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[eversohandsome]

[Ataraxion, if you wanted a getaway driver from the streets of gangland, mobster-run London... well, you’ve got one now regardless.

Bob should probably be reacting with something a little more up the ‘fucking hell’ end of the scale, but he feels a bit sick and like he’s spent the last few days on a massive bender. More than that, he feels like his brain has been gathering dust, slow and sluggish where he’s expecting it to work a bit faster.

Everything seems to be just a little bit out of his reach, like thinking harder and trying to recall how he got in a weird looking pod thing with no clothes except his boxers... well, there’s kinky fucking shit and then there’s that. But even thinking as hard as he can manage despite the headache isn’t really getting him anywhere, the only thing he has managed is working out the new tattoo on his arm is a number that corresponds to a locker. And in that locker he found a jumpsuit, his lighter, chewing gum, his watch (now broken) and a car air freshener which all get shoved into the pocket of the outfit that makes him think of Formula 1 racing. At least he’s not mostly naked anymore?

But all of this culminates into the message he finally broadcasts to the network, unfiltered and unsecured. Anybody can find this if they’re looking...]

Think I might’ve fucked up somewhere back at Battersea. I... don’t exactly remember. Little help?

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[cognitive]

[ oh well ok ]

if you fucked up, then we all did. you okay?

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[eversohandsome]

yeah just don't remember drinking that much. usually I half remember how I got lost

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[cognitive]

you don't remember because you're not lost.

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[eversohandsome]

last time I checked space didn't have a london postcode mate

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[constructum]

[ oh look, someone she knows. she may be slightly groggy. but hey, she can still recognize that face, right? ]

I'm not sure what happened. [ yes, she looks slightly scared here. and she obviously sounds it. (sorry bob) ]

You okay?

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[eversohandsome]

[See, Bob here is just going to assume you're being nice and friendly. It's why he doesn't think it weird that there's a girl he's never seen before asking him if he's okay.]

Yeah, yeah. 'course. You alright?

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[constructum]

[ a small nod, squinting a moment into the screen. you seem sorta different - but whatever, things aren't like they seem, right? ]

I'm fine. [ well as much as one can be. ]

What's Battersea? [ she is pretty sure, she didn’t hear eames mention that before. ]

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[eversohandsome]

Battersea? Place in London. You never been to London before?

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[goingsilent]

[ The unexpected silver lining to the jump and accompanying disorientation and goo: a sudden influx of good-looking strangers in need of assistance. ]

Let's start with the easiest part: you're a long way from home.

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[eversohandsome]

[Unlike some of the other people who have just appeared from the grav couches, Bob actually had a welcoming committee in the shape of one Doctor. It makes the news that he's very fucking far from home easier to bear the second time around. But only just.]

Yeah. Heard that part. Bit of a fuck-up, really. Or not. Dunno. Nobody has a fucking clue how anyone got here, far as I can tell.

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[goingsilent]

[ Kasumi can deal with disorientation when necessary, but it's sort of nice that someone else has already managed that part. ]

There's a having a clue and then there's having a clue. We've got a few working theories floating around, but I mostly leave that to our brigade of brainy scientists to deal with. Too much metaphysics for me.

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[romanticism]

[ Oxford is faintly delighted by the mentions of home, and simultaneously a little wistful. All the same, one cannot let a handsome face from home wander by without an introduction. Strange how Oxford suddenly finds it in himself to be a helpful individual, isn't it... ]

Oh, we are a long, long way from Battersea, I'm afraid. [ He smiles in a somewhat rueful and resigned manner, propping up his chin in his hand. ] Not even a fledgling cabbie could go so spectacularly wrong.

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[eversohandsome]

[Now, Bob's not exactly a shallow individual. He's talented at seeing the good in most people and that little humanitarian streak he's got in him gives him far more depth than most people would ever give him credit for on first sight. But the view that fills the screen of his communicator pretends to be nothing but quite visible appreciation of looks and sound alone. The accent is one that, despite where he's from, is actually more of a comfort than anything. Anyone who can talk to him about Battersea right now is fucking golden.

It's just lucky for the new face on the device he's cradling in one hand that he's had a few things explained to him. Though the wrong turn at Battersea seems like a better pick-up line. His smile is easy, eyes sparkling all sorts of colours with amusement despite the very particular kind of light he's bathed in.]

Think I'd be pretty fucking impressed a tenner got me from Battersea to here if I thought it was a cabbie, mate. [His smile shifts slightly into a grin, one that says all sorts of things, not least: keep talking.]

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[romanticism]

[ Ah, you see, Oxford is terribly shallow, though if it's any consolation a bit of witty banter will get you everywhere with him, regardless of what you look like. All the same, it's hard not to feel somewhat charmed by someone whose introduction to the network is about fucking up directions or the like in Battersea. ]

A tenner? [ Oxford smiles - practically grins - and raises his brows a little. ] One can hardly get themselves a mile through London on a tenner these days, not with those extortionate fares that are charged nowadays. All the same, better than taking the tube in my personal opinion.

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[addictive]

[ Don't worry, Bob. This precious platinum blonde, gutterpunk guardian angel is here to look after you! Okay, not really, he's more here to troll you, but at least he's got a goofy little smile to go along with it? ]

Totally in space! [ Mouse chirps, his eyes large and earnest as he nods. ]

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[eversohandsome]

[And thankfully for Bob, somebody has already broken that news to him. So he doesn't think this kid is a little stoner at that proclamation. Grins like that are bordering on infectious though, situation ignored, and he can't help but start to grin in return.]

Yeah, cheers, mate. Someone already took me through that bit. Bit of a headfuck, if you ask me. ...are you new?

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[target]

[... Oh fuck. The Brits too? This just keeps getting better and better.]

if you find that help, send it this way too

if there's any more shit about a spaceship though, keep it

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[eversohandsome]

heard a thing or two. don't sound like you're interested in what I know though

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[target]

depends. you buying in to that space crap?

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[consulting]

[ Sherlock's been analyzing your movements in the video Bob. Studying the way you move and carry yourself with utmost precision. ]

Gay.

[The words are quick, obviously his mouth moved before his brain did. He really hopes you didn't hear that. He coughs quickly. ]

I mean - hey.

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[the_vishual]

Sherlock!

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[consulting]

It slipped. Sometimes the obvious does that.

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[eversohandsome]

[It's not that Bob's arrogant enough to think that he could have anyone. Truthfully, he probably could pull most people if he puts his mind and charm to it. The man he's looking at, the bloke he's sure just did a piss-poor job of covering up what he really said, doesn't look familiar. It's why he looks fleetingly confused as to how the hell he knows. Usually, the only people who do know are men he's fucked on the quiet.]

Alright? [There's a moment of awkward discomfort, rare because Bob usually takes most things in his stride. But there's nothing that pushes him off course for too long, and despite the greeting the corners of his lips turn upwards slightly.]

You can call me Bob instead if you want, mate.

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[consulting]

[ Oh well, freudian slip. Sometimes these deductions just come out, he really for the most part didn't mean that one. He's just got a pretty good gaydar, and you've blipped in it. At first he thought it was Eames, in which he would have simply summarized that to: bi? Possibly? The other one was harder to tell. And with the meeting of another person who shared Tony Stark's face - it was no difficult leap to assume - Bob was a different person. He notes the moment of discomfort. He presses the tips of his fingers together. ]

- Fine. It's fine you know, nothing wrong about it.

Sherlock.

[not here]

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[ huh, well, now that is something to think about. ]