Ok here we go with the last bit of Gamma Emission's Series of Unfortunate events.
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Gamma Emission: Aftereffects
I woke up to the sound of someone knocking rather firmly on my door. I contemplated going back to sleep before a voice drifted into the bedroom.
"Damnit Lisa, open up"
Oh. That would be an unhappy Julie. And one doesn't leave and unhappy Julie standing in the hallway. At least not if one expects her to explain what the
data from the experiment means.
Raising my voice enough to get past the lead lined door I shout " Gimme a minute". I roll out of bed and discover two things. First, I'm still
naked, thought that is more of an inconvenience than surprise. Second, I'm out of clean clothes. That could be a problem.
The only clothes that are not in the large biohazard container by the front door are currently in a dirty path leading to the bathroom. And there is no way
I'm putting those back on before they go through the wash. Cursing indistinctly at the lack of clothing in my life I wrap the blanket around my shoulders
and make my way to the front door.
As I open the door Julie's expression go from annoyed to worried, guess I must not look much better than I feel.
"You ok?" Julie asks.
"Been better." I respond as she steps out of the hallway. "Coffee first, then questions."
Julie just nods and follows me to the kitchen. After sleepily fumbling with the coffee machine for a minute it beeps cheerily and begins brewing. Content that
coffee will arrive shortly I slump into one of the chairs at the kitchen table. Julie takes the seat next to me and silently starts to check my vitals. I
don't complain, complaining would take energy.
I must have drifted off, because the next thing I know there is steaming cup of coffee on the table in front of me. I mumble a sheepish thanks to Julie and
slurp at the black liquid. She seems content to wait as I claw my way back to consciousness, sipping at her own cup of coffee. Only after my cup is empty to
the questions start.
"So are you going to tell me why you did something so incredibly stupid this morning?" The bite of the question is offset by the concern in her
voice.
"Cause I'm afraid" My voice sounds quiet to my own ears. And is wasn't the answer Julie was expecting either, it takes her a few seconds to
respond.
"Then why did you keep going? All you had to do was say stop and the-"
"I'm not afraid of the reactor!" I cut her off. "At least not very." I mumble into my cup after second.
"I'm afraid of how much control Hero Corps has on my life. I'm afraid of where I would live if it wasn't for this apartment. I'm afraid
I'm going to run out of money and have to chose between food and clothing. I'm afraid that they might decide to call in the medical bills I can't
afford to pay." I realize I'm close to shouting and take a deep breath. "And I know how much the radiation wards cost to upkeep in the 5C so
don't tell me it's not much. So yeah, when they say jump I ask how high."
Julie gives me weird little smile before pulling me into a hug. Her voice is right next to my ear. "I was worried you were trying to check out on
us."
She pulls back and takes another sip of her coffee before adding, "And don't worry about the medical bills, we take care of our own." She must
have seen the confusion written on my face because she continues. "Hero Corps was never given the option of footing your bills. Dr Shaw, bless his devious
ego, filled your care under the experimental projects section of radiology department. You bill was payed off two months ago by research grants geared to
looking at the affects of radiation on large mammals. You may not realize it, but your one of the best baseline examples we have of normal to powered
transformations."
All I can do is stare at her with my jaw hanging open before a though occurs to me. "Crap, now I have to apologize to him don't I?"
"No, he won't know how to take that. Just let him explain the experiment when you go in to pick up the results" Julie manages to get out around
her laughter.
And suddenly I'm laughing with her. Sure the rent isn't cheap, and clothing is a bitch, but I'm making enough on missions to stay in the black. Not
a whole lot, nothing close to even the interest on loan to pay for the non-existant medical bills, but enough. Enough that don't have to ask 'how
high' when Hero Corps says jump. Sure, listening to Dr. Shaw wax poetic for half an hour about 'multi-system dynamic emission feedback loops'
wouldn't be fun. But it would be worth it.
"So, are you going to tell me what you did to get a UPM on you record" Julie's voice is parts concern and mischief.
"I got a boyfriend." I manage to mumble into my empty coffee cup.
"What does that- oh. Oh." Her voice changes from confused to intrigued as the connections are made. "You promised me details, so spill."
"Alright, but on one condition" Julie frown at my stipulation, but nods quickly. Details this good are worth extra. "Get me name of someone in
the magic department who can radiation-proof a set of sheets."
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So thoughts? Anything I missed?
I'll have the next piece up as soon as my muse comes up with content fit for public consumption. The hot hero-on-hero action will have to stay behind the
scenes for now.
