Agent Phil Coulson (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
somethingtoavenge) wrote2012-12-21 11:55 am
somethingtoavenge) wrote2012-12-21 11:55 am
Entry tags:
Debrief 004 | Action/Accidental Voice & Written | Tis the season | Backdated to the 19th
Action/Accidental Voice
[It was only a few days since Phil had returned to CH5, Floor 5 and the apartment. Still sick, but getting better and very glad to be back in the apartment. It took some convincing of his two agents but finally he had convinced them that he could sleep in his own room instead of the couch. The condition being that he didn't move to the couch without someone there to help if needed. The coughing had shown the most noticeable improvement but the weakness in his muscles was lingering as well as the shortness of breath.
So, finally back to his own home and own space the last thing he expected when he woke up that morning was to find that someone was in the room with him. Especially a someone who was small enough to sit on his bedside table and was staring at him.
Phil jolted against the pillows he was sleeping against and gave a strangle shout turned coughing fit. Not a nice surprise.]
What the-?!
[Oh damn. That was kind of loud. ...That was definitely going to get certain people's attention.
And now the elf was talking to him. Something about Santa, gifts, naughty and nice, tasks. ...This must be some sort of event thing.
And his journal was open. What the hell?]
Later
[After the fiasco of the morning, Phil was slowly getting used to the elf. He had moved to the couch of the Apartment and the elf had followed along. Of course it's first request was to decorate the apartment. After a calm discussion with the elf, explaining his sickness, it got changed to simply make decorations for the apartment and others. Then there were suddenly craft items everywhere. Apparently he was to make a lot of decorations. Oh well, it was better than doing nothing.
If you come and visit him, you will find Phil busy making all sorts of handmade decorations, the elf cheerfully sitting on a table near his head.]
Written
I have spent a good part of the day making Christmas decorations.
Does anyone need or want some decorations? I'd deliver them myself, but I'm not very well.
Just let me know and we'll figure out how to get them to you.
[It was only a few days since Phil had returned to CH5, Floor 5 and the apartment. Still sick, but getting better and very glad to be back in the apartment. It took some convincing of his two agents but finally he had convinced them that he could sleep in his own room instead of the couch. The condition being that he didn't move to the couch without someone there to help if needed. The coughing had shown the most noticeable improvement but the weakness in his muscles was lingering as well as the shortness of breath.
So, finally back to his own home and own space the last thing he expected when he woke up that morning was to find that someone was in the room with him. Especially a someone who was small enough to sit on his bedside table and was staring at him.
Phil jolted against the pillows he was sleeping against and gave a strangle shout turned coughing fit. Not a nice surprise.]
What the-?!
[Oh damn. That was kind of loud. ...That was definitely going to get certain people's attention.
And now the elf was talking to him. Something about Santa, gifts, naughty and nice, tasks. ...This must be some sort of event thing.
And his journal was open. What the hell?]
Later
[After the fiasco of the morning, Phil was slowly getting used to the elf. He had moved to the couch of the Apartment and the elf had followed along. Of course it's first request was to decorate the apartment. After a calm discussion with the elf, explaining his sickness, it got changed to simply make decorations for the apartment and others. Then there were suddenly craft items everywhere. Apparently he was to make a lot of decorations. Oh well, it was better than doing nothing.
If you come and visit him, you will find Phil busy making all sorts of handmade decorations, the elf cheerfully sitting on a table near his head.]
Written
I have spent a good part of the day making Christmas decorations.
Does anyone need or want some decorations? I'd deliver them myself, but I'm not very well.
Just let me know and we'll figure out how to get them to you.
Voice
[What is with all the concerns about his health? It was rather odd...]
But thanks for the concern.
Re: Voice
The concern was just Spock being Spock... ]
I have been....indisposed lately, so I have not seen you around the journals as of yet. Are you relatively new to Luceti?
Voice /forever late tags
How long have you been here, Mr. Spock?
~not a worry m'dear~ ^_^
It has been a rather interesting experience thus far... though the situation itself leaves much to be desired, having an opportunity to meet such diverse cultures is stimulating. [All of this is said in the standard Vulcan tone...
Sure Spock... you don't sound stimulated...]
Voice
Ah, so, since September then. You must have arrived in the cycle that happened shortly after I left. [Phil was probably one of the few people who wouldn't of been unnerved by Spock knowing the exact time. Oh well.]
Yes, it certainly is an interesting experience. [Phil's voice is bland yet somehow also amused, even if it's rough.] I agree that meeting so many people from varied cultures is very fascinating indeed. It allows us to make the most of a... barely palatable situation. [Coulson doesn't mind it as much as others. Considering he might be dead back home, this is actually preferable.]
Re: Voice
May I inquire as to your occupation before entering Luceti?
Voice
I was an agent of a paramilitary organization.
Re: Voice
...Spock does not want to pry, but he did not miss the use of past tense.... nor the fact that paramilitary combined with 'agent' usually meant undercover work...
...Starfleet has one of those... but hardly anyone knows about it.]
That is very interesting Mister Coulson... what did that entail exactly?
Voice | Filtered | 99.9% unhackable
Paperwork. Saving the Earth from unknown threats. ...Wrangling superhero's sometimes. Matters of international security. Working with other agents in the field. Investigating strange phenomena. ...Eliminating threats. The usual, really.
Re: Voice | Filtered | 99.9% unhackable
Superheros? [Everything else Spock has been exposed to in one form or another.]
Voice | Filtered | 99.9% unhackable
Yes, Superhero's.
[What he doesn't realizes is that it was actually question, not merely an incredulous statement.]
Re: Voice | Filtered | 99.9% unhackable
I meant to state that as a question. I only know superheros as fictional characters in earth's publications.
They do not exist in my universe.
Voice | Filtered | 99.9% unhackable
Sorry.
Well, they exist in my universe, though they are not like some comics have them. Not all of them are super human. Some are quite human indeed...If annoying. [There is fondness in his voice though.]
Re: Voice | Filtered | 99.9% unhackable
...and the ridiculous adventures from that show...]
That is most fascinating work Mister Coulson, however, I will not keep you if you are not well.
Peace and long life to you, until next we meet.