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elliot "tyler durden" alderson ([personal profile] raw) wrote in [community profile] station72 2017-11-28 06:58 pm (UTC)

[ That's still really unnerving, but at least it's not so horror-film startling when he's expecting it.

Elliot nods, then moves away, heading in the opposite direction to where the nectar's kept. His normal scheme of disruption would involve computers, alarms, even fire safety protocol, but Earth office building rules don't apply here. So instead he messes with the valves on a couple of pipes, leaves them hissing.

He traverses the walkway unmolested again, at least at first, but then a Rabadocean guard rounds a corner and rather than trying to escape notice Elliot straight up approaches him and asks for directions, doing his best to appear drunk and lost. When the alien attempts to escort him out he gets aggressive, shouting, playing the don't fuckin' touch me, man game — and selling it, too, apparently. Maybe it's the recent deaths, but the commotion attracts another couple of guards from their rounds, and they hurry over to promptly haul Elliot out on his ass.

He finishes up a little bruised, but weirdly cheerful. That was kind of fun.
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