IC: Cabinstuck

[thekingsgambit]

[Anyone who's used to a certain failemp making his rounds about camp might have noticed a startling absence for the past few days (unless they've been hanging in the hospital, where he spends some time everyday). Some might even take this to be odd, considering that said failemp has almost appeared to be in a better mood than usual prior to the week. Maybe you should check on him at his cabin?]




((FTR: Nunnally thread takes place the morning after this and Fuuma's thread takes place shortly after the events of this post.))

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[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

[His eyes go back to Cornelia, as he quickly closes the distance between her and him, whispering something fiercely at her before turning back to Fuuma.]

[servicewitha.livejournal.com]

[leans against the table]

Am I interrupting something?

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

[Cornelia gives Lelouch a look and then exits the room, as Lelouch approaches Fuuma without a word and wraps his fingers around the drive. If they happen to brush against Fuuma's own, they might feel somewhat colder than they should be.]

The more civilized knock before entering another's residence, Fuuma.

[servicewitha.livejournal.com]

I did. It's no surprise you didn't hear it, though, with all the yelling and throwing things.

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

... Have you been paying attention to what's happening in this place recently?

[servicewitha.livejournal.com]

I have.

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

Then you will pardon my frustration. I am tired of the lack of action being shown in response to this situation.

[servicewitha.livejournal.com]

And you're obviously in the perfect condition to take charge of the situation.

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

[And grabbing his jacket.]

Don't you dare patronize me right now!

[servicewitha.livejournal.com]

[stares back at him calmly]

At this rate, you're only hurting yourself.

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

[Letting go and snatching the drive from Fuuma's hand.]

I know what I'm doing! I'm the only one in this wretched place that has something even resembling a plan, and all I am being told is that I am not capable of executing it. This has gone on long enough.

[servicewitha.livejournal.com]

What is your plan?

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

I am going to get that madwoman's attention. If that does not work, I am going to intensify our reconnaissance efforts.

[servicewitha.livejournal.com]

. . . That doesn't actually tell me anything.

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

It tells you enough. Either way, I don't have time to discuss this with you, I have somewhere else I need to be.

[Moving away to scoop up some papers from the edge of the table and then starting for the room exit.]

[servicewitha.livejournal.com]

What key?

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

[Pauses in some surprise.]

It's none of your business, Fuuma.

[During the moment of delay, a certain white hellcat saunters up to the entrance and hisses loudly at nobody in particular, lashing her tail.]