http://deadpan-shifter.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] deadpan-shifter.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92010-05-13 09:27 pm

Totally Singing Death Cab for Cutie Under His Breath Right Now. [Open!]

So, you know those times when you get really, really restless? Like, to the point where you seriously can't sit still anymore, and you just have to pace around somewhere, or suffer the consequences?

Yeah, Caden's feeling that right now, which is why, at this very moment, he can be found wandering the Hangar, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans.

Oh. my. God. Why is there nothing to do? There's nothing to do.

Except stare at spaceships, apparently.

[identity profile] quark-assassin.livejournal.com 2010-05-18 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
‘Caden’, mm? Definitely not a name Dustin was familiar with—though, as I’ve mentioned, he would’ve been surprised if he had heard of this fellow and hadn’t met him formally yet. The reasons for this reclusion were also becoming more apparent the more he babbled; Caden’s social ineptitude was actually painful to experience, even worse when he masked it in messy layers of sarcasm and rehearsed snark. Dustin almost felt sorry for him. And that was only because of his time around Rick.

Speaking of which, his phone was beeping. Months and a healthy universe ago would’ve seen Dustin immediately reach for it and do a comprehensive scan of the area, then pull out a weapon and get to solid ground. The meatship, however, had dulled the scientist’s paranoia of the supernatural, not helped by the device’s inability to recalibrate to such a diverse environment; thus the warning was ignored and, after a few loud buzzes, silenced.

“If you insist,” Dustin replied with a nigh audible roll of his eyes, adjusting his rig several feet to the left, “Caden—do me a favor and reset the track on the stereo system over there.”