ic contact;

[mathematician]

"I can't come to my communicator right now, I'm probably fixing something some idiot messed up, so leave a message and I'll get back to you when I'm done."

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Comments

[totallytrustworthy]

duno maybe it has something to do with you getting blindsided by the man that will talk for hours about Dr whatever and Star Trek or wars or you know

[mathematician]

Those shows are incredibly ancient. In fact, I don't think I've seen an episode that wasn't degraded to shit because of how many times it had transferred technology.

I didn't have much time to talk to him about his interests and hobbies. We were both somehow preoccupied with this 'mutiny' thing.

[totallytrustworthy]

oh all right all right calm down I was only teasing

you lads should get together later and talk about that game of yours though

via text of course but still

might keep you both from going mad

[mathematician]

Oh.

Are they not allowing visitors to the cells anymore?

[Is he.

Is he saying. He'll visit them????????]

cries :')

[totallytrustworthy]

[uh. Give her a minute here to process that that's what you're saying, Lowell.]

no no


they are



so...are you?

accidentally friends now, no escape

[mathematician]

If I can find the time, when it's not 4am.

And none was ever wanted

[totallytrustworthy]

oh come on who even goes to bed before 5

[mathematician]

Normal people.

[totallytrustworthy]

never one in my life

[mathematician]

I've surmised.

[A few minutes pause.]

So you'll be up for another hour.

we're going to pretend 'met' was in there somewhere I'm awake I swear

[totallytrustworthy]

at least

[Let's not touch on the fact that she's restless as anything and trying to sleep away the days is like asking the world to stop turning.]

or it could be seen as that she has never been one her whole life!!

[mathematician]

Alright. I'll visit tonight.

also an accurate statement!

[totallytrustworthy]

its not gonna kill you or anything right

getting away from your desk or your work or whatevers kept you in this time loop nonsense

[mathematician]

There is a 33% chance leaving this room will result in mental or physical harm.

1/2

[totallytrustworthy]

oh for christs sake when you phrase it like that I hope for physical

[Kidding.]

2/2

[totallytrustworthy]

seriously though if you think its a risk maybe save it for some other day

[mathematician]

...

That was a joke. There is always a minimum of 33% likely chance for physical or mental harm no matter where you are.

[HE WAS TRYING... TO BE FUNNY...

this is why he doesn't tell jokes.]

[totallytrustworthy]

oh my god

[Lowell you're just about as awful as Nate....]

thats it I'm telling the guard not to let you in

[mathematician]

Is

that a joke too?

[BECAUSE HE CAN'T TELL.]

[totallytrustworthy]

1 yes 2 we are so working on your sense of humor once you get here

handwave or play it out?

[mathematician]

[Well. He thought he was being funny.]

Alright.

I'm all for playing it out if you've got the time!

[totallytrustworthy]

[You were, Lowell. You were.]

c u soon m8

all the time in the world for awful npc shenanigans.

[mathematician]

[ooc: here, or a log?]

Action here works!

[totallytrustworthy]

[It's not exactly what she'd expected, and not exactly the best time for it, but it's an opportunity to patch up the bridges they'd-- you know, sort of torched with gasoline. And Magic. And shitty packets of tasteless food.

Weeks prior, she wanted nothing to do with them. Now...now it's different. Inexplicably and probably inappropriately (hi yes hello, kidnapper here hoping we can be mates) but there you have it: that's exactly where she stands. Waiting at nearly five in the morning.]

[mathematician]

[Good timing or no, Lowell's burned bridge is already partially through reconstruction. He was angry at first, definitely. The work interruption alone put them all back by a week.

But actually getting along with Chloe and Charlie was not something he thought would ever happen. He didn't think he would possibly think of a Transport as a friend.

Definitely some classic Stockholm happening here, he knows. He also doesn't care, as he heads over to the West Wing rooms, with a small bag. It's mostly his dinner/breakfast. Food times kind of blur together when you're working all the time and there's no sun to tell you when it's day or night. Maybe there's something in there for Chloe, too.

He gets past the guard, and finds Chloe's room soon enough. A knock soon follows.]

Hello?