http://thnxforsmoking.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] thnxforsmoking.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] lastvoyageslogs2009-09-13 09:27 pm
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Who: Nick Naylor (BORGED) and Emily Prentiss (NORMAL)
When: Sometime post Nick's borging.
Where: Idk, pick a floor Jessi.
What: Your pseudo-boyfriend's gonna try to assimilate you Prentiss.

Nick had been one of the earlier people assimilated. When he heard word of the assimilation, he ran out of his room, looking for Tobias. Dammit. He was not going to let his inmate be assimilated. He wasn't a warden failure, he would actually do something. And, as much as he didn't want to admit it, he cared for Tobias. He didn't want to see him hurt.

There was a small snag in the procedure when he ran straight into a Borg.

Now Nick was part of the Borg, one of the faithful drones. He was standing guard, watching one of the hallways with only one thought on his mind: assimilation. All individuality should be eliminated. They should belong to the Collective. He was designed to serve his queen. And right now, his queen wanted him to patrol the hall and assimilate anyone on sight.

(ooc: Joining the 'I suck at Borg' club.)
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You're the best faux-boyfriend ever, Nick. And let's say Floor... 2. For the hell of it.

[identity profile] i-cantakeit.livejournal.com 2009-09-14 09:29 am (UTC)(link)
Prentiss was making her way to the dining hall. From the fifth floor. Yeah. Not exactly the easiest or most fun task she could think of. She'd had time to grab her journal and her gun and, though it probably wouldn't help at all, a bulletproof vest. Yeah, she knew it was just a comfort thing. But still... Anyhow, then there had been Borg down the end of her corridor, so without waiting to check her journal or see if anyone else was around, she had headed up the stairs. The third level had been the worst - she'd come close to being caught, but had managed to escape.

Now, second floor, nearly there... And there was another of the Borg. She cursed under her breath, trying to get past without him seeing her. Her grip on her Glock was steady, but she didn't want to shoot anyone if she didn't have to. And then she saw who it was. Oh, fuck.

She couldn't stop herself. "Nick?" she gasped, without thinking.

Floor 2 it is.

[identity profile] thnxforsmoking.livejournal.com 2009-09-14 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Nick didn't see to recognize being called. He looked towards Prentiss, however, when he saw her enter. Great. Another human, about to be another member of the Borg. "Emily Prentiss," he said, in a monotone voice. "You will be assimilated."

He walked towards her, eyes focused on Prentiss. "Resistance is futile."

[identity profile] i-cantakeit.livejournal.com 2009-09-16 09:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Nick, stop," she said in more desperate tones, her aim becoming unsteady. This wasn't good. This really wasn't good. "Please." Emily didn't know a lot about the Borg; how they operated, how they turned you into one of them. She didn't want to find out. She hoped it didn't hurt. But oh god, seeing Nick like that... Thinking of him being caught, being turned into a cyborg, stripped of his identity.

Prentiss gritted her teeth and raised her gun, backing away. She couldn't think of him as him; that would get her assimilated before she could blink. No, that wasn't Nick. It was a Borg. And it was coming after her.

[identity profile] thnxforsmoking.livejournal.com 2009-09-17 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
Nick walked closer to Prentiss, paying no attention to her gun. He just wanted to assimilate. She would make a perfect addition to the Borg. "Resistance is futile," Nick repeated

Hmm... this will either end with running or shooting then running

[identity profile] i-cantakeit.livejournal.com 2009-09-20 09:34 am (UTC)(link)
Prentiss moved back faster, glancing back to watch her footing. Tripping and falling was the last thing she needed now. Her back hit the corridor wall behind her. Oh dear. There was only the common area, and she'd be trapped if she went in there. She had to get to the dining room, so she had to get out of this.

She felt calm, her hands steady, her mind racing. Could she do anything? Was there any way to change the infected people back? What would he do if she ran? And most of all, how could she get out of this without shooting him?

I am fine with either. And la la la short tag

[identity profile] thnxforsmoking.livejournal.com 2009-09-20 03:07 pm (UTC)(link)
While all the thoughts ran through Prentiss's head, only one ran through Nick's: assimilate. Still walking towards her, he reached out a hand, intent on putting the nanoprobes in her system.

I am so mean to her. :c

[identity profile] i-cantakeit.livejournal.com 2009-09-21 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Getting edged back along the wall, she instinctively raised her gun. Yes, theoretically, she knew that it wouldn't stop him, because he wasn't thinking like himself, was he? But she did it anyway.

With a kind of horrible fixation, she watched him come nearer. He was nearly close enough to touch her... She swallowed, trying to get rid of the sick feeling in her throat. He reached out his hand. She closed her eyes and squeezed the trigger, running before she'd heard the shot, not stopping to see if it had hit him. If it had, she didn't want to see it, and if it hadn't, she needed to move fast.
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