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[redhotsummers]

[Alex has decided that until he found a better way to deal with this, he has to use video on this network. Otherwise, no one was going to be able to tell him and the other Alex apart. At least--for now.]

Look, I apologize in advance for the lack of filters on this message. The technology here is a bit more than I'm used to; still trying to get the hang of it.

[If someone wants to teach him, by all means.

Letting out a breath, he works his jaw slightly, again taking time to phrase out his words. Calling people out on the network is always a gamble, and as he hasn't learned how to sort through the system yet, he isn't even sure if these people are here. But hey--it's worth a shot.]

First off--if anyone knows a guy named Eames, Arthur, or a girl named Ariadne [He thinks that was her name] I'd appreciate if you or they got in touch with me. I got some information that might interest them.

[He shifts in his seat, leaning forward slightly.]

I was wondering if there are any sparring groups set up on board already? Working out by myself is fine, but I'd rather have someone to go up against if possible.

[And then the big question; the one that's been bothering him since he arrived here. He hates talking so much as it is (when half the people aren't really going to give a shit, at least), but this one was probably the most important.]

And... does anyone know if there is a secure bunker on board? Like 'survive a nuclear explosion' secure.

[He needed somewhere to practice his powers, damn it, without blowing a hole in the hull.]

So uh..that's it. Thanks, or whatever.

[And he shuts the feed down.]

Comments

[ private / audio ]

[signatures]

Have you something to hide?

[ private / audio ]

[redhotsummers]

No. I'm just not stupid.

[ private / audio ]

[signatures]

You know, I think my mother once warned me of something like that.

But all right. Where do you want to meet?

[ private / audio ]

[redhotsummers]

I'd say kitchen.

[You aren't going to see his room, got it?]

[ private / audio ]

[signatures]

[ How disappointing!! ]

If we go between mealtimes, I'm sure there will be less foot traffic.

[ private / audio ]

[redhotsummers]

[You didn't ask nicely ;)]

You think it's smart being alone with me?

[It's a joke, really. Maybe.]

[ private / audio ]

[signatures]

If you wanted to kill me, I don't think you'd publicly call me out on the internet.

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[redhotsummers]

A psychopath would.

[ private / audio ]

[signatures]

I'll take my chances.

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[redhotsummers]

Fair enough.

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[signatures]

Around five pm, then?

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[redhotsummers]

That will work for me, sure.

[ private / audio ]

[signatures]

I'll assume you know what I look like.

go to action on next?

[redhotsummers]

I do. Unless you decided to shift on me.

action!

[signatures]

[ Eames doesn't respond, but at the designated time, he's present in the kitchen fifteen minutes earlier than decided. It's not that he makes a point about being extra prompt on things, but he's restless - his memory is back to as it should be, supposedly, but here's another hole and this time without any feeling to accompany it. He feels nothing toward the boy other than curiosity and slight alarm that comes from being known without knowing - especially about things as downplayed as what he does in the business. He's well known for sake of employment, so what does that make Alex, a jockey?

In the meantime, Eames finds himself something of sustenance while he's in the kitchen regardless. Dream or otherwise - though the troupe on a whole seems to be much convinced of the former - he's hungry, and he might as well help himself. ]

[redhotsummers]

[Alex leaves Bozo behind for once; dealing with this situation could get messy, and he doesn't want the cat distracting him.

Walking into the room, he sees the familiar figure of Eames; he doesn't look any different from how he remembered. It is both reassuring and painful, in some ways. The man had helped him come into his own in Promenade. He couldn't be relied on to remember that, Alex knew.

Didn't mean that he isn't upset about it, a bit. Not that he'll let it show.]

Um...hey.

[signatures]

[ It's easy to recognise Alex from the video, but there's no other sensation that he ought to know this person. He peers at the boy over the rim of his cup of juice before setting it down, waggling his fingers a bit in greeting. ]

Private enough for you, then?

[redhotsummers]

Yeah--it will do.

[Alex gives a slight shrug, moving to find that bottle of vodka he found last time. He trust Eames enough (even if this one doesn't know him), not to worry about him doing anything to him.]

You doin' okay? I know It isn't every day that someone like me shows up.

[signatures]

[ The question catches him a bit offguard - Eames doesn't think anyone has actually asked him that question while here. ]

It's also not every day I wake up with something jammed down my throat and encased in watery hair gel, [ he quips lightly, watching the younger boy. ] But I'm all right.

[ Dream or not, he could be worse. ]

[redhotsummers]

Well from what I've heard, we're going to have to get used to it.

[He snorts, crouching as he pulls open a cabinet door. Ahh--there it was. Pulling out the bottle, he put it on the counter, before fishing out two glasses.]

Want a drink?

[signatures]

I'm hoping to get off this boat before that happens again.

[ He glances toward the bottle, quirking a brow. He looks a little young for vodka straight, isn't it. Still, Eames could very well use a drink, even if hard liquors aren't his usual fancy. ] Might as well. Just a third of the glass, if you will.

[redhotsummers]

Considering people have been here for what, six months now?

I don't see that happening.

[Alex sighs, moving to pour them both drinks, handing a glass over to Eames when he's done.]

[signatures]

Then you have a very narrow imagination, if you think a man must change his surroundings by sixth months.

[ He has a point, though, and eames accepts the drink with a short nod, bringing the glass to his lips for a short sip. ] So. You knew me once, is it. And we must have been close, hearing stories.

[redhotsummers]

No, I'm just being realistic.

[He snorts, giving a nod.]

Yeah. Like I said--I lived with you.

[signatures]

[ Eames watches his for a moment - it's different hearing it over audio and watching a video rather than seeing it in person, the very reason he asked for confirmation again at all. It's bizarre, Alex doesn't appear like he's lying, and what purpose would he have to lie? To create a false relationship based on trust? Even Eames isn't so easy for it, regardless of what anyone says to him that might have occured in a space he no longer remembers. ]

In a dream.

Doesn't make for the most genuine of friendships, does it? Temporary exchanges.