Mohinder Suresh ☤ [Text]

[splice_of_life]

[Smart phones this advanced are not something Mohinder is use to. Luckily, he's a child of the information and technology age and figuring out the more or less intuitive operating system of the device in his hand is not at all difficult. Thumbing along the touch screen, and bypassing the entertainment sections (films and books on a mobile? How remarkable!), Mohinder comes across what looks to be an electronic bulletin or message board. At least, that's the closest approximation he can make for the network. Perhaps it's similar to the listserv his University uses? Either way he has every intention to check into it later, after he leaves this post:]

My name is Mohinder Suresh. I seem to be unable to contact anyone I know using this device, as it it does not seem to be connected to a cellular network. This might sound ridiculous, but could someone tell me where I am?

[Mohinder is not known for making sound life decisions, but he'd rather think he is lost and this really is some sort of odd American hospital than going mad. He hits the send button and glances around again the hallway he's paused in.  Nothing looks like a hospital around here at all. 'Going mad,' unfortunately, seems to be what's happening after all.]

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[splice_of_life]

[Mohinder blinks at the reply, not in text at all. It takes a moment for him to reply. There's not doubt the British accent to his voice. Nor the fear.]

To be perfectly honest with you, I'd rather hoped it to be a trick.

[ryuuzaki]

I think that's a common reaction.

Where are you from, Mr. Suresh? Where should you be?

[splice_of_life]

[Perhaps a little paranoid, and understandably so, Mohinder is quiet for a moment. He's still disoriented. His memories have not returned completely yet.]

I was... I was with a man named Zane Taylor. We were planning on visiting... Montana I believe.

[ryuuzaki]

What was the year? And why Montana?

[He is able to pull back, just, from emphasizing the last word. Montana would be a good place to hide, but other than that, it would take something big for the state to draw his own interest. The fact that someone who clearly isn't from the United States would want to go there might be worth discussing. And the mention of a cellular network -- the expectation of one -- suggests at least the late 1990s, but that could be open-ended.]

[splice_of_life]

2006. [That one is easy.] Montana...

[Why Montana... That's a bit more difficult. Mohinder presses his fingers against his temples and rubs as if trying to stimulate his own thought process.]

We were going to visit someone.

[Someone with...]

Not a friend. A potential colleague. I think something might be wrong with me.

[ryuuzaki]

A colleague...?

[After a beat, he adds,]

The effects of the jump are never pleasant, but the severity should decrease over time. [But you should be over that by now, shouldn't you?] Could it be something else?

[splice_of_life]

[Colleague doesn't actually sound right, but it's hopeful that Dale might join them in the quest for others like him and Zane. Mohinder doesn't realize that Dale is a woman or what her power might be, just that there is one to discover.]

I should hope not, though--

I'm not a neurosurgeon.

[ryuuzaki]

That makes two of us.

There is a medical area here, near where you woke up.

[2006... that's two years later than anything in his experience, but only two.]

It probably won't be what you're used to in terms of the style of care, but they've been able to patch up most of the smaller things that can happen here.

Are you some other kind of surgeon?

[With colleagues you travel to Montana to visit?]

[splice_of_life]

No. I'm a geneticist. A bit less surgery involved with that.

[His smile is coming through at least. He's always been more of less decent with calming himself. Perhaps that's his mother's influence. ]

I'm not so sure I should wander. This place is a tad confusing.

[ryuuzaki]

I see. I believe there are several other geneticists on board.

It's probably true that wandering isn't a good idea, at least until you get the lay of the land. Someone from Security might be willing to escort you, if you need help. What do you think might be wrong?

[splice_of_life]

Security? That sounds just a tad ominous.

[ryuuzaki]

I understand.

In this scenario, they're usually a little more like a safety patrol. Parts of this ship aren't safe, and it's possible to get lost even if you know exactly where you're going.

Can you defend yourself?