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[skygiants]

I'll start by saying that this hasn't been the best week for me in RL. Nothing dramatically bad or anything; nothing's even really happened except for a few mild stressors, which is half to be expected with finals coming up anyways. I've just felt myself slipping back into some habits I thought I'd kicked long ago - i.e., interpersonal paranoia, demands for attention, and general emo and malaise. It's minor slippage in one particular direction more than anything huge, but it's still enough to make me uncomfortable with myself. So: best to curb the habit now, before it grows.

Sun and literature are of course like wonder drugs for me when it comes to putting things in perspective, and I've been dosing myself with them in abundance. However, at the risk of sounding tragically sappy, I do think the best way to cure my self-absorption is to do things for other people.

This is where you guys come in. This post is space for you to tell me what I can do to make you happier. If you want me to write fic, I will do my best! If there's a fic I promised you a while ago and never got around to writing, kick me in the pants for that too. If there's a thread you want with me, tell me here, or if you want me to ramble about a topic (hopefully one that I know at least something about), I will ramble at will. If you want me to make you icons . . . well, they will be crap, but I will do my very, very best. If you want me to send you a song, I can do that. Or, if you want, just comment and I will tell you exactly why you are amazing and I love you.

This is open season on any of those, or any combination thereof. If I can't fill your request right away because it's something that takes time to do, it will definitely be done sometime over the next two weeks. And if there's anything I can do that I've forgotten to mention up there, tell me that too, and I will do my best to comply.

Except possibly 'give me large sums of money,' as, alas, I do not have the large sums of money to give away.

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[skygiants]

A scientist must be dedicated and persevere in the face of all obstacles.

Mohinder reminded himself of this often, and told himself not to be discouraged; nonetheless, maintaining optimism was slightly difficult when he was halfway down the List, and not a single person yet had agreed to talk to him. (He wasn’t sure when the List had acquired capital letters in his mind, but it most decidedly had.)

He picked up the phone and dialed the digits attached to the next name. It was, unusually, not an American number. He couldn’t remember which country the code signified offhand, but from the name his guess would be Japan.

“Excuse me?” he said, and asked for the name on the list.

“I’m sorry,” said a rich, cultivated voice. “She’s not available right now. This is her brother speaking.”

“Oh.” Well – at least she hadn’t had the chance to slam the metaphorical door in his face yet, Mohinder told himself, and continued gamely on. “Well, perhaps you could give her my name and number? I’m afraid it’s quite urgent that I speak with her.”

“Might I ask who’s calling?”

“My name is Dr. Mohinder Suresh. I’m conducting a study –”

“Dr. Suresh,” said the voice on the other end; it conveyed pleasant surprise and appreciation. “Yes, I think I’ve heard of your work.”

“My father’s, more likely,” said Mohinder, a little stiffly.

The speaker didn’t appear to have noticed his interruption. “It’s quite an honor for my little sister to hear from you. Is there some way we could help you?”

“Ideally,” Mohinder said, hopefully, “I would be able to speak with your sister, and perhaps conduct some studies – nothing at all invasive, of course. I’m a geneticist. Your aid, of course, would also be most helpful –”

“A geneticist, yes,” echoed the other voice, thoughtfully. “Tell me, Dr. Suresh –”

Mohinder’s apartment was suddenly flooded with the noise of an engine starting. Puzzled, he glanced out his window, and saw a large truck driving away on other side of the street, which would, he supposed, explain it.

“- your work with genetics . . . it’s been misunderstood by the world at large, hasn’t it.”

“I suppose you might say so – but it’s really very important,” Mohinder added, hastily; perhaps he could at least keep him talking until the girl returned. “If I have a chance just to speak with your sister, to perform a few simple tests, it could – it could be revolutionary! I must be able to continue my work.”

“I see,” said the voice. “The path before you has been prepared.”

Mohinder wasn’t quite sure what this meant, but he supposed it couldn’t hurt to humor the man, so he agreed, “It’s an evolutionary imperative, Mr. –”

“Ohtori. Akio Ohtori.” The voice sounded as if it were smiling. “Well. It seems, Dr. Suresh, that your only hope is to revolutionize the world.”

“I hope to do so, Mr. Ohtori.” Mohinder held his breath, and tried not to hope too hard. Surely that meant –

“I think we have a great deal to discuss,” said Ohtori smoothly, and Mohinder almost fainted (although this was, in part, from holding his breath). “Dr. Suresh, I think you should come visit me and my sister. I think we can probably be very helpful to each other. Don’t worry about plane tickets; I’ll arrange everything and send you the information.”

Mohinder’s jaw dropped open. “Mr. Ohtori, I – are you certain? I do have work to perform here –”

“Of course it will all be on the Ohtori books, so don’t worry about expenses,” said Ohtori, as if Mohinder hadn’t spoken at all. The smell of roses filled the room. Mohinder looked out the window again, puzzled, and saw that a flower truck had pulled up outside his apartment to deliver to the grocery store across the way.

Ohtori was still speaking. “I look forward to seeing you very soon, Dr. Suresh,” he said, and it sounded, once more, as if he were smiling. “I’ll come in my car to pick you up.”

[genarti]

You are a bad bad person.

>:D!!!

*just miiiiiight be snickering*