-Terry
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"so listen up boy, or pornography starring your mother will be the second worst thing to happen to you today"
TF2: Spy
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Gamma Emission: Aftereffects
I woke up to the sound of someone knocking rather firmly on my door. I contemplated going back to sleep before a voice drifted into the bedroom.
"Damnit Lisa, open up"
Oh. That would be an unhappy Julie. And one doesn't leave and unhappy Julie standing in the hallway. At least not if one expects her to explain what the
data from the experiment means.
Raising my voice enough to get past the lead lined door I shout " Gimme a minute". I roll out of bed and discover two things. First, I'm still
naked, thought that is more of an inconvenience than surprise. Second, I'm out of clean clothes. That could be a problem.
The only clothes that are not in the large biohazard container by the front door are currently in a dirty path leading to the bathroom. And there is no way
I'm putting those back on before they go through the wash. Cursing indistinctly at the lack of clothing in my life I wrap the blanket around my shoulders
and make my way to the front door.
As I open the door Julie's expression go from annoyed to worried, guess I must not look much better than I feel.
"You ok?" Julie asks.
"Been better." I respond as she steps out of the hallway. "Coffee first, then questions."
Julie just nods and follows me to the kitchen. After sleepily fumbling with the coffee machine for a minute it beeps cheerily and begins brewing. Content that
coffee will arrive shortly I slump into one of the chairs at the kitchen table. Julie takes the seat next to me and silently starts to check my vitals. I
don't complain, complaining would take energy.
I must have drifted off, because the next thing I know there is steaming cup of coffee on the table in front of me. I mumble a sheepish thanks to Julie and
slurp at the black liquid. She seems content to wait as I claw my way back to consciousness, sipping at her own cup of coffee. Only after my cup is empty to
the questions start.
"So are you going to tell me why you did something so incredibly stupid this morning?" The bite of the question is offset by the concern in her
voice.
"Cause I'm afraid" My voice sounds quiet to my own ears. And is wasn't the answer Julie was expecting either, it takes her a few seconds to
respond.
"Then why did you keep going? All you had to do was say stop and the-"
"I'm not afraid of the reactor!" I cut her off. "At least not very." I mumble into my cup after second.
"I'm afraid of how much control Hero Corps has on my life. I'm afraid of where I would live if it wasn't for this apartment. I'm afraid
I'm going to run out of money and have to chose between food and clothing. I'm afraid that they might decide to call in the medical bills I can't
afford to pay." I realize I'm close to shouting and take a deep breath. "And I know how much the radiation wards cost to upkeep in the 5C so
don't tell me it's not much. So yeah, when they say jump I ask how high."
Julie gives me weird little smile before pulling me into a hug. Her voice is right next to my ear. "I was worried you were trying to check out on
us."
She pulls back and takes another sip of her coffee before adding, "And don't worry about the medical bills, we take care of our own." She must
have seen the confusion written on my face because she continues. "Hero Corps was never given the option of footing your bills. Dr Shaw, bless his devious
ego, filled your care under the experimental projects section of radiology department. You bill was payed off two months ago by research grants geared to
looking at the affects of radiation on large mammals. You may not realize it, but your one of the best baseline examples we have of normal to powered
transformations."
All I can do is stare at her with my jaw hanging open before a though occurs to me. "Crap, now I have to apologize to him don't I?"
"No, he won't know how to take that. Just let him explain the experiment when you go in to pick up the results" Julie manages to get out around
her laughter.
And suddenly I'm laughing with her. Sure the rent isn't cheap, and clothing is a bitch, but I'm making enough on missions to stay in the black. Not
a whole lot, nothing close to even the interest on loan to pay for the non-existant medical bills, but enough. Enough that don't have to ask 'how
high' when Hero Corps says jump. Sure, listening to Dr. Shaw wax poetic for half an hour about 'multi-system dynamic emission feedback loops'
wouldn't be fun. But it would be worth it.
"So, are you going to tell me what you did to get a UPM on you record" Julie's voice is parts concern and mischief.
"I got a boyfriend." I manage to mumble into my empty coffee cup.
"What does that- oh. Oh." Her voice changes from confused to intrigued as the connections are made. "You promised me details, so spill."
"Alright, but on one condition" Julie frown at my stipulation, but nods quickly. Details this good are worth extra. "Get me name of someone in
the magic department who can radiation-proof a set of sheets."
------------------
So thoughts? Anything I missed?
I'll have the next piece up as soon as my muse comes up with content fit for public consumption. The hot hero-on-hero action will have to stay behind the
scenes for now.
-Terry
-----
"so listen up boy, or pornography starring your mother will be the second worst thing to happen to you today"
TF2: Spy