not_that_lockon | Entries tagged with darn them spheres

[Lyle's sitting rather casually in one of the level 15 lounges, listening intently to the tail end of a conversation - or half of a one, anyway - that's filtering through the air. Feel free to listen in if you want, through the power of Nosy Spheres Inc.!]

"... Hey, don't ask me. You're the big bad revolutionary round here, not me."

"What, you mean this? This is boredom."

[there's a little laughter] "Hey, if I'm the spy, does that mean I get a code name?"

[Lyle's lips twitch upwards in a little smirk before his smile becomes a little more thoughtful. He's figured out when this conversation was from and who it was with, and to be honest? He's a little worried about the man in question. Not least because it hasn't crossed his mind in some time.

Feel free to bother him and let him know that he's not alone in listening to this!]

Current Mood: nostalgic

[The holodeck seems to be a little like that one toy you get at Christmas which every kid wants to have a go at playing with, and if the surroundings visible through the sphere when it starts broadcasting are any indication, Lyle is no exception to the rule.

He must have been there for a few minutes because the thing's already been set to look like a pretty normal street, with the sun's shining on it. There's a young woman standing in the middle of this setting. Even if she wasn't pretty - which she is - she wouldn't be the sort of person you'd easily miss in a crowd, with her unusual colouring - light purple hair and red eyes aren't common even in Lyle's universe.

So where's Lyle in all this? He's standing off to one side with an odd smile on his face, not really doing anything other than watching.

Oh, and he hasn't realised that his sphere's on either. :D]

Current Mood: good
Current Location: The Holodeck

[Another broadcast so soon? Why certainly. Poor Lyle’s paranoia, while it’s been pretty mild so far, seems to have upped itself a notch. Maybe it’s because almost everyone he knows being crazy now to the point where it’s OVER 9000; maybe it’s had something to do with the run-in with the Doctor; or maybe it’s just taken a little longer to get to him. But right now he’s hearing voices, and what they’re saying isn’t pretty.

And while he’s stalking around the planet with a face like thunder and doing his best to ignore them, it doesn’t seem to be working. Even the small crowd of frogs that are following him around and croaking plaintively at him aren't distracting him enough.]

Shut up. You’re not real. Shut up.

[They like him better. All of them do. It’s easy to see why. Did you really think you could live up to that, “Lockon Stratos”?]

Shut up! I’m not him, I don’t need to be compared to him!

[How pathetic are you? Do you think that just because you made that shot on the Memento Mori they’re going to stop comparing the two of you? Or are you just going to run away from the ugly truth again?]

You’re not real. I don’t need to listen to you. You’re not fucking real!

[You’re a coward, Lyle Dylandy. You’ve got no fight in you. You couldn't even persuade him that what he was seeing wasn't real! No wonder he couldn’t stand the sight of you earlier.]

SHUT UP!

[It's probably a good job that the voices are just in his head, because he sure as hell wouldn't want anyone to hear what they were saying.]

Current Mood: distressed
Current Location: Eos - The Forest

[The first thing you might notice about Lyle is that the ground around him appears to be littered with spent cigarettes. Add to that that there's another almost-finished one between his fingers and that he's currently staring suspiciously at the nearest bush and you can guess that the whole paranoia thing is really beginning to take its toll. (Random Lyle Trivia: the more he's smoking, the more on edge he is. You do the maths.)]

I could have sworn that I -- [Suddenly he seems to hear another sound and whirls round. He stares at some point beyond the sphere's vision before he takes another drag of the cigarette, looking distinctly annoyed with himself.]

Fucking -- okay. Okay, it's not real, Lyle! Pull yourself together...

[His gaze rests on the recording sphere. He glares at it for a second, then sighs.] You can't leave me alone either, huh? [He gives a wry smile, trying to sound unconcerned.] How's everyone taking going crazy?

[As he speaks, he takes out a packet of cigarettes and looks into it before swearing softly. Yep, you guessed it, he's almost out.]

( Filtered to Neil, though he's really not expecting a reply; )

Current Mood: frustrated
Current Location: Eos

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they say: you want a war? you got a war

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