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Fifth Transmission

[York's image comes up on the communicator, and even with armor on he looks fairly confused. He's sitting in the hotel, and Sparky's in his usual position on top of York's head.]

Okay, so I know I've been kind of distracted most of this week, but what the heck happened on the Mother of Invention? Is everyone okay?

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Hey, I'm gonna start hand to hand again, I've done the struggle thing and trust me you do not want to mess with the booze they have here.

[Actually she'd probably just pass out like the rest of them.]

[Her eyebrow arches, even if he can't see it.] You've struggled with hand-to-hand?

[ She'd never been one much for drinking Back Then, but she could hold her own from time to time.. Arms drop, settling her hands on her hips once more. ]

Trust you to locate the alcohol.

Nah, the struggle contest. It's hitting people with foam bats for fun.

[He's a man of many talents, what can he say.]

On the upside, that was when Wash and Ziva started dancing around the dating thing, so the booze wasn't all bad.

So it's like pugil sticks combat?

[not that those sticks had been particularly padded back home, but that's what their armor was for.]

You never did tell me where you'd find the time to restock that stash of yours.

[a blink] Wash is-- [ Wat.

It's probably a good thing that he waited until she'd been here a few days before dropping that tidbit on her lap. As it is, the blank helmet stare is a little incredulous. ]

You didn't decide to start drinking before I got here, did you.

It's more of a friendly competition, but yeah, a bit like that. Kids - teenagers - play it too.

[Being padded hadn't stopped him from getting launched.]

Wash is dating Ziva. Or was, before she went home; I think they picked up again but he was wrecked when she left so I didn't want to pry too much.

You'll have to show me later, then.

[There's only one word she heard in the first half of that sentance, and the second two guesses don't exist.

But just wait until someone mentions your match against Xion to her, York. ]

Went home? You mean, like Church--Epsilon did?

[ Washington? Dating? She still can't quite picture it, though recent events haven't done too many favours. Nonetheless, loss is painful for anyone - and someone leaving here. ]

How long was she gone for?

Yeah. She woke up in her world; disappeared from here. From our perspective? She was gone a few days. From hers? I'm not so sure.

[It worries York, sometimes. He has to meet up with Ziva and see how she's doing. He's really not been a good friend, as wrapped up as he was in Carolina last week.]

[ Carolina would argue that thought were it raised out loud. If anything, he's been a far better friend that she deserves, when all things were considered.

But neither would likely be the first to start that conversation today. ]

Not really a side effect of being here that occurs to you right away, I suppose. [Softly] It'd be pretty distressing, whether you were dating or otherwise.

And she probably thought it was just a dream when she woke up. Imagine convincing yourself that it had all been nothing, and then finding yourself back here again.

[Carolina leans back against the wall, and offers the slightest of shrugs. Those few times she ever managed some sleep were rarely dreamless.

She also doesn't provide an answer to what she's decided to treat like a rhetorical question. It wouldn't likely be one that York would like to hear, anyway.]

At least people she knows are still here.

Yeah, I'm sure that's a big bonus to her.

[He's just as glad that he's never woken up, for obvious reasons.]

You'd know better than I would. She's your friend.

[ Obvious, understandable reasons. ]

Has that happened to a lot of people here? Leaving and returning?

Only Church and Ziva, as far as I know.

So it's not something to be counted on.

[She doesn't know if that's a good or a bad thing.]

No, we've gotta find another way home if that's what we're angling for.

So it would seem.

[ Arms remain folded. The conversation skirts on ice too thin for her to be comfortable with the direction it's taking.

She could just leave. Go on and do things with her day. No different to how she's handled matters in the past. Though she refuses to be afraid of this topic, what it might mean for her isn't something she can deal with right now...so she 'runs' from it, by changing it. ]

So. Assuming the projectors can be found, and actually work, what would you even show on them?

We could do a horror movie festival.

[Wash would never forgive him. Or go to the festival. Still.]

...Your movie collection made it into this dream world, too?

[ Now she DOES groan, and her head shakes. ]

Only you would suggest a horror movie festival, for after taking out some invisible horror on our own ship, York.

[ Plus there's kids around here, man. ]

[Kids love horror movies.]

No, but I bet the moogles could get them.

[ Kids are currently living one! ...In between all the candy pieces and cute fluffy critters. ..and ice breathing skeletal dinosaurs. ]

[dubiously] I'm not sure I want to know what counts as a horror movie for moogles.

[Gun-toting maniacs who try to shoot them and implacably chase them down the street?]

Probably people with no money to pay them.

[Good thing we don't know anyone like that! ..Wait..]

Sounds riveting. [except not] Aren't they lucky that's not likely to happen any time soon.

[ Except possibly to any Freelancers unfortunate enough to buy ammo until she fixes that price thing, anyway.</small. ]

I'm sure they can get decent ones if they want.

[Somehow. He's not clear on how, but it works.]

Well, I'll leave you to handle that. Just try and pick a few things that aren't going to add to the nightmare population along side your regular flavours.

[ She pushes off the wall, before glancing to her dream eater. ]

And I should see about tracking down North. C'mon Dax.

Take care, boss.

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