Nothing Rejuvenates you Quite like Death

[ceasetoexist]

[He blinked his eyes as he woke up. Once. Twice. Again. He was in bed? He didn't remember going to bed. The last thing he remembered was...

Oh, for the love of Christ. He honestly didn't know what surprised him more at the moment: the fact he'd managed to get killed twice over two weeks, or the fact that this most recent death didn't bother him as much as the last. Not to say it didn't bother him; having his throat slit wasn't exactly a pleasant experience. But at least it was quicker then being beaten to death or caught by the hazmats and set on fire. So he just sits and stews in his bed for a moment before heading to his phone. And when he gets there, he puts on the most faux-cheery voice he can muster.]

Hi, this is to the lady I had a small run in with yesterday!

You know something lady? I really, really just want to apologize! I admit I might have been out of line when I got so angry at you for entirely invading my personal space despite being asked to leave about three times and continued to watch what I was doing. I know you were probably just curious as to what I was making. So I just wanted to put out a heartfelt apology for hitting you in the head with a wrench. I'll admit I was entirely out of line doing that, if you'll admit you were out of line when you slit my friggin' throat!

[And he'll just slam the receiver down at that. And then he mulls, and agonizes over something for a moment. He really, really shouldn't do this, because he doesn't care about any of them. He hasn't REALLY worked with any of them or known them. So it shouldn't be any of his concern. ...But for some reason, he can't help it. He has to tell them.]

[Filtered to the KND]

Hey. Geniuses. Got a warning for you. There's someone you need to look out for. [And here goes a generic description of GLaDOS]. The woman's crazy. Just thought I'd let you morons know before one of you goes and gets yourself killed interacting with her.

[Filtered to Tak's Communicator]

Get over here when you can. Think we've got the time to start getting Josephine use to you so you can start learning to pilot her. After that, we're headed to the post office.

Comments

[numbuh-one.livejournal.com]

.....

[unbelievable. He died again?]

Ahem. I'm going to make a database for the KND regarding which of the adults in town are dangerous or potentially dangerous. I'm sorry you had to find her this way, but thank you.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, Pokey's luck has been shot to shit these last few weeks.]

Yeah yeah yeah. Apparently the baseball cap kid had run into her too. She's a science teacher at school.

[numbuh-one.livejournal.com]

An evil teacher? Why am I not surprised. I'll have to talk to him about her... see if she's doing any experiments on her students, too.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Apparently he'd been in class with her, and she set his hand on fire "for science". [There's slight amusement there, but he squelches it pretty quickly.]

...She's part robotic too, probably. Or at least was, before she got here.

[numbuh-one.livejournal.com]

Well, that answers that.

["She must be stopped" goes without saying, because he's still listening to Pokey]

More robots? How could you tell?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Her voice was for robotic, for one. And the knife she stabbed me with wasn't in her hand. It was like some kind of robotic attachment. How robotic she always was, or now is, I dunno.

But at least some of her, most likely.

[numbuh-one.livejournal.com]

Got it. If she's got one weapon attachment, it wouldn't be too far to assume there are several. Do you know of any other weapons she has or will have?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

She stated something about neurotoxin, but that she doesn't have it yet. Other then that? Nothing.

[numbuh-one.livejournal.com]

Neurotoxin... isn't that in brussels sprouts?

All right. I've gotten it all down.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

.....No?

Good. Isn't much to say, but there you go.