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Laura is down. I need you to request her to be alive again.
[ There's a five minute pause before- ]
Done. Do you need help getting her to medical? Did she get taken down by the teenager who was brought in?
Done. Do you need help getting her to medical? Did she get taken down by the teenager who was brought in?
[ Guess who witnessed this ]
I appreciate when someone takes decisive action and nips a potential problem in the bud. Bonus points for using a gun.
[ Too bad it wasn't a bullet she used, though. ]
I appreciate when someone takes decisive action and nips a potential problem in the bud. Bonus points for using a gun.
[ Too bad it wasn't a bullet she used, though. ]
[ To be fair, it was a Bullet. Just not the kind that kills. ]
This is Root, right?
Glad you enjoyed the show.
This is Root, right?
Glad you enjoyed the show.
Need a favor.
Mae's been crying a lot. Getting into that age where she doesnt want me to leave. Can you get the Admiral to soundproof my room so no one thinks someone's dying in there?
Mae's been crying a lot. Getting into that age where she doesnt want me to leave. Can you get the Admiral to soundproof my room so no one thinks someone's dying in there?
I can do that.
You all right with me adding a notification to a warden if someone is killed in there?
[ Wry. ]
That's not an accusation. Someone finds out about that, they might see it as an opportunity and I don't want you getting blamed for anything either.
You all right with me adding a notification to a warden if someone is killed in there?
[ Wry. ]
That's not an accusation. Someone finds out about that, they might see it as an opportunity and I don't want you getting blamed for anything either.
He doesn't call so much as very super stealthily trail her around the barge for a bit until she goes back to her room.
At which point he makes his approach, armed with a box of cookies.
Knock knock.
At which point he makes his approach, armed with a box of cookies.
Knock knock.
"You can come in, Edwin!"
Just loud enough to be heard from the other side of the door. She's using the little hotel coffee maker for her coffee, the wonderful wonderful coffee that she picked up while they've been at port.
Just loud enough to be heard from the other side of the door. She's using the little hotel coffee maker for her coffee, the wonderful wonderful coffee that she picked up while they've been at port.
Certainly.
[ A pause. ]
I assume you're telling Arthur?
[ A pause. ]
I assume you're telling Arthur?
[ She has to read the text twice before she can write anything but 'fuck'. ]
OMW w/first aid. Is anyone else hurt?
OMW w/first aid. Is anyone else hurt?
Got a minute for a coffee?
He waits for Saga to send another message. He braces himself for her to approach when he sees her wave at him from across the deck or down a hall. But she doesn't, and she doesn't, and slowly his defensive readiness shifts into the realization that she's respecting his space and not pushing him and--
And then he's outside her door, and he knocks with his eyes fixed on the floor.
And then he's outside her door, and he knocks with his eyes fixed on the floor.
She'll come to the door at a reasonable time span, opening it with a bright smile that goes warm and soft once she meets his eyes.
"Hey, Edwin. How's it going? Something I can do for you?"
"Hey, Edwin. How's it going? Something I can do for you?"
Of all the places on board where he feels uncomfortable, he has the hardest time figuring out why the art gazebo does it to him. He starts testing himself, almost, the way he does when he's near the infirmary, prodding at the empty spaces that bubble up to diagnose what he's not feeling.
David picks up a paint brush idly, turns it over in his hands, and tucks it into the back pocket of his jeans. It would be decent for a one-strike shiv, with some work.
David picks up a paint brush idly, turns it over in his hands, and tucks it into the back pocket of his jeans. It would be decent for a one-strike shiv, with some work.
"You're going to ruin the bristles that way," says a woman's voice from a few feet away. Because of course she saw him pocket the brush. "I have a couple of totes if you're looking to get some art supplies."
She doesn't think he is, since he didn't look at the bristles so much as the handle, but she can play the game.
She doesn't think he is, since he didn't look at the bristles so much as the handle, but she can play the game.
He comes to her cabin, rather than sending a message, because--well, he likes being in front of people for talks like these. It's one of the latest little things he's marked down for his garden, realized on the way over.
Of course, that doesn't mean he's good at starting these conversations yet, so as soon as Saga opens the door, he blurts out, "Arthur messed up, and I want to talk to him about how, but I want to talk to you about how first."
Of course, that doesn't mean he's good at starting these conversations yet, so as soon as Saga opens the door, he blurts out, "Arthur messed up, and I want to talk to him about how, but I want to talk to you about how first."
Whoakay.
Saga's eyes are a little wide, since she hasn't heard anything, but she'll gesture for him to enter.
"What kind of 'messed up' are we talking?"
Saga's eyes are a little wide, since she hasn't heard anything, but she'll gesture for him to enter.
"What kind of 'messed up' are we talking?"
[It's been two or three days since - everything. Since Arthur tried to trap Edwin, and Jedao found out about it. Maybe one day since Edwin came to Saga about it himself.
Jedao suspected Arthur probably wouldn't say anything about what Jedao did, and even if he didn't, at least deserved not to be hounded about it right away. But after a few days Jedao is pretty sure Saga isn't going to call him out about it, and she seems - like she would. And even though Arthur has forgiven him, and Jedao believes that he has - Jedao knows that wasn't because it didn't matter. Jedao struck a deeper nerve than he meant to - a hazard he should have forseen at this point - and it's certainly not Jedao's place to help with it.
So he calls her. He's not very well going to be a coward about it at Arthur's expense.]
Hello, Agent Anderson?
This is Cho Jedao. We haven't spoken before but I think that we should. I'd like to meet in person, when it's convenient for you.
Jedao suspected Arthur probably wouldn't say anything about what Jedao did, and even if he didn't, at least deserved not to be hounded about it right away. But after a few days Jedao is pretty sure Saga isn't going to call him out about it, and she seems - like she would. And even though Arthur has forgiven him, and Jedao believes that he has - Jedao knows that wasn't because it didn't matter. Jedao struck a deeper nerve than he meant to - a hazard he should have forseen at this point - and it's certainly not Jedao's place to help with it.
So he calls her. He's not very well going to be a coward about it at Arthur's expense.]
Hello, Agent Anderson?
This is Cho Jedao. We haven't spoken before but I think that we should. I'd like to meet in person, when it's convenient for you.
[ Formality. Hm. Let's see where this goes.
It's not that she's suspicious by nature, but most people around here seem to tend towards less formal. She's aware of Jedao, knows enough to know his importance to Edwin just from osmosis and reading the network, and she's actually been interested to meet him for a while given everything she's seen.
First things first: friendly and approachable. ]
You've got her.
And I was hoping you'd have some time for me. Would you care to meet right now? I'm not doing anything at the moment.
It's not that she's suspicious by nature, but most people around here seem to tend towards less formal. She's aware of Jedao, knows enough to know his importance to Edwin just from osmosis and reading the network, and she's actually been interested to meet him for a while given everything she's seen.
First things first: friendly and approachable. ]
You've got her.
And I was hoping you'd have some time for me. Would you care to meet right now? I'm not doing anything at the moment.
That depends entirely on what I'm being congratulated for.
[ Very wry. ]
Good to see you awake, though.
[ Very wry. ]
Good to see you awake, though.
And you know where I live. I can be there whenever. Just let me know when you're coming by.
[Attached to the text is a picture of Saga in the otherworld, though she's ghostly, slightly see through and glowing an ethereal sort of blue.] Hey, just dropping a text in to say thank you, sorry and here you go. The order is important. Photographic proof that Alan thinks the world of you, magic and his brain said so, he can't deny it.
Hope that brightens your day a little. ANYWAYS... How the fuck did you do that? I heard about rock and roll magic, but that was definitely not that. And the only magical deer I can think of off the top of my head is a wendigo and those things are FUCKED so, probably not that.
Hope that brightens your day a little. ANYWAYS... How the fuck did you do that? I heard about rock and roll magic, but that was definitely not that. And the only magical deer I can think of off the top of my head is a wendigo and those things are FUCKED so, probably not that.
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[ She has no idea how she's supposed to take the photograph, though it's absolutely going to be something she brings up with Wake the next time they talk. Maybe with Jesse too, come to think of it. But-
The man is asking a question. All the same, she has questions of her own. ]
Technically, the rock and roll isn't mine, it's my grandfather and his brother's. They have a band.
And deer are...
I like deer. I don't know what you mean, but I do.
[ And wasn't that her neatly avoiding answering anything. Do better, Anderson. ]
How about you tell me a little bit about what happened and I'll tell you some of my experience with something like it.
The man is asking a question. All the same, she has questions of her own. ]
Technically, the rock and roll isn't mine, it's my grandfather and his brother's. They have a band.
And deer are...
I like deer. I don't know what you mean, but I do.
[ And wasn't that her neatly avoiding answering anything. Do better, Anderson. ]
How about you tell me a little bit about what happened and I'll tell you some of my experience with something like it.
He's at her door, knocking politely, almost immediately after the announcements go up. He knows what it means. She'll get a file. Supposedly it will contain all details relevant to his 'rehabilitation.' Presumably that will have information about Project Aegolius. Which means he has to get to her before she reads it. That's how he gets around the impulse to just get the job done. It's logical. If she doesn't read it, he doesn't have to do anything about it.
He hopes she hasn't seen it yet at all.
He hopes she hasn't seen it yet at all.
She's getting a lot of damn use from that safe.
She's not surprised that he showed up, that he showed up immediately, and she's spent the time since she saw the announcement on exactly two things: locking the file in the safe and taking a moment for herself to breathe and work through how she's going to deal with David when he gets here.
It helps that it's pretty damn close to how it was with Arthur, at least at the core.
"Hey, David. Come on in. I'm glad you're here."
She's not surprised that he showed up, that he showed up immediately, and she's spent the time since she saw the announcement on exactly two things: locking the file in the safe and taking a moment for herself to breathe and work through how she's going to deal with David when he gets here.
It helps that it's pretty damn close to how it was with Arthur, at least at the core.
"Hey, David. Come on in. I'm glad you're here."
It's been a few days. He and Saga have made a cautious practice of him revealing information she shouldn't be able to hear in bits and pieces, testing to make sure he doesn't get that particular murdery switch flipped. It seems... all right. It seems like she'll be all right, if she knows.
So they set another meeting, and David wears the best clothes he has available, freshly picked from the wardrobe while Arthur isn't there. Nice slacks, button-up shirt. He doesn't bother with anything fancier than that. It would feel silly.
He already feels a little silly, acting like this is... what, a job interview? Ridiculous. Still, he's in it now, so he knocks.
So they set another meeting, and David wears the best clothes he has available, freshly picked from the wardrobe while Arthur isn't there. Nice slacks, button-up shirt. He doesn't bother with anything fancier than that. It would feel silly.
He already feels a little silly, acting like this is... what, a job interview? Ridiculous. Still, he's in it now, so he knocks.
Saga, on the flip side, is just in her favorite sweater and a pair of jeans and she'll open the door with a warm smile. They've been spending the time together and she while she's been comfortable with him the whole time, she's letting the warmth shine through a little more now.
"Looking sharp." She grins. "Come on in. Want some coffee?"
"Looking sharp." She grins. "Come on in. Want some coffee?"
Already got a second one, huh?
[ His tone is warm, clearly pleased. ]
Congrats.
[ His tone is warm, clearly pleased. ]
Congrats.
[ She sounds very wry. ]
No rest for the wicked, no.
And thanks. I knew him a little before the assignment so... I'm happy with the choice.
No rest for the wicked, no.
And thanks. I knew him a little before the assignment so... I'm happy with the choice.
He feels strangely dazed when he goes looking for Saga. Caleb had said he needed to check in with someone, David confessed the same need, though he doubts for the same reasons. When he finds Saga, there's an unsettled air to him that he can't make calm down. He's not a fan of that. The way it feels like there's something low-simmer-bubbling between his chest and stomach.
"Caleb is here." Yeah, that's the first thing he says when he's close enough to speak.
"Caleb is here." Yeah, that's the first thing he says when he's close enough to speak.
She'd seen Caleb; the file had had pictures, for one, and for another, she'd seen the similarities and the differences, the way he moved and the way he patrolled, something in the body language that tipped her off. She had known this moment would come. Watching him, how unsettled he is, the edge of that pot lid-
"I saw him," she says carefully, watching, "Sit with me?"
"I saw him," she says carefully, watching, "Sit with me?"
So your profiling. How's the range on that?
[ That's a breath OUT. ]
No known 'range.' I was able to reach Wake while he was in the Dark Place.
And I don't know where Door is. But I got something there too, when I tried.
I'm assuming this is about the Admiral?
No known 'range.' I was able to reach Wake while he was in the Dark Place.
And I don't know where Door is. But I got something there too, when I tried.
I'm assuming this is about the Admiral?
Hi, Saga. It's Matt. Jesse's inmate? I have a question for you.
I do know who you are, Matt. Completely independent of Jesse, even.
What can I do for you?
What can I do for you?
On the back of the clearly hand-drawn card, he has printed the date (Dec 28) and time, as well as the location - the Enclosure.
[ Both of them will get- ]
I'll be there. Formal dress?
I'll be there. Formal dress?
Salve, signora.
I am Iago. Perhaps we should meet in person, seeing as the Admiral was so kind as to put us together?
I am Iago. Perhaps we should meet in person, seeing as the Admiral was so kind as to put us together?
[ His file is already in the safe. She doesn't know if he's going to be one of the ones who needs that or whether it'll be more like David, where they go through it early. Either way, it's going to be something they decide together, though she can't help but feel slightly uneasy about the fact that she might know his story. She read it in high school. And, well... it presents a few challenges right off the bat. ]
I was just about to message you the same thing. Would you like to come talk in my cabin, or would you prefer someplace more neutral, like a room in the library?
I was just about to message you the same thing. Would you like to come talk in my cabin, or would you prefer someplace more neutral, like a room in the library?
[ Saga didn't tell Matt what happened to her, but that didn't stop him from finding out. He hears pretty much everything, after all, if it's not spoken about inside of cabins. So the word about her recovery reaches his ears accidentally, and he debates leaving it, but, hey. Dying's pretty shitty and they're walking a fine-enough-line that he figures he can stop by.
So he does, gently rapping his knuckles against the door of her cabin. ]
Hey, it's Matt.
So he does, gently rapping his knuckles against the door of her cabin. ]
Hey, it's Matt.
[ He'll get a message on his communicator- ]
Door's open. Come on in.
Door's open. Come on in.
[Aerith is at least chuckling a little as she calls so...maybe no harm?]
You've got your work cut out with him Saga. He's a slippery one.
You've got your work cut out with him Saga. He's a slippery one.
He's definitely one where I know exactly why I got assigned to him.
Whether I like it or not.
Whether I like it or not.
Iago continues to be petulant and silent, but he turns to wait for Saga anyway.
He is grateful, in his way.
He is grateful, in his way.
She'll follow along behind him.
"You up for a debrief or want to head out?"
"You up for a debrief or want to head out?"
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