dr_conscience | [11th consult; accidental video]

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[11th consult; accidental video]

[Wilson's network device seems to have developed a mind of its own today; the video feed starts out pitch black, though after a moment the glow of the device illuminates a sleeping oncologist. His face scrunches up at the light and he makes a small grumble... after a moment, his eyes drag themselves open. His brow furrows in confusion at the device, and he reaches over and turns off the video function. At this point, the transmission changes to voice.]

Well, that's odd.

Sorry about that, everyone... thing seems to be on the fritz.

[ooc: Bla bla bla, random post here exclusively for the purposes of being 4th walled. Wilson's from season 2, the episode Safe specifically, but feel free to spoil him at will anyway. He'll forget anything I don't want him knowing. XD I prefer not to have doubles, but I have no other restrictions.
PS: I AM COOL WITH BACKDATING. Always.]

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[This was obviously getting out of hand. His head snaps in one direction as he hears one raptor shift its strategy, then snaps in another as he hears the second call out, and snaps in yet another direction as he hears the third raptor approach. He stands there, bug-eyed and hyperventilating for a few moments, glancing frantically around and having absolutely no idea of what to do or where to go. Struck by a sudden realization, desperate as it may be, he rushes into the kitchen and grabs a large knife in each hand. Not that he really expects to be able to do much, but, finding himself surrounded, he doesn't see much other choice right now.]

[The lone raptor finally gets the front door open and shakes it's head before sniffing around. Target located and now it's gonna slowly creep up to the kitchen and act like a ninja.]

[Just going to assume that this guy's gotten a good part of his body through the door by now. Or something idfk.]

[And he is ~~waiting in line~~ guarding the rear in case you try to slip past.]

[Knives in hand, he turns towards the kitchen doorway, moving to walk back towards the hallway. Why yes, he does feel ridiculous, but... being surrounded by hungry dinosaurs seems, to him, to count as a desperate times, desperate measures scenario. He'd really like it if he could stop thinking about Jurassic Park right now, though. He's practically on top of the doorway before he realizes where the first raptor is, and stops in his tracks.]

[If dinosaurs could laugh, this one would probably have a deep evil laugh and would be displaying it right now. Instead, his mouth is just opening as he leans closer to Wilson. Also, he'd probably be saying 'I'm not touching you~~' if he could talk]

[HI THIS ONE'S HERE, NOW. Except, he's raising his head to sniff the air, catching the scent of. Of something. He chirps at the others, following the smell toward the refrigerator. A.D.D. RAPTOR IS A GO.]

[FOLLOWING RAPTOR NUMBER TWO because whatever it is in that fridge smells delicious.]

[Wilson stares in disbelief at the raptors, stepping back to allow a wide berth to the refrigerator as he lowers his hands. As they move towards the fridge, he's moving towards the doorway, hoping to make it out of the kitchen while they're going after whatever it is that he honestly much rather they eat than him.]

[Raptor number one is also interested in the fridge; he's curious about what his friends just found. But his curiosity doesn't last long because his head snaps towards Wilson's direction >3 Yeah this one is on a mission...]

[Raptor numero two has developed a liking for twinkies. Plastic and all.]

[Whilst this one is looking back and forth between the twinkies and the Wilson, apparently trying to make it's mind up over which looks more appetizing.]

[When the first raptor turns back towards him, Wilson stiffens up, freezing in place. He swallows hard - his chest is just barely moving as he breathes. His fingers tighten on the knives he's still holding, and he stares back at the raptor. Shit, shit, shit. He knew a forty-something oncologist with a couple of kitchen knives was no match for a raptor. Or two raptors. When the third raptor shows signs of losing interest in the fridge, he stiffens further, his already-wide eyes growing even wider. Even if one raptor had lost interest, this was still distinctly bad.]

[R1 sticks his head in the fridge and with his snout he knocks a bottle of ketchup out and the cap snaps open. The bottle spins around and R1 scoops it up with his mouth and bites down which follows a string of ketchup shooting out ~~coughtowardswilsoncough~~ Because of his sharp teeth the bottle eventually snaps in half and ketchup just gets eeeeverywhere.]

[What is this red substance. R2D2 licks it off the first raptor, and then, curiously, dips a twinkie in it. TASTY.]

[R3 has discovered a package of hot dogs.]

[Wilson sort of jumps a little when he's squirted with ketchup. He glances down at himself and then back up just as the first raptor crushes the bottle in a giant red mess. Gritting his teeth, he watches in horror as the second raptor discovers the taste of ketchup... and then eyes the stain on his shirt again, with a new sort of gravity. As grateful as he is that the third raptor is distracted, he doesn't expect it to last too long. He knows that if they get close enough to him that he can actually stab or slash with one of the knives, he's pretty much done for. So, he swallows, raises his left hand, and throws one of the knives towards the raptors. It's a desperate move, but he hopes it's at least a little less stupid than it seems.]

[SCREAAAAAAMSSSS LOUUUUDDDDDLLLLLLYYYYYYYYYYYY as it gets stabbed in the side. HE JUST WANTED TO EAT HIS TWINKIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEESSSSSS Wilson you are screwed to the highest degree.]

[R1 is back to the fridge to pull out other things. Originally :( he was gonna get the ketchup then pounce Wilson but the fridge is shiny with it's bright lights and different smells. He sees R3 and tries to steal a hotdog from him until his friend is howling in pain. R1 hisses and snarls loudly at Wilson and that pouncing idea it had? Yeeeah... I'd run if I were you]

[Oh shit. That was not what was supposed to happen. He had been hoping to hit the one that seemed set on eating him, and the one he did hit he didn't seem to hit fatally. It seems much more like he just made it - and its friend - angry. He chucks the other knife at R1, and darts out of the kitchen as fast as he possibly can.]

[NOPE, it was a good hit, Wilson. :|b This one's down for the count.]

[MEANWHILE R3 has discarded the hotdogs and will be chasing you now.]

[Raptors are smart so this one isn't falling for that! He moved out of the way but gets nicked slightly by the knife but not enough to actually wound him. This is just adding to his displeasure and like R3, R1 is chasing after the poor doctor]

[Shit shit shit. That didn't work as planned at all. He's making his way to the front door as quickly as he can, though he is painfully aware of the raptors chasing after him. Quite suddenly, a thought occurs to him, and he dives off to one side sharply, digging behind a bookcase and hoping against any semblance of logic that Eden's left a gun hidden there. He knows there have to be some hidden here somewhere. He shoves his hand back as quickly as he can, and grasps onto... nothing. He mutters to himself;]

Damnit. Where would you hide a gun, Eden?

[...just as he spots a glint of metal under another piece of furniture. On the opposite side of the room.]

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[11th consult; accidental video]

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fgkjsznkjfn i am so sorryffffff

I'm not. |D

Nor am I 83

I'm still laughing... though, starting to worry about Jimmy XD

.... opps D:

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ahahaha don't worry!! this is loltastic. what are characters for if not torture?

Oh yay! ....uhm.... they're... .... okay, yeah, you have a point

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pff why is midnight almost here. (tho i am totally cool w/backdating for epic dino battles XD)

Excellent. 83

TIME LIES! D: (8D yay!) ...oh wilson why....

I think he has a bad sense of when is the right time to retaliate.

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ps; i don't want wilson dead but feel totally free to injure him XDDDD