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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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[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

[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]

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

Ometotchtli, yes.

Who is this?

opal, henwen (formerly for now i guess)

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

[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?

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?

Ah, I remember you.

That's strange. And possibly disturbing.

[What if there's a connection to the Echoes....]

it's definitely strange

why disturbing though

[He'd tell her she doesn't need to be in such a hurry except...he kind of wants to see her, to make sure she's real.]

I'm on the Bishop, apparently.

["You're late", as if she's been waiting for him, but....]

How long have you been here, Tempest?

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[its a ship she's never been on before, but oh well, she's going to see him and nothing is going to stop her]

I'll come to you, then.

[she shoots him a faintly amused look, though, when he switches back to her nickname] Long enough.

[. . . so . . . a while]

[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.]

Edited 2017-03-15 07:03 (UTC)

[ He couldn't believe it. ]

A — Ampere?

[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.]

One possible reason could be a link back to the Echoes.

[Look, her name slipped out in the heat of the moment, but he's usually more careful than that. Her look gets an answering look. For a couple seconds.

He picks up on that, and would tell her that "long enough" isn't a precise answer but...you know what, it can wait.]

I'll see you soon.

Mmm, I will be there shortly.

[and she means that, too; as soon as she disconnects she's practically running the rest of the way to the shuttles. Thankfully shuttles between ships aren't very long trips - and despite her mostly aversion to the tech here, this is one thing she's mastered.

Soon enough she's docking in the bay of the Bishop and stepping out, barely waiting for the door to open completely. It dawns on her that maybe she should have asked him to meet her in the shuttle bay, but details. She'll search the whole damn ship if she has to]

let's not talk about them that's a bad idea

also i kind of doubt it i've been here for over a year and haven't seen them around at all

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

Charles is fine. How — how have you been?

[...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.]

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.

[Luckily, her boyfriend is smart. Once they disconnect, he leaves the bridge immediately. Of course, he has no doubt that Tempest could find her way to him once she arrives, but he'd like to be there to greet her as soon as she gets off the shuttle.

He's not absolutely sure of the ship's layout, of course, but there's only so much ship and he's a smart man. In all likelihood, around the time she docks with the Bishop, he's found his way to where he needs to be.

Seeing her, Sayid moves forward quickly, reaching for her hand and pulling her in for a kiss.]

...Ah. Perhaps you're right.

[He hasn't entirely adjusted to the idea that people are watching this, but as soon as she says that, he picks up the implication.]

Well, I certainly hope I'm wrong. Although it still leaves me wondering why there are so many of us, then.]

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[she barely has a "I missed—" out before he's suddenly kissing her, but that isn't a complaint. She throws her arms around him tightly, clinging as though he may disappear the moment she closes her eyes. And who knows, maybe he will, for all that she trusts the Atroma not to screw her over.

As though making sure that won't happen, a hand eventually wiggles its way into his hair, as if yes, that will help keep him there]

i mean it kind of makes sense when you think about it? if this like an interdimensional reality tv show then they'd probably be looking for people with unique backgrounds to keep things entertaining

kyriakos is about as "unique" as you can get

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]

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