[Newt is relaxing and enjoying the days that follow a particularly unpleasant mission — and of course quietly dreading whatever mission might come next, considering they're moving closer and closer to the next. But ah, avoidance! His favorite! He'll just pretend summer break isn't just about over before school starts again. That metaphor works a little, right? Right.
He's in the middle of returning to the lab after consuming a plate of partly burned cookies when it suddenly goes totally dark. He lurches from the shock of it mid-step, and then looks around the inky darkness with round, startled eyes.]
Don't tell me we're having an energy crisis again...! Christ...
[Of all the times to not have his phone on him, it had to be during a black-out. The familiar panic over his fear of dark spaces hits him like a sledgehammer, much like it had the first time he'd awoken on the Ximilia to a dark room (back when the lights were apparently harder to keep on; Clara had taken his hand and helped him navigate the dark back then).
His hands move to find the wall, and he paws along it with clumsy urgency. But after a moment, he forces himself to relax. It's just a little darkness, right? It'll fix itself sooner than later.
Oh—?
He can smell the faint smell of smoke. His mind ticks through a few people it could be, as he feels further along down the hall. Unaware that it's his buddy Kovacs, he calls out:]
Smoking in the dark, dude?
Maybe find a more appropriate time to nurse your addictions!
sometime at the end of this month :)
He's in the middle of returning to the lab after consuming a plate of partly burned cookies when it suddenly goes totally dark. He lurches from the shock of it mid-step, and then looks around the inky darkness with round, startled eyes.]
Holy shit...! Wh-what's — Hey! What's going on!?
Don't tell me we're having an energy crisis again...! Christ...
[Of all the times to not have his phone on him, it had to be during a black-out. The familiar panic over his fear of dark spaces hits him like a sledgehammer, much like it had the first time he'd awoken on the Ximilia to a dark room (back when the lights were apparently harder to keep on; Clara had taken his hand and helped him navigate the dark back then).
His hands move to find the wall, and he paws along it with clumsy urgency. But after a moment, he forces himself to relax. It's just a little darkness, right? It'll fix itself sooner than later.
Oh—?
He can smell the faint smell of smoke. His mind ticks through a few people it could be, as he feels further along down the hall. Unaware that it's his buddy Kovacs, he calls out:]
Smoking in the dark, dude?
Maybe find a more appropriate time to nurse your addictions!