damncompass: Computer generated Warehouse logo (Warehouse Logo)
Things have been unsettled in the Warehouse for the past day or so. Artifacts have been sparking more often, and almost every occupied aisle has a static ball buzz by at least once.

Joshua got David's letter, and is coming back to the Warehouse to see if there's anything he can grab that might help Helena be herself more often than not.

He steps out of the door and sighs. This is not a good week.
damncompass: doing paperwork (Science to do)
There's a Christmas tree in Joshua's lab with multi-colored lights, and a few strings of tinsel literally thrown on it.

On the top is a shining static ball that Joshua's talking to.

"Oh, so you decided to knock off my star and become a star yourself?"


"If you say so. Good thing I like you so much."

Bee eeeeee!
damncompass: doing paperwork (Science to do)
It's one of those days, where everything in the Warehouse is going pretty well.

People are around, doing inventory, prepping reports, and above everything, there's a cheerful static ball or two zipping down the aisles.

Joshua's in his lab, fussing with this and that, not really making any progress, but amusing himself in the process.
damncompass: Stricking out tongue (Bratty)
Attention Warehouse Agents!

There will be a Hallowe'en party on the evening of the 31st of October. Food and drink will be provided, as well as games, of the board and card variety, and if I feel like it, perhaps the role-playing sort.

Costumes are mandatory. (This means you, Artie.)

Artifacts are forbidden unsuggested, but if you have an idea, run it by me. (No mistletoe, Claudia, I mean it.)

If you have problems, too bad. See you all then!

damncompass: Bedhead and wtf face (WTF mate)
"Hey, Joshua? You've got mail."

Leena's voice cut through Joshua's midday perusal of case files.

"Come on in, Leena." Once she got in, Joshua waved at the table next to his desk. "Dump the mail over there. I'll get to it at some point." Nodding, Leena dropped the mail on the table, and chatted with him for a while.

After Leena left, he went back to the case files he was reading. Lunchtime came and went, and so did a couple hours of science, some inventory to break up the day, and finally, around six, he remembered the mail.

A couple people wanted to give him a credit card (why would he want another credit card considering he currently had one with no limit?), someone wanting him to change his cable service (which he was pretty sure he never had in the first place.)

As he was about to open the last letter, which he was pretty damn sure was yet another bit of junk mail, his phone rang. Absentmindedly, he answered.


"Is this Dr. Joshua Donovan?"

"Depends on who you are, but yeah, this is Joshua."

"I'm calling from the Nobel Media Foundation in Stockholm where it was just announced that you won the Nobel Prize in Physics."

"I what the fuck now? You have to be kidding me."

"Not at all, Dr. Donovan. Did you not know you were a candidate?"

"Uh. No. I might have lost that memo in a move I made not long ago. Shit, I just googled myself and it's true. Er."

"Can I ask you a couple questions about your work in antimatter?"

"Uhm... sure."

Ten minutes later, as he hung up the phone and stared at the wall of his lab, he had no clue what to do.
damncompass: Computer generated Warehouse logo (Warehouse Logo)
If there was ever a time for the phrase 'perfect storm', this was it. There was a storm around the Ancient Archives, something was going on in the Ovoid, and to top it off, his 'hey, there's something going on in Denver' ping pinged.

Artie packed Pete and Steve off to Denver, somewhat to Joshua's relief (because if anyone could remind Myka of the Warehouse, it would be Pete), and sent Claud to the Ovoid to help Leena. That left him to deal with the Ancient Archives along with Artie.

The walk down was quiet, if a bit steamy and punctuated by lightning. Once they got in, among the chaos was a statue of Zeus spewing lightning around the room.

"Oh, is that all?"

"All? Joshua, do you know what you're saying?"

"It's just a statue of...."

"Get me some goo."

Begrudgingly, he ran out to the nearest station and got a bucket of goo. Coming back in, he handed it to Artie who threw it on the statue. It smoldered a bit and disappeared.

"Shit. We need to go back and..."

"Artie, if you want to research, that's fine, but shouldn't we at least see what's up in the Ovoid?"

Begrudgingly, Artie nodded and stomped out of the Archives.

Eventually, they turn a corner, and go into the Ovoid. Claudia was backing up a machine with a crate on the front.

Artie blustered. "Who told you that you could drive that thing?"

"I did, Artie." Joshua sighed. Maybe he didn't, but that's not the point. "What's going on, Claudia?"
damncompass: Eye of Horus Pin (Regentface)
Joshua pulled into Featherhead about an hour later than expected, running up the stairs, and into a room occupied by two other people.

"Sorry I'm late, guys. Got out of Minneapolis late, and everything spiralled from there."
damncompass: confused face (Swear-o-meter)
After his exploration of hats last week, Joshua has been focusing his energies on studying various Artifacts that have an area of effect, which brings him to a shelf in Charlestown sector with a stone which was the basis of the Rip Van Winkle mythology.

He takes off his gloves to poke at a display and suddenly, a kettle appears in his hands. "Where the hell'd you come from?" Sighing, he moves to put it down on a shelf while he deals with the stone, but something rattles around inside.

As he opens the lid, a ferret pokes its nose out of the kettle.

"Ok, what the hell. How'd you get in here?" The ferret scurries up his arm and perches on his shoulder. He stares at the ferret for a moment, gaping. "Did you seriously just appear from this kettle? Seriously? That is not possible. I just... what the hell."

Somehow, however, he knows that he needs to neutralize the kettle, so he takes it to the end of an aisle and sticks it in a tub of goo. Pulling a paper out of his pocket, he writes a note and tapes it on the tub.

Kettle. It produced a ferret. No fucking clue what it is or where it goes.

Rip Van Winkle is forgotten in favour of... a ferret. It's probably time for a drink.
damncompass: grinning (god bless us every one)
Looking back, Joshua realizes as he pulls into the B&B, he should have realized that he could have just gone through the bar for this move instead of travelling for the better part of a day. Hindsight is 20/20, though, and he's finally here now.

He leaves pretty much everything in the car, locks it (force of habit) and goes upstairs. Faced with a hallway of doors, he prays to whomever is listening that he remembers which door leads to which room. He doesn't really like the thought of waking up next to Pete, or worse, his sister.

Counting down the hall, he opens a door, and to his vast relief, walks into Helena's room.


damncompass: smiling (Default)
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