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Dr. Harrison Wells ([personal profile] harrisonwells) wrote2016-03-01 01:24 pm
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EUDIO: IC INBOX



"This is Dr. Harrison Wells. Leave a message. A relevant message."

text | voice | video | network un: starlabs
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[personal profile] malingerer 2016-04-24 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ another long pause, then: ]

Good to know Central City’s light pollution is a multiversal constant.

[ the dryness practically audible, like in the ashes of sentiment eobard latches too quickly to dry humor. ]
Edited 2016-04-24 05:46 (UTC)
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[personal profile] malingerer 2016-04-24 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
It was, for a time. Pitch black and worse at night.
But human ingenuity prevailed over itself eventually. City ordinances and construction codes. Innovations in street light technology. All for a glimpse of something that had never gone anywhere.
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[personal profile] malingerer 2016-04-24 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
Better times to ask them than four in the morning. Don’t you think.
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[personal profile] malingerer 2016-04-24 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ somewhere, on a beach with a total station set up nearby, eobard thawne sits back on one hand, lets his head loll back up skyward in thought. ]

Touché.
Go on. One question. I don’t intend to be transactional; you must know, instinctively and intellectually, that time isn’t to be trifled with. Can’t have you running home with some theory of quantum gravity you didn’t rightfully earn.
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[personal profile] malingerer 2016-04-24 07:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ long, long pause. ]

Good night, Harrison.

[ impossible to tell in text whether the words are touched with anger, or acidity. they might even be gentle. in real time eobard stands up, flips the phone onto mute and pockets it, picks up his black duffel. the sun will be rising soon. he’d like to be home before then. ]