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a couple nights

[greatoldjohn]

[ a couple nights after this ]

It takes a couple of nights before he feels David fall asleep. Then, it's just a matter of setting up a small dream for the two of them to talk in.

He'd promised, of course, that he wouldn't pry and he won't. If there's one thing that John knows better than anyone, it's the value of privacy. That's why he sets things in his own cabin, in the lounge, and will gently tug David in once he's fully asleep.

"Hello."

Re: a couple nights

[hostileterritory]

He--

How did he--

He was going to bed.

"Where am I?" A pause, and then with a quiet animation that's been missing from most of their interactions, he corrects himself. "Sorry, I know where I am, I assume it's your cabin, I just... wasn't here a moment ago."

Or dressed the way he's dressed, come to think of it.

audio - pairing day

[anti_altruisms]

David Collins.

I’m Archer, and I’ve been assigned to you for this month. At your convenience, I’d like to meet.

[hostileterritory]

Yes, sir. Where would you like to do this?

after pairings are announced

[makethestory]

[ She sounds pretty pleased. Not with herself, just... pleased. She likes David. Or at least, she's concerned about him and now she gets to do it professionally. ]

Hey, David. I'm sure you saw the announcement? How do you feel about meeting up to see how we want to proceed for the month.

[hostileterritory]

[He's a lil confused by that pleased...ness. He hasn't done her assignment, or finished it, anyway, though he has made a couple of attempts since their last conversation.]

I did. Where would you like to meet?

Back dated to 2 days after return to ship

[falkeditupagain]

[It's been a few days. Hanna isn't quite sure what to do about the loss of Conrad, Caleb...they'd been in his cabin, standing in their respective seals, he'd made sure they were good, beefier than he might normally make them and then they were just gone.

The only thing that made him feel any better about it was that they just seemed to fade out of existence where they stood rather than being stuck and pulled painfully like he thought might happen if it only half worked. But still, neither man remained on board and he felt entirely responsible.

The call that comes through is quiet, Hanna laying in bed, staring at the ceiling with it's chipping plaster, fidgeting as he puts the call through. He doesn't want to bring it up but he has to.]

Heyyy, Terminator?

Hope you got some rest, bud...I just wondered if you wanted to stop by? Have a chat?

[It takes all of him to not just fold immediately and apologize for his failure but he's learned a little... those are better left done in person.]

H a n n a baby

[hostileterritory]

[He feels-- well, no, that's not strictly accurate, is it. There's a sensation he can recall as empathy. Commiseration. It's strange to have the residue of emotions clinging to him, familiar-unfamiliar cobwebs.]

I don't sleep much.

I can come by. You all right?

During November (Backdated) - Board Game Night

[makethestory]

She comes into their now-shared cabin with her arms full, kicking the door behind her. In said arms is a stack of two or three large boxes, and on top of that, what appears to be a boxed set of DVDs.

She's heading for the desk in the middle of the floor and-

"Henry? Hey, you in for the night?"

[hostileterritory]

He emerges from the bathroom while toweling off his hair. His t-shirt and lounge pants are damp from the steam of a recently-finished shower.

"Yes ma'am. I was about to, you know, turn things on."

Backdated to November - The Couch

[makethestory]

They've been (effectively) living together for the last few weeks since returning to the ship and it's been... good.

Henry has been spending more and more time with his emotions turned on, but she's noticed one thing that she can't quite figure out:

The way he stares at the couch sometimes.

She could profile him, but she doesn't want to. Doesn't want to find out that way. It's not that she won't; she has. But there's something so fragile about his eyes when he looks-

The next time he does it, that's when she reaches a hand over and takes one of his in hers; it's something they've done more and more, a way of connecting before interacting, giving him more traction. Her eyes flicker over to where his had been.

"Do you have an issue with the couch, by the way? I've noticed, every once in a while, you look over there with... I don't want to call it a 'funny' look, but I'm not sure what it is. Can you talk about it?"

[hostileterritory]

It's so strange and unnerving to be Henry. To feel. To let it all back in, let it hit him and claw him down into the muck of it like the nightmare corpses in that place Charlie got trapped during Hanna's magical accident. He hasn't dared step outside of her cabin with everything on. Not yet. The prospect overwhelms him.

He flinches a little when Saga touches his hand, unaware he's been caught staring at the furniture again. Henry wraps his fingers lightly around hers to make it clear the touch isn't unwelcome. That's its own strangeness.

"Issue... No ma'am. Not at all." He looks at her face, though only briefly. It's hard to look her in the eye when he's not numb. "Thinking I guess. Remembering."

He nips at the corner of his lip, looking at their hands, the couch, her face, their hands. He's so much more restless like this.

"Just- When I, y'know, when you brought me here and I died, sometimes I think about it."

[abrightboy]

On the back of the clearly hand-drawn card, he has printed the date (Dec 28) and time, as well as the location - the Enclosure.

After Saga's departure

[falkeditupagain]

Hey, Terminator!

Come over? Door's open, and huh...seems like it's gonna stay open until you get here.

Man, some people are really fucking irresponsible around here, aren't they? Ooooh well.

audio

[hostileterritory]

Falk, you're a son of a bitch. [Growled with a neutrality that Hanna might recognize as grudging affection.]

audio

[cactusy]

Hey - Sameen Shaw, soldier, former guinea pig. Come get a drink with me.

Re: audio

[hostileterritory]

[????

At least he knows she's a warden, so the answer is easy enough.]

Yes ma'am. Lounge?

Private | Video (post breach)

[talesuntold]

Hey. It's David in this life too, right?

I'm Maggie. Although Grace is my middle name still, so it's not wrong.

I'm not trying to push, but I'm around if you'd like to talk or get to know each other.

Re: Private | Video (post breach)

[hostileterritory]

[He intends to reply. He does. He just needs a little time to figure out what to say.

Unfortunately, before he has the chance to figure it out, he gets KO'd by a hiccup in spacetime and sleeps for just over a month.

Which leads, eventually, to an awkward network post.]

Video

[general_affairs]

Yo, name's Reno, and it looks like we got paired up for a couple of weeks. Be gentle, it's my first time.

We haven't exactly crossed paths at all, so if you want, we can start with a little softball introduction over some breakfast.

[hostileterritory]

[The answer doesn't come right away. In fact it comes after a long enough span for Reno to find out his temporary inmate is in Ye Olde Barge Coma, and find out he's being watched over by Hanna in a spare bedroom of his cabin. The room David is in now, actually, sitting at his little desk. (His, how weird.)

If David sounds slightly disoriented, it's because he is.]

Sorry, sir. I was uh, down for the count. Is there anything you still need to know about me?

[artistinexile]

Good day, David Collins.

I am Mitth'raw'nuruodo. You may call me Thrawn.

It is my understanding we have been paired for this month.

hype to see how this goes

[hostileterritory]

Yes, sir.

[Is that to the introduction? The understanding? The fact that it is a day?]

I don't pay a great deal of attention to the pairings, if I'm honest.

Private | Video

[talesuntold]

Hey. You good?

And if you don't know me, I'm Maggie. Hi.

Private | Video

[hostileterritory]

[He doesn't look all that different. Thicker facial hair, but tidy. It's the way he carries himself that's unfamiliar. Still alert, but not a live wire. Just aware and attentive.]

I'm sorry, I don't. I seem to be doing a lot of that. Henry Valentine. I'm told I go by David here.