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[rocket_man26]

[The camera blinks on focusing on the background where the pilot is standing at a window. Pulling open the tattered old drapes he lets the light spill in, revealing a sleeping figure in the foreground.]

Morn'n starshine! Up an at'em, sure you wanna get a looksy at that floorspace, tell me if it'll do for your crazy R and D's an--

Huh.

[Turning around he scratches his temple under his goggles before striding over to the figure. The scream focuses and reveals the clear profile of Professor Lucrecia lost in a deep sleep.]

Still dose'n eh?

[Despite finding her in the street during all the chaos he took her plight lightly just as a way to psyche himself out and not lose his cool. Taking off his glove with a pull of his teeth, he touches two fingers to her neck.]

Pulse is still stable but I'm no doc.

[Glancing up at the blinking screen his concerned demeanor snaps into one of that familiar steadfast urgency.]

Yo Vin, if you're out there an' not flip'n your shit, you best get over here, 510L, otherwise I'm take'n her over to the clinic. Sounds like everyone's taken their chill-pills 'bout now.

Comments

[kongeriget]

Good!

It doesn't work like that.

[rocket-man26.livejournal.com]

The hell it doesn't! I'm the personification of Cidopolis--my sovereign nation's capitol is Rocket Town, national bird is my Tiny Bronco, national flower is the almighty tobacco plant, population oh.. I'd say 'bout 12.

[kongeriget]

Only twelve? Yer no better than Sealand! Ya don't count.

He is totally just messing with this dude 8)

[rocket-man26.livejournal.com]

Huh so you gotta be a BIG WIG t'be classified a nation, eh? Tch, no better then them giantass oppressive corporations who step all over the lil'guy.

Denmark is utterly oblivious to such things.

[kongeriget]

Nah, just ya gotta be acknowledged by other Nations before ya are one. That means land, population, an' culture. History helps! It was a couple hundred years before I was Denmark!