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taxonomites2010-05-15 04:23 am
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V. [Visual] lend me your feet and I will stand up for you
Sergeant John M. Sugihara had been in Taxon all of thirty minutes and he already needed a drink. Nothing made sense - this wasn't Fort Hood, where he had been just a second ago, and it certainly wasn't Texas. The few people he had tried to talked to were polite, yet somehow strange, and none of their answers to his questions made sense either. One of them, finally, was able to guide his attention to the tablet in his pocket, and he was currently focused on figuring it out. It was nothing like the technology he was used to, and although he understood the basic ideas behind it, it was still a little mind-blowing.
He's got at least sixty pounds on the vampire known as Harvestman, much of it in muscle. His skin is tan from all that Texas sun, and (unlike Harvestman's) flawed - a nick on his cheek is visible from shaving too carelessly, there's a faint scar on his chin. He has bags under his eyes like he hasn't been sleeping, but he still looks healthy, so much more than his usual self. He stands in BDU uniform outside the apartment building he had found himself in, his rank prominent on his hat and lapels and his Signal Corps patch on his sleeve, frowning at the tablet in concentration.
"Is this thing working?" John's almost sure that it was, but he still has to resist the urge to push more buttons. "Um. I talked to one of ya'll here and they said I should use this thing. Can somebody help me?"
He sounds as lost and helpless as he feels right now. John reaches up to rub his eye, the golden wedding band on his finger flashing in the sun. "I really... I really don't know what's going on here."
He's got at least sixty pounds on the vampire known as Harvestman, much of it in muscle. His skin is tan from all that Texas sun, and (unlike Harvestman's) flawed - a nick on his cheek is visible from shaving too carelessly, there's a faint scar on his chin. He has bags under his eyes like he hasn't been sleeping, but he still looks healthy, so much more than his usual self. He stands in BDU uniform outside the apartment building he had found himself in, his rank prominent on his hat and lapels and his Signal Corps patch on his sleeve, frowning at the tablet in concentration.
"Is this thing working?" John's almost sure that it was, but he still has to resist the urge to push more buttons. "Um. I talked to one of ya'll here and they said I should use this thing. Can somebody help me?"
He sounds as lost and helpless as he feels right now. John reaches up to rub his eye, the golden wedding band on his finger flashing in the sun. "I really... I really don't know what's going on here."
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