Brian Ruggles (atanchor) wrote in willowbrookrpg, @ 2014-02-13 21:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, brian ruggles, contessa giordano, day: november 21, player: erica, player: mango |
WHO: Brian Ruggles and Contessa Giordano
WHEN: Thursday, November 21, late afternoon
WHERE: The Dome
WHAT: Being awesome
RATING: Low
STATUS: Incomplete/Closed
Brian was not truly foolish enough to think himself invincible, no matter how often he seemed to disregard the fact and work himself into the ground. But when the administration had made the link between the vaccine and mutant power fluctuations, he honestly hadn't thought anything would happen to him even though he'd lined up and gotten the shot alongside so many others. He hadn't felt any ill effects at all, right up until the point when he'd woken early, focused on teleporting to headquarters from his apartment, and found himself in the middle of Antarctica in nothing more than a zip-up sweater and jeans.
The penguins had been the only redeemable part of that particular foul-up.
After snapping a few photos (for proof, he assured himself, not because they were so darn cute), he'd closed his eyes and focused as hard as he could on Willowbrook. But a sort of sick, dizzy fog had seized him midway through his teleportation and he'd wound up, according to his GPS, in the middle of Osaka, Japan. Thankfully it had been in an area so crowded his sudden appearance went completely unnoticed. By then he had felt drained and nauseated and a bit panicky; control had slipped out of his fingers in a way it had not in years. So much so that he had teleported again just by longing to go home --
-- and had gotten only a brief glimpse of wherever he'd ended up before promptly collapsing. His body and mind couldn't handle jumping between four continents in so short a time. Once he'd woken -- in a hospital -- he'd managed at last to contact Nikolai, who'd come faithfully with Asa to rescue him.
It had been Niko's idea for Brian to take up residence in the Dome until his itchy teleportation trigger had settled, something which Brian might have thought of if his brain didn't feel so scrambled from the exertion. The Dome's walls were designed to keep teleporters from getting in or out -- which had, of course, been why its collapse the month before had been such a disaster. But in this case, it was of use. He had teleported several times within the Dome walls without meaning to, but not farther, and for that he was very grateful. He already felt stretched thin, as if his body was trying to pull itself apart in different directions. Naturally, that did not stop him from tinkering with the Dome programming while he was there. Or rather, fixing students' attempts at tinkering with it. He grumbled under his breath as he stood at the access panel near the north side.
He should probably be resting, but he'd never been good at that, especially not when anticipating the reaction of another. Tessa, who he knew was on her, was not particularly pleased with him, no matter how little fault he actually held in this situation. He'd worried her; that much was clear. She seemed particularly prone to worrying about him, no matter how much he insisted it was unnecessary. She was evidently even more stubborn than he was, which was a remarkable feat.
But it was kind of nice -- to be worried over.