Entries tagged with action

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[ 73rd consult | open action ]

[Wilson knows what's going on today, but that doesn't stop him from going in to work. So he moves as swiftly as he can through the streets on his way both to and from the hospital, knowing all too well that even that probably won't keep him entirely out of the line of ~~fire~~ kisses.

Still, it'll probably manage to cut back on the kisses he receives in transit. And at work-- well, there's only so much he can do. He does need to be there, after all, and he's not about to turn his back on a responsibility.]

[ooc: Feel free to hit him up on his walk to or from work, or at the hospital itself. :D]

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[ 70th consult | video / action at the hospital ]

[At about 12:30 AM, a video post makes its way to the network. The feed turns on as the device is nestled down into its place. It looks out over rows of cars - sports cars, ambulances, school buses, police cars, monster trucks, each of them a slightly differently scaled diecast representation of a vehicle. At the edges of the frame, you can just discern the building-block structure upon which the device sits. The carpet that the cars rest on, and the seating beyond them, may be just enough for those familiar with the hospital to discern this as a waiting room in pediatrics. And then, a small child crawls into the picture - brown hair, brown eyes, about four years old. He grabs a monster truck from the back row in his hand and moves it around as he talks in a falsely deepened voice.]

NO. I park up front so I can see Godzilla better!

[And so, he lowers the monster truck and has it drive over the cars which were in front of it - tossing each of them aside with a crashing noise he makes with his mouth. Then, he picks up a bigger monster truck and adopts a slightly different deepened voice.]

Stop picking on little cars!

[And that monster truck tosses the first one aside with a much larger crashing noise, gleefully provided. He puts it down, and grabs a few of the smaller cars, providing their responses:]

Yay, yay! You saved us! Yay!

[And the big truck:]

SHH! NO TALKING DURING THE MOVIE OR I CRUSH YOU.

[ooc: So, someone is four.]

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[ 66th consult | video / action at hall of the missing ]

[For those watching via the Network, you've currently got a view of the Hall of the Missing provided by a device left sitting, unattended, on a shed suit jacket that's placed on one of the benches. The owner of these items is visible, off by the wall.

Of course, it's not unusual to stop by the Hall of the Missing - assuming you have reason to suspect someone you know has just left. Wilson doesn't have any such excuse; he's on his lunch break and, not particularly hungry, he's popped across the street to spend some quiet time among the portraits. He stops in here now and again, with increasing frequency since he passed the two year mark of his return to the City in July.

He strolls slowly and silently along the wall, inevitably pausing for a few moments when he happens across a familiar face. It's been a long time. Not as long as some, of course; he knows that perfectly well. Still, a long time, and he's reached a point of resignation as he reflects back on it.

He stops his path by Cuddy's portrait, then turns away and finds is way back to the bench where the device rests, sitting next to it. He takes a slow and quiet intake of breath and looks around him once more. No words are spoken, for he doesn't know he has anyone to say them to.]

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[ 54th consult; action ]

[ James Wilson is, by a rule, not generally the kind of person you would be inclined to call lucky. So it is that he winds up being cursed every now and again, and today is just one of those lucky days for him. He's made a few stops himself, sitting down and finding himself having a typical first-date conversation. (Almost luckily, he has a formula for such conversations.)

By now, a day of impromptu dating has worn on him and it's time to grab a bite to eat. As such, he has a sandwich, and he's seated at a small, inviting 2-person table, in a friendly cafe just off the square. Should anyone feel so inclined, they would be most welcome to join him. Really. He has no choice but to feel that way. ]

[ooc: As it says, open to anyone~ ]

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[ 53rd consult; video ]

[The device turns on when it's set down on a desk, in an office some right recognize as belonging to Dr. Wilson. It provides a decent view of a woman as she sinks into the chair. She's clearly tired; she yawns, rubbing her temples as she leans back.

Of course, this woman is Dr. Wilson, as many people who have been working at the hospital this weekend already know. He's wearing clothes borrowed from Cameron; not a perfect fit, but certainly a good deal better than his own.

Really, this whole thing might seem worse if he hadn't spent a handful of days prior experiencing random memory failures. He glances at the clock on his wall - 6:00 PM.]

Six hours.

[And then he sighs, leans back again, and closes his eyes. This hasn't been the worst weekend of his life; certainly not the worst weekend he's spent here, but it has been long, tiring and exceptionally awkward.]

[ooc: backdated, as stated in post, to 6:00 pm on Sunday! open to action if your character is at the hospital and would like to drop in <3

replies will come from

jamie_wilson; apologies in advance as I will probably be slow]

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[ 51st consult; action ]

[Wilson's fortunate enough to have the day off today; he isn't, however, fortunate enough to have noticed the mistletoe before going out to use this free time to get some last-minute shopping in. So here he is, making his way through the square (After all, where else would you start a shopping trip in the City?), peering into a shop now and again, thoughtfully considering and then dismissing gift after gift.

Putting too much thought into your holiday shopping can backfire something fierce. It can also leave you unguarded and inattentive in the middle of the street, oblivious to the sprigs of a certain seasonably festive parasite creeping along the awnings, the lightposts and whatever other surface they can find as they pursue him.]

[ooc: Backdated to early in the day, but he'll be out for a while~]

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[ 49th consult; action | video ]

[What a nice, calm, seemingly non-cursed morning it is in the City. After the ridiculous weekend he's had, Wilson is more than happy to indulge in a bit of the mundane. Routine mornings have always been more his speed, anyway. On this particular one, he has a small

neverplays - one who's been extended an invitation to help him finish off some leftover pancakes. Macadamia nut pancakes, to be precise.

Little does he notice that in setting down the device on the counter, he's activated it. Pesky things. It's a lousy angle, from behind Wilson as he goes to open the refrigerator. As he does so, it does offer a view of the pancakes. They've been silently laying in wait, apparently, and it being so early he hasn't checked the network yet to find any evidence of a curse brewing.

Once the door is open, they fling themselves out at him. To his credit, he dodges rather ably, turning so that you can very clearly see the expression on his face. It's not one of terror, just a slightly open-mouthed frown and furrowed brow that physically communicates the reaction of what the fuck that's going through his mind. As the fridge door falls shut behind him, the video feed cuts off.

Pancakes. Seriously?]

( ooc )