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[Bond's comm clicks on, and he sounds terribly exasperated, bored, and maybe a touch annoyed. It's mostly so he can talk over any questions coming through the network, so he doesn't have to answer anything. Just in case.]
I remember this flood. I'll be in the pub, if anyone feels like having their mouth taped shut. [Or jaw broken. Whatever.]
Chris, do us a favor and stuff a bar of soap in yours. [Or he could get earmuffs and do it himself, he would not be opposed!
And he is probably going to be leaving his communicator in his room, because no thank you, he enjoys his secrets. There's a very small window for catching him on the network.]
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[Because he is not, in fact, going to the pub. In actuality, Bond is heading for the pool, where he is changing into blue trunksthat are too short to be actual trunks what the hell and starting the first of many, many laps. Eventually, he'll tire and float in the deep end for a time.
He came here instead of the pub mostly because the pool is quiet, because he's not certain if he's affected, and because he doesn't know what answers would come out of his mouth if certain questions were asked. Why is he here? He knows that answer. But is it worth it? A mystery. Why did he fuck up so badly with Esther, with Ellie? He doesn't know. Why doesn't he just return to a world where his way of dealing with things is utterly acceptable?
It's too tempting. So he deafens himself with the water as he cuts through it, planning how best to avoid the Barge for the next few days.]
I remember this flood. I'll be in the pub, if anyone feels like having their mouth taped shut. [Or jaw broken. Whatever.]
Chris, do us a favor and stuff a bar of soap in yours. [Or he could get earmuffs and do it himself, he would not be opposed!
And he is probably going to be leaving his communicator in his room, because no thank you, he enjoys his secrets. There's a very small window for catching him on the network.]
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[Because he is not, in fact, going to the pub. In actuality, Bond is heading for the pool, where he is changing into blue trunks
He came here instead of the pub mostly because the pool is quiet, because he's not certain if he's affected, and because he doesn't know what answers would come out of his mouth if certain questions were asked. Why is he here? He knows that answer. But is it worth it? A mystery. Why did he fuck up so badly with Esther, with Ellie? He doesn't know. Why doesn't he just return to a world where his way of dealing with things is utterly acceptable?
It's too tempting. So he deafens himself with the water as he cuts through it, planning how best to avoid the Barge for the next few days.]
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He doesn't announce himself or otherwise try to interrupt his laps, and instead finds a pool chair and just flops down on one, staring at the ceiling. He's not planning on poking at him to see how he's feeling or exploit the flood to find out anything, he just kind of wants to be around for the time being.
Weird how the Barge has (sort of) cured him of being totally socially awkward and incapable of maintaining long term relationships with people.]
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Hello.
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Hi. [And... then there's a pause because not being able to ask a question to continue this conversation makes the next step sort of difficult.] I'm pretty sure this makes you the smartest guy on the Barge right now.
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[Dryly; he's not being serious. He shrugs - water is great for distorting sound.]
A question, [And he only warns because it's Peter,] are you just going to sit there?
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[He's teasing, he knows it's a huge problem. Obviously.
And if he minds about the question, he doesn't show it. Instead, he just shrugs and answers the question.]
I was kind of planning on it, I actually don't know if I actually have swim trunks that fit me. And you don't have to warn for questions, I'm affected, but, [And another shrug.] You already know about all the stuff I don't like talking about, so.
[It's no big deal, and he trusts him.]
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You could always ask the Admiral for a pair. If you accept they'll be hideous.
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[Which is hopefully going to be soon, because he's starting to go kind of stir crazy here.]
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[Though he would laugh a lot. A lot.
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[Don't you dare request a pair for him.]
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Have some confidence in yourself. I'm sure you could pull it off.
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[He stops kidding for a minute and looks at Bond a little more seriously, honestly curious, and extending the offer because look, trust,] Do you want to ask me anything?
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I don't think there's anything I need to know that Silent Hill didn't tell me.
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[It comes out dryly, because he sure does agree. Do you know who he hopes never comes to the Barge? Flash. He will never be able to see him as anything but a monster.]
The Barge doesn't do glad very well.
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Does it do anything besides weird and horrible well?
... Sorry. That was supposed to be rhetorical.
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