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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[totallytrustworthy]

To be fair, darling, they were. It's like those late night commercials where they show something tragic and then ask for your money on a completely unrelated topic before topping it off with a nod to the first.

I'm not saying those entries weren't legitimate or important, but they damn well didn't deserve to be used as ammunition against us.

[And then Chloe was so easily derailed. No one's surprised.]

[mathematician]

Wasn't the point of this to prove that we're all really on the same side?

[Have you ever had a fork covered in lettuce pointed at you, Chloe? Because that's what's happening.]

I'm sorry that the Transports holding onto their messages waited until right then to broadcast them.

[totallytrustworthy]

[Honestly she has, though the last time it happened was as a weapon, so...]

They ought to have tossed them out before that point. Christ, I'm tired of information being hoarded like it belongs to whoever finds it first.

But fine-- yes, fair enough good point. [Reluctantly surrendered while she goes for her pudding again. ]

[mathematician]

[One long suffering sigh later. Man, he is too tired for this.]

I shouldn't have brought it up. I don't want to wind up fighting with you.

[totallytrustworthy]

Please, I started it. [Chloe goes to cover up a yawn, then. Nose crinkling up slightly from behind the back of her hand. ]

After all we started everything-- Charlie and I did, anyway. Doesn't mean much in the grand scheme of things but for what it's worth: I'm sorry you got swept up in it.

[mathematician]

I've noticed getting swept up in someone else's big idea is par for the course in my life.

[He gives a small, cynical smile, but he's not bitter about it. Really, he has just been jumping from one boiling pot to the next since he was young.]

[totallytrustworthy]

Can't say I don't know what that's like. But you? You don't seem the type for it.

[Isn't that how logical minds work? Like spider senses for danger. ]

how do i british

[mathematician]

I'm not. But my mate is.

[Ah...]

...Was.

He'd start trouble and I'd wind up being pulled along for the ride.

it is a mystery

[totallytrustworthy]

Sensing there's a story here. [It's easier for them both this way rather than offering up a dose of sympathy that he likely doesn't need or want.]

[mathematician]

There's more than one.

[But he's apparently not offering them up. Sorry brosis. He has to retain that bit of mystery he still can.]

[totallytrustworthy]

[Understood. Chloe shrugs off the dismissal quickly enough, scraping at the bottom of the pudding cup.]

Fair enough. You both work for the Initiative or was that a more recent adventure of yours?

[mathematician]

No, no. It's not like that. It's all in the past. I'm too old for that sort of thing now.

[Lowell, you're barely scratching 30.]

It's not a common thing, working for the Initiative. It might seem like there was a lot of us, but as a movement, it was this... people knew of it, but once someone took a job there, it kind of just ate them alive. Takes up all your time. Ironic, since we're all about time. But I haven't really seen him in years.

[totallytrustworthy]

[God, Lowell, you're talking to someone older than you are. Don't make her kick at your shin.]

Makes sense. That place wasn't exactly Harrods, after all.

Must've been a pain in the ass to put up with.

[mathematician]

It was... fun. The kind of buggery you get up to when you're young.

[A twitch of his mouth. It was like a grin for a solid two seconds.]

You know the kind, I'm sure.