|Desmond David Hume. (ourmutualfriend) wrote in spinningcompass,|
@ 2018-07-02 23:36:00
|Entry tags:||miguel o'hara, sarah sully, ~desmond hume|
Who? Desmond & Sarah
Where? The lab
What? Time-travelly science stuff.
Rating? Low, I think.
Open? Yes, to Miguel and Kat.
Since he'd spoken to Sarah, Desmond hadn't had any significant problems. Persistent headaches were a problem, but he hadn't had any nosebleeds to make him particularly concerned about it. The odd jump, five minutes here, half an hour there; nothing that couldn't be as easily written off as narcolepsy if he didn't know better already.
Maybe it wasn't something about the station. Maybe it was just him. He wasn't sure, but the more he couldn't figure out about his particular situation the better, and he had no idea when the opportunity would next present itself. Sarah was also easy to talk to, and he hoped that the deal could be to their mutual benefit.
Plus, Miguel sounded like a stand up guy, and he had yet to meet him.
Although he was sure there were a few pieces of tech on board that he should investigate further, in the first instance he had just brought along himself and his notebook to the lab, knocking on the slightly ajar door as he headed in. "Hello?"