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[redatheart]

Who: Sayid Jarrah
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Bishop
When: Post-Shuffle

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[He'd only had a short time aboard the Marsiva before he found himself transported yet again, this time onto the bridge of a much smaller, less immaculate ship. Not long enough to figure out what was going on, not even long enough to browse the network.

Sayid's new shipmates will therefore find their newest member seated at the comm station, pretty much ignoring his celebratory pudding. (Someone else can eat it, if they want.) Perhaps somewhat notably, he's dressed in clothing that could reasonably be described as archaic - leather armor over simple clothing - and yet he doesn't seem awed or confused by the technology. Even with the augment, he seems pretty damn sure about what he's doing.]

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[So yeah, there's this guy in fancy leather armor on screen. His arms are crossed over his chest, the look on his face is faintly annoyed, but he's calm and collected.]

I'm starting to worry that these kidnapping situations are going to become routine for me.

[Okay, but no that frustration isn't helpful, and he needs answers more than he needs to gripe.]

I'd like to know if there's anything expected of us here - other than to be amusing - or if we're otherwise allowed to live our lives unbothered. Our lives such as they are, anyway.

[Because, you know, the last time he was unexpectedly yanked from one place to another, there were games and dying and a lot of trauma. It'd be nice if that weren't repeated.]

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[robitussin]

[Given what he mentioned about kidnappings, she's assuming he remembers, and so—]

oh hey you're that guy from ometotchjhzdf whatever

also yeah you're free to chill

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[redatheart]

[...He was not expecting any mention of Kyriakos. That's...odd. And implausible.]

Ometotchtli, yes.

Who is this?

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[robitussin]

opal, henwen (formerly for now i guess)

there's a bunch of us here it's weird

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[noprophecies]

[she knows that armor. She bought that armor for -

Oh.

Oh.

Not seen on screen: Tempest scrambling with her device, knocking it off the bed and cursing at it until she nearly falls off the bed to grab it. Then it's a matter of pushing the right buttons with shaky hands until she finds the video option]

—you're bloody late!

[that's it, that's all she can think of to blurt out]

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[redatheart]

[This...this is a surprise. He'd already resigned himself to months, years, a life without Tempest. Living without her for a while, at least.

And yet, there's his girlfriend, on the screen.

...Scolding him.]

Aurae...

[The fact that her real name slips out should be indication enough of how shocked he is to see her. Though a few seconds later he looks a little chagrined. Public network and all.]

Late how, exactly? Which ship are you on?

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[noprophecies]

I didn't—that isn't what I meant to say, I don't know what I meant.

[other than I've missed you terribly. You know she's fumbling for some train of thought when she starts rambling. But there's movement as she jumps off her bed and dances over her plants to head for her door]

I'm on the Goldstone, which ship are you on?

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[tough_love]

[He'd hear- and eventually feel- a faint thumping of footsteps as the ship's resident "civilian" joined him on the bridge. His armor didn't go unnoticed, and while she had serious doubts about its effectiveness- especially compared to her own- it does get him honorary peer status right out the gate. She can respect another warrior, even a tiny human one.]

You're taking this well, human. Especially with how often the Atroma target your kind for this game.

[Yeah, she'd noticed. Though humans seemed to be the largest group targeted in the last cross-universe kidnapping ploy she'd been dragged into, too. Despite her size, she was doing what she could to avoid being overly menacing, choosing to keep a distance between them- as best she could anyway, given the cramped confines of the ship.]

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[redatheart]

[...Ah. By the time Looma is on the bridge, Sayid is already alert, looking in the direction of the entryway. She's entirely different from whatever he was expecting, but it's not like he's not trained to read body language. He can tell that she's trying not to come off as too intimidating.]

Unfortunately, this is not my first time being forced to adapt to improbable circumstances. I've learned that panicking does very little.

[Also the soldier thing. Grace under fire.]

[tough_love]

If only everyone shared that understanding. The galaxy would be better for it.

[Her default approach was pretty much "go down swinging" whenever something unexpectedly awful happened, so it's really no surprise she doesn't like people who do the other thing. The panicky, try-to-run-away thing.]

Have you made yourself familiar with the ship?

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[axiomed]

[ He couldn't believe it. ]

A — Ampere?

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[redatheart]

[There are a lot of people from Kyriakos....Sayid blinks, but then smiles very faintly.]

I go by Sayid now. Or, rather, again. Finally.

[Since he had an issue with the name for a really long time. He's over that now, mostly thanks to Tempest. Anyway, he's assuming Charles at least knew about the struggle.]

It's good to see you, Miles. Or do you prefer Charles?

[He's known his real name for a while, since a memory share with Erik during a game.]

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[axiomed]

[ His expression softens. It's been a long time since Kyriakos. Ten years for Charles. ]

Charles is fine. How — how have you been?

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[goodandtrue]

There will be some moments when it seems your life is disrupted. Sometimes our augments react strangely or we are attacked, but there is always a time of quiet where you forget what is happening and why we are here.

You will fall into a routine eventually.

[redatheart]

[He looks faintly skeptical at her claim, though not unfriendly.]

I'm not sure I could ever forget. Attacked by whom?

[goodandtrue]

Forgive me, poor choice of words. You will be unbothered mostly.

I...can't say exactly. I think the term was raiders?

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[lord_wizard]

I suppose that depends on what you find especially bothersome.

[There's something both casually flippant and detached about the statement, the way he says it, possibly because his eyes and half on something out of frame. Though Sayid can't see it, a book in his lap]

[redatheart]

[Because of Felix's casual air, Sayid ends up raising his eyebrows and matching it slightly.]

Ah. Death, torture, emotional distress. Among other things, but those seem the most pressing.

[lord_wizard]

[Felix turns his full attention to the camera, though the expression doesn't change much.]

Well...there has been only one death of which I am aware, and more a matter of happenstance than anything obviously engineered by our captors. They are rather hands-off in their management. And I suppose if you consider large spans of monotony torturous, that may be a concern.

[Notably, he leaves off the last example.]

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[youdontneedapictureofme]

No, I'm pretty sure we're supposed to just be amusing. Or possibly nearly die. That happens a lot too. There doesn't seem to be an in between.

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[redatheart]

Those things would appear to be at opposite ends of a very large spectrum. Do you find that difficult?

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[youdontneedapictureofme]

What? Knowing which end of the spectrum we'll be on at any given moment? Not too difficult but still jarring. You?

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[recipio]

I think we can pretty much live our lives. Until shit hits the fan- like when raiders attack us, or something.

[ Sayid, you've been in kidnapping situations before, this should be a cake walk, right? ]

Mostly it's just planet-ship-space on repeat.

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[redatheart]

[Relative to the Island and his last game, probably yes.]

That's comforting, I suppose. Aside from the possibility of being attacked. Is that a common occurrence?

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[universal_charm]

Define 'unbothered'.

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[redatheart]

The last place I was in, which I suspect this is similar to, we were forced into participating in competitions on an almost daily basis. Some were benign. Many were not.

[The look on his face when he talks about the latter is not..the most pleased.]