( 001 ❱❱ VIDEO )

[coarse]

[The device clicks on the video recorder to reveal a pale man, tired but fully aware. There's always a sense of restlessness and a weight in his eyes that not even the technology of this ship could rid him of, but his current situation doesn't quite invite a lighthearted mood to begin with, does it.

He's been lost, confused for someone else, drifted away from the crowds and dealt with a headache he couldn't control, all the while trying to place a name on the idea that there was someone he was missing. Several hours later Bass has checked the network and tried to use his abilities to make sense of this situation and find out what happened to that someone -- Bonnie.

The tone is deliberately careful and his sentences slow.]

I need to know why we're here. The prophet couldn't do this. The sulfurs couldn't do this, either. [Way too fucking elaborate for a problem that could've been solved by just shooting him in the head.] So I need to know what you want, and I need to know what you did to my sister.

More importantly, I need to know that she's okay. [A beat. Suddenly he doesn't sound so careful anymore, tension growing in his voice.] Because if she's not, you're going to be in very, very deep shit.

[Silence. Having said that, Bass takes on a new expression, brows knitting only slightly, message carrying a much more personal purpose.]

Bonnie, if you can see this -- just say something. [She should know what he means: Call for me, even if it's just in your thoughts.] I'll find you.

[Click.]

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[lawofmotion]

[A guy reaching out for his missing sister - Brendan can't in all good conscience just skip over this message without at least offering his help even if it's refused. People get crazy when it's their family on the line and it's something he can understand, something he isn't questioning.]

There's a lot of disoriented people around right now. I'm sure wherever your sister is, she's okay. Do you need some help looking?

[coarse]

You know your way around here?

[Neither a yes nor a no. He's nowhere near predisposed to trust anyone, but... they can still be useful.]

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No, I just got here myself. [Which he realizes isn't that helpful, but the willingness to put himself out is there. There's nothing more important than family.]

Offer's there if you need it.

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[coarse]

... Thanks. [Still not entirely convinced, even if there's nothing particularly defensive about his tone just yet.] What's your name?

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[lawofmotion]

Brendan. My name's Brendan.

[He's open and honest about that because what's the point pretending like it's some big secret? They all have these numbers tattooed into their arms now. He figures it's because someone somewhere has a list of all these IDs.]

Have you tried asking around to see if anybody's got a roster of who has what ID number?

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[coarse]

... I haven't. [beat.] Someone talked about who's in charge of this place?

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[lawofmotion]

I keep hearing the name Ward. Unofficially it's a guy called Kirk.

Personally, I'd start with Kirk. The Ward guy sounds like he doesn't make many personal appearances so you could be waiting a while for that information.

[coarse]

Kirk. Got it. [If that's the case, he should start worrying about whether they've got his real name or not.] Are you here alone?

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No. My brother's already here - a guy called Tommy. You'd remember him if you met him.

[ And Brendan really is just focusing on the fact he does have his brother here, even if the rest of his family is nowhere to be found. He hopes that at least means that Tess and the girls are still safe. ]

[coarse]

Why did they take the two of you?

[A blunt question, only because he's trying to piece things together. He wants to know if something apparently so complex has dropped them into a coincidence or if it's building a pattern to ensure a purpose.]