Log 0018 - [Video]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

[Someone is in an angry sort of mood, given post-flood shenanigans. Scorpius is keeping himself relatively calm by usual standards, but he's tense and bristling when he makes his post]

I should like the permission of a warden to work in the lab today.

[All day. Because hell if he's going to deal with emotions.]



[Private to Horatio]

I believe I owe you an apology. The responsibility of my flooded self lies with me.

[Private to Stephanie]

Thank you for keeping the situation under manageable control.

Comments

[private]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

I am aware I'm not her. I know which thoughts are my own and which are her's. But I will not have any part of that heritage in me for as long as I can stand it.

Your counsel is unnecessary here.

[private]

[walkingmeltdown]

No. You're right. Clearly it isn't. Because it looks like only one of us is willing to try and take things from the other.

[He's angry; the cold, hostile, bristling anger, not the more destructive one he tends to lash out with. This is the kind that sinks deep and settles heavy. His jaw is twitching. There's disgust and insult burning in his eyes.]

It's your decision. Your mind, and your tech. Do of it what you will.

[private]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

[Scorpius is angry too: on most thing he can control his temper, but here on this one topic he won't allow himself to be compromised. The disgust seen in the other's expression only cements his own fury, as he sits in his chair, drumming his fingers against the arm rest]

I will take advice on all but this, Derek. Your counsel in this moment suffers from a drastic lack of experience.

Do not present yourself as an obstacle.

[private]

[walkingmeltdown]

I wasn't intending to be an 'obstacle'. Having discovered that I evidently am one, by all means. Let me remove myself from your path.

Good luck.

[And on that icy sentiment, he cuts the line.]