#extbacklot

Non-Verbal Prompts @emhunt / @ext-backlot said: [ HUDDLE ]: sender and receiver huddle together in an effort to stay warm. — from ethan to benji

Benji was in a world of his own, his brain switching between working a thousand miles a minute and switching off entirely. The chill in the air was almost beyond him now, his entire body numb through the layers of clothes that they had scrambled to get together, and the dried blood on his head had now become crusted, the pain all but gone. Or was it just numbed too? He wasn't entirely sure how long they had been there, time having become somewhat irrelevant since the crash.

He was snapped back to reality when he felt the presence beside him, Ethan having sat back down, and in that moment it was as though he had been craving the closeness. The pilot had long passed, his body now buried beneath layers of snow, and the co-pilot who had double crossed them had been disposed of. It was just them, and as each minute passed, Benji began to wonder if they were going to make it out of this alive. Instinctively, he shuffled closer to Ethan, not saying a word as he pressed up against the older man's side, and there was a feeling of relief that washed over him when he felt an arm wrapping around him. It encouraged him to lean in further, head resting on Ethan's shoulder as he tried his best to keep warm. They needed to keep whatever heat they could while it lasted, and despite the rock formation blocking out most of the wind, the chill was still in the air.

First Touch Prompts @ext-backlot / @emhunt said: laying a head on their shoulder after a long mission (from ethan to benji)

"That was a day and a half." Benji chuckled, moving to sit down on the sofa in the safehouse, glad that they had both made it back there in one piece. It was another successful mission, yet it was also another mission that had been a near miss. The two of them were battered, exhausted, and covered in dust, but they were alive.

Spy and Assassin Starters @ext-backlot / @emhunt said: sender has been shot. receiver helps patch them up.

"If I'm being honest, I'm surprised it took you this long to take a bullet." Benji spoke rather casually, trying to hide how worried he truly felt after seeing the other man going down from the hit. The adrenaline had kept him going until they had returned to the safehouse, but now that the air had settled and it was just them and the blood, he felt his heart racing. Carefully, he used the damp towel to clean the crimson away from Ethan's skin, silently relieved that the bullet had exited in the process; he couldn't fathom the idea of having to remove it from his friend's shoulder.

Casual Yet Intimate Interactions @ext-backlot said: [ LEAN ]: sender looks over receiver's shoulder who is sitting, placing a hand on their desk while receiver shows them something. — from ethan hunt to benji!

Right Place, Right Time @ext-backlot said: [ DUNNO ]: the sender lies about the location of the receiver in order to protect them from pursuers. — from benoit blanc to jud duplenticy!

Jud waited, having to beg God for all the patience that there was to help him as he remained behind the door, listening to the words uttered outside the room. They were becoming more and more common these days; people obsessed with hearing more about the Good Friday Murder and encountering the killer priest of Chimney Rock. Nothing that was put out there was enough, nothing would stop them, and he had never been more grateful for the detective as he was in that moment. When he finally heard the sound of the strangers leaving, he peered his head out from the back closet and cautiously moved into the church.

“when you're tired, accept that you're tired. don't try to solve things right then.” — @ext-backlot (jason).

❛ i'm not tired. ❜ he shuns the word in a prime example of exactly what jason's getting at, and is aware of it too. still, ringed eyes and nest of hair are indicators even if his outright adamance of its falsities suggests a deceptive sense of energy. ryland is running on caffeine and determination ( he knows it's getting bad when he skips on cream, acrid black coffee staining his tongue ) and any loss in momentum is paramount to avoid should every idea not be scrawled out on the board before he can forget it. ❛ i'm just . . . ❜ hand holding a clutch of whiteboard pens rotates in the air as if summoning the end of his sentence, musings too scrambled by the distraction despite its well intentioned source.

i recognise that not being able to find the words only affirms jason's point, that not even having the capacity to think the word is a sure sign to kick back and look at it all in the light of a new day, but i'm on a roll. i can't stop now.

“human beings have a remarkable ability to accept the abnormal and make it normal.” — @ext-backlot (jason).

❛ eh. normal's overrated, anyway. ❜ spoken over his shoulder as he packs up his desk, filing away papers to mark for another day and gathering his mad rush of whiteboard pens to slot back into their holder before erasing the board's scribbles itself. the low dim of afternoon setting in already paints the hyaline sky outside his classroom's window, the lull of student voices outside lowering to silence as they evacuate the premises. ❛ it's like the swine flu pandemic. people got real relaxed about things despite it being maximum alert levels. this space dots sitch'll be no different. ❜

i talk a big game, but the petrova line does worry me. if not for me, then the kids that'll be tasked with dealing with it in thirty, fourty years time. my kids. sure, there's all the chance it'll get worked out, but earth has never had a crisis quite like this before. saturn can't get us out of this one. which leaves what as a solution ?