Kevin Tran | 001 | Accidental video

[vates]

[ Kevin's been working for a few days without sleep on the tablet, so when he wakes up, he figures he must've just passed out from exhaustion. He gets all the way to sitting up before he realizes that he isn't in the bunker.

When the feed switches on, it starts first staring up at the ceiling, while in the background, someone is very clearly laying waste to the bookshelf in their room. Kevin steps into the frame as he swings the shelf he'd ripped out to use as a weapon, and he decides it's acceptable before he sets it down. He has a bunch of papers, and as he puts them into an empty pillowcase, the cuneiform symbols can just be seen for what they are -- that is, ancient and unreadable.

He reaches for his shelf again, and now his face fully comes into frame. He looks like a guy who hasn't slept or eaten real food in a few days, with an added couple layers of complete panic. He has no clue where he is, who might've kidnapped him, what they want to use him for, but beneath the panic there's determination.

He made it this far; he won't let them win now.

Once he realizes the phone is broadcasting, he curses loudly and switches it off.

This plan would probably have gone a lot better if he hadn't been Skyping it. ]

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[vates]

Hi. It's... yeah. [ He shrugs, his expression clouding. ]

I didn't have much choice, so. What about you?

[notrosesshadow]

[Martha shook her head.]

I was the only one able to stop it. I had to spend a year trying not to get caught while everyone I cared about was tortured and the world burned.

[vates]

That... yeah. [ Kevin's sad that she went through something similarish, like that's never a good thing, but it's good to be able to talk about this with someone not Sam and Dean or anything. ]

Me too, only I was tortured a couple times.

[notrosesshadow]

[Her look is one of sympathy, not pity. She knows pity is hardly ever wanted.]

I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do to help? Are you injured?

[Physically speaking, she can do quite a bit to heal him. Mentally, there's not much.]

we can probably wrap this here!

[vates]

No. I'm fine.

[ And he is, sort of, not really. He will be. Proof of that is that he remembers how to be a person long enough to smile at her and nod. ]

Thanks.

So wrapped

[notrosesshadow]

[She smiles back, but it's clear he doesn't want to talk. She saw what she needed to. The kid was alive, and hopefully he'd eat something now. All she could do was extend the offer to help. Martha picks up her tray of mostly finished food, stealing the plate to bring back to her room.]

Well if you ever need anything Kevin, just find me on the phones. Martha Jones. I'll see you around.

[And she gives him one last smile before leaving.]