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Jon Sims from London????

[ WITH NO OTHER EXPLANATION. ]

Excuse me, can I help you?

Is that a yes or a no??

It's a 'I refuse to be interrogated by some random number without an introduction first.'
Honestly, is this how the people of this world greet each other?

[then a full two minutes later guess who's finally smart enough to read who's texting him]

Martin?

Oh thank God it is you. I had a feeling from the tone you took but you didn't seem to recognize me, so it was sort of hard to tell, and yes. Hi. It's me. I'm here. Is it seriously just us?

From what I've seen, yes.
Of course it'd be you, it's always you.
Why are you involved with every bit of trouble without fail?

Lord, well I suppose this is better than being alone here.
You just got here as well, yes?

I'd say I'm involved in a normal amount of trouble, considering where it is I work, thank you very much.

[ martin's feelings would be hurt if those texts hadn't been so unbearably jon that they swung around from 'insulting' all the back to 'amusing.' ]

But yeah, I just got here too. What can you do?? Did you get a cool power?

Oh that's another matter, isn't it? I've heard people can come from different times.
As if this isn't enough of a headache.
What's the last thing you remember?

[for real jon has to put his phone down for a moment and sigh because if martin has like. flight or telekinesis or something ridiculous he's going to probably die]

Retrocognition, of a sort.
Apparently whatever capricious force that brought us here thought it was funny to make me narrate past events like a statement.
What about you? I can only hope it isn't something like pyrokinesis.

Your power is reading statements?

[ OH GOD HE'S SO GLAD THIS IS TEXT because he's definitely laughing at you a little bit here, boss. ]

I'm sure you'll find something useful to do with that. [ well at least he feels less lame about his own power. ]

And, uhh. I'm living in the archives? You just read that statement of -oh, the old man who kept having something come up to his door. Paul McKenzie? Oh my god, I wonder which one of us is in the past.

[ he's forgotten the power question already. this is too exciting. ]

I know you're laughing, Martin, do not test me.

[why couldn't he have the power to be left alone???? ]

I have no interest in playing superhero, I have every interest in getting through whatever this nonsense is and getting home, where we belong.

Case #0032408? Yes, I am beyond that certainly.
I'm sorry to say you're still living in the Archives, the situation hasn't exactly let up.

For god's sake Martin, I asked about your ability. Stay on track will you.

[ busted. ]

Okay, I was laughing, but I've definitely stopped now. No more laughter.

[ and now he's just outright lying. :') but oh, there's a hell of a lot of information going back and forth right now. he continues on:]

1) What do you mean 'hasn't let up'?? How long has it been???
2) And I can grow plants. It's quite nice.

Edited 2017-11-06 01:18 (UTC)

You better get it out of your system by the time we meet face to face, Martin.
In fact just get this out of your system now too, they made me a gossip columnist.
I am in hell.

Probably longer than you want to hear, I'm sorry to say.
We found a statement Prentiss made, it's... alarming. We can discuss it more in person, I have no interest typing the details in piece by piece.

Well, that does sound like you. I suppose at least that's useful and not as destructive as it could be.

We found an actual statement by Prentiss?? That's got to be a big one. And ugh. I guess if I'm still in the Archives it means I'm not worm food, but... hard to hate the place I've ended up in here. It's great.

[ yeah no he's sitting on that gossip columnist thing in a minute because are you serious that's amazing. ]

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statementends - 2017-11-06 07:51 (UTC) - Expand

You're still here.

You're back? Of course I am, this line wouldn't be active otherwise, would it? I have your dogs. You owe me two pairs of shoes, thank you.

What? You kept them?

[ he's- mildly staggered by that, but he shakes it off. ]

I'll come get them. Thank you. Is the last thing you remember from home still Prentiss?

Don't seem so surprised. If you returned and they were gone I had no interest in having to deal with the drama. Yes, I haven't returned home if that's what you mean. Get over here, it sounds like there's matters to discuss, hopefully ones that involve Prentiss having been taken care of.

[ he's already on his way. ish. ]

I don't actually remember where you live. It's been a little while for me. About eighteen months? Give or take.

Lord, really? I do hope you're not still living in the Archives at this point.[have the address right here, maurtia something something words]

I'll be there in a moment.

[ well, more like twenty minutes, since he wasn't actually anywhere close. he spends a moment before he knocks at the door rubbing at his eyes, smoothing down his hair, trying to make himself look slightly less worn-out than he feels. and then he raps his knuckles on the door, calling out- ]

Jon? It's me.

[needless to say the first thing martin hears is dogs.

there is a flutter of excited boofing and paws pattering, followed by jon's muffled 'calm down, how am I supposed to even open the door if- thank you' before the door opens. the dogs are obviously straining to come see martin, overjoyed, while jon tries to keep them back. he looks pretty much the same, which means completely different than what martin is now used to given he has no worm, burn or daisy scars in sight and looks like he might have slept this week.

his vague look of annoyance drops as he sees martin, lips going into a thin line.] Here I was hoping for good news. I suppose the fact you're alive is a start- come in.

[ martin is overjoyed to see his dogs - sincerely, he is, considering he'd been sure when he woke up here again that they'd be gone, and so he smiles earnestly as he steps inside. it's nice, honestly, and a little hilarious, watching jon wrangle them, but it just means that martin is in a hurry to toe his shoes off and move to the sofa, just so the both of them can jump up and burrow into his sides. he doesn't bother asking if they're allowed up or not.

really, it doesn't seