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Who: Apollo and Whoever
Broadcast: Just some SHOUTING but yes
Action: Y; newbie on board the Marsiva
When: Sept 8th? At Some Point^TM

A
[One lawyer is jerking awake with a start in the Hospitality Bunker. His eyes dart around as his mind tries to catch up and figure out what he was last doing. The case is over, right? Is he late for Starbuck's launch? Wait no, that already happened. Right? Right. Crap, did he black out again from his wounds--?

He reaches down, touching his arms and patting his chest. Well, dang. There's scarring from the blast, and he's still sore as hell, but nothing seems to be in danger of reopening and bleeding out again. . .huh.]

. . .Did Trucy and Athena knock me out to put me on bedrest? That seems like something they would do.

[He frowns at the thought. But why would they send him back to the hospital in a nice clean suit?? Weird.

He sits there mulling over scenarios and possibilities, trying to figure out what he was last doing as the overhead speaker drones on and on about game shows this, reality shows that, blah blah blah. . .it's making concentrating a bit hard. Eventually Apollo snaps, unable to hear himself think, and he exclaims to no one in particular--]

OBJECTION!!

[--hopefully that doesn't draw too much attention.]

B
[LAWYER IS UP AND EXPLORING THE DECK. . .somewhat. As soon as he passes one of the wide windows on the ship and stares into the void that is space, Apollo nearly goes as white as his blouse and threatens to faint. Or throw up. Maybe both!! Maybe you just find him passed out face first on the floor. The possibilities are endless.]

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[Apollo flinches when Clay lowers his head, at first. He's seen way too many witness breakdowns lately, and he braces himself for the worst!! . . .but no, Clay's just laughing. And eventually, it's that genuine laugh he knows and loves. And once again, it's contagious, but at least not quite as manic as they both were before.]

Hahaha! I know you're fine, I am too!! That's what I've been saying all along.

[He trails off with a chuckle, and for a few moments, just stares somewhat, full of nostalgia.

He really wouldn't mind if this was just a dream, even if it's been nearly pretty much proven otherwise.]

I'm.

I'm really glad to see you, Clay. Maybe this won't be so bad after all.

[He trails off with a chuckle as well, wiping at his face to get all the evidence of crying and residual tears off, then looks back at him with a big smile. Just like back then, Apollo pulled him right out of the dark place he'd fallen into. Just like old times.]

I'm really glad, too. I mean, I still don't think you'll like it very much, but...

[But. Apollo being brought here is really the only time he could see his best friend now. He can't go back home, so this is... his last chance here.]

Hey, um. When you get sorted to a ship, tell me which one? I want to really see you.

Ahaha. Oh, I'm sure I'll hate it. But I hate lots of things. . .doesn't mean I won't warm up to it.

[Despite circumstances, at least he's still as blunt as ever. But at least he's admitting to giving it a chance. Mostly because he has no choice.

A pause at Clay' request. Seeing Clay like this is more than anything he could have ever hoped or dreamed for, and quite frankly, it's enough. But he could actually see his bud in the flesh, actually face to face? Just as he thought he had accepted things and moved on, just after he'd properly avenged him.

But saying no now--that would seem weird, right? After he'd said everything was fine. . .

It WILL be fine. . .right?, he tries to reassure himself. He gives something of a half nod.]

Er. . .sure. That's fine! But um, are you sure? You've been through a lot.

[He lets out another chuckle at that, sounding a bit relieved, but also with humored exasperation.]

Pollo, this is going to sound really weird, but I haven't seen you in a year and a half.

[So um, yeah. He's sure. He's very sure. He'd like to see Apollo right now, but well. Him being on the Marsiva, he can't do that.]

A. . .a year and a half?!?!

[He nearly falls backward from the screen. Okay, guess he is really going to have to toss logic out the window in this place!]

I-it definitely hasn't been that long for me! I mean, long enough, but. . .[Aaah AAAAH. He's not sure if he's ready for this, but then again, who is he to deny a dying--er, dead--man's request, especially that of his best friend?]

I really don't get how this place works. . .but. F-fine. Eheh, that's fine. I'll contact you as soon as I'm. . .uh, not here.

[Clay can't help laughing at Apollo's reaction - that was priceless. Apollo, all logic, is here in a place where logic practically has no place. Clay too had to learn to throw that out the window, and now it's Apollo's turn.

Moreover...]

Yeah! Contact me as soon as...

[...]

As soon as you're ready.

. . .

[No getting anything by him, it seems. A light laugh, and he nods.]

Alright, fine! If I faint again and this is all still real when I wake up, I'll be sure to let you know when I'm on a new ship. Thanks, Clay.

See you later, Pollo!

[And with that, Clay turns off the feed, stares at it for a little while... then lets out a big sigh as he falls back to his bed, fingers threaded through his hair while he stares up at the ceiling.

He's got a lot to think about.]