001 ♦ Jesse Finch ♦ Audio

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So I've got three guesses as to what this is right now. [ The voice that comes through the communicator is quiet and calm. The undertone to this voice, however, is not at all -- there's a hint of panic and a whole lot of anger underneath. ] One, I traveled back in time to land in some Twilight Zone-Silent Hill bullshit. Two, I've finally cracked and I've gone insane, which, y'know, could be worse, my brain coulda put me in somewhere much more terrifying than a room with a camera -- or three, I'm dreaming. [ Which is what he's afraid of. There's a beat, and then the sound of a lighter being flicked on, a cigarette being lit. ]

Watch, m'just talking to myself. I don't even know if anybody's out there. [ It's been an hour and he hasn't seen anybody yet, after all, though to be fair he hasn't gone very far. He's waiting. Come get him, nightmare. He's not scared of you. ]

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[ She's right on that point; Galen needs people. So does Jesse, but we don't talk about that, he's totally fine on his own, duh. He rubs at the back of his neck. ] And he's slept normal the whole week? No trying to escape t'nap somewhere all day?

[PRIVATE FOREVER until we say otherwise]

[onteamdyson]

[Okay, this is getting fucking weeeeeird. She switches the feed to private, because this is NOT anyone's business, and frowns at Jesse.]

I don't watch him every second, dude, I'm not his freakin' babysitter. But yeah, he's normal, I guess. What's normal? He's not napping when we're hanging out and we do that relatively often so... gonna go with no. [A beat.] Why?

[and then jesse goes HOLY HELL YOU CAN PRIVATE STUFF???]

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[ Oh, hey. Private. Jesse nearly slaps his face in frustration. Why didn't he think of that? But Kenzi's answer makes his relax a bit, and he sighs. ] Alright. It's just -- a thing, back home. He got --

[ He squints at Kenzi, like he's trying to look through the communicator into her soul, or something. ] Sick. He was sick, and the sleeping too much was part of it. Just wanna make sure it ain't happening again.

Look, I know you got no reason to trust me or like me but - if you're friends with him, thanks.

[onteamdyson]

[Woah, SICK?! What kind of sick. He was sick?!Her poker face slips completely off and leaves her looking incredibly concerned. He hadn't said anything. Maybe it's a time thing. Maybe he just didn't want her to know. Ooooh sinking feeling, go away.]

... He seems fine. [Seems being the keyword. Gaze suddenly averted.] But what do I know? I've only known him for a week. Maybe you should talk to him and find out for sure.

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Yeah. Yeah, I will, I think. Hey. [ The concern on her face is enough for Jesse. ] Hey, babydoll, will y'look at me for a second?

[onteamdyson]

[She does. But not because he called her babydoll! And now she's glaring and trying to look tough.] What?

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[ JESSE USED CHARM. IT WASN'T VERY EFFECTIVE... ] Probably made an ass of myself so far, yeah? Sorry. Waking up in the middle of a town I ain't been to is -- actually, not new, but still fuckin' disorienting. So.

[onteamdyson]

[Oh, apologies! Hmmm. Galen likes him. She wants to like him, but now she's not sure. She needs a second opinion. Deep breath. The glare fades into something a little more neutral.]

... I know it's hard. It's totally fucked up. Soooo not your fault, don't stress. [She really doesn't want to say 'you get used to it' ... but he will.] I'll definitely see you around. If you get in a tight spot, you call, okay? I'll probably be there.

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[ He settles back against the wall he's been leaning on, nodding. ] Yeah. Yeah, okay, thanks, means a lot t'say that to a stranger. [ He offers a half smile, which is more of a grimace. ] Same goes for you. Y'need help, call me. [ Have a tiny salute. ]

[onteamdyson]

[She smiles a little sadly and nods.] Deal. [And then she cuts the feed.]