[About a dozen swears run through House's mind, increasing in obscenity.]
don't bother replying again until you're inside some shelter you're wasting time talking to me
[Wasting time, making him feel helpless. Sitting and fretting has never been one of House's strong suits. He takes action, but there's nothing he can do here. It's-]
i'm contacting the admin hell if i know if it'll help but i'm contacting them
[Quark doesn’t waste the time it would take to write an apology. He can figure about how well that would go over, anyway. He puts the tablet inside of his coat while he gets back to work on that snow shelter. It feels so futile, though. It’s hard enough just to make something big enough for him to get into, and even once he has managed to make a cubby for himself and squeeze into it, it’s too cold. It feels like being in an ice coffin. The blizzard is raging so hard by then, he fears the snow will just collapse under the ferocity of the wind and the weight of the new snow falling and crush him.
A while later, Quark responds. By now, it’s obvious that the admin isn’t going to intervene. And Quark isn’t so sure how much longer he has.]
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rubikscomplex) wrote2015-08-27 10:05 am
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don't bother replying again until you're inside some shelter
you're wasting time talking to me
[Wasting time, making him feel helpless. Sitting and fretting has never been one of House's strong suits. He takes action, but there's nothing he can do here. It's-]
i'm contacting the admin
hell if i know if it'll help
but i'm contacting them
no subject
A while later, Quark responds. By now, it’s obvious that the admin isn’t going to intervene. And Quark isn’t so sure how much longer he has.]
ok
im in
no subject
you're going to die
[Isn't he comforting?]
what do you want people to know if you don't come back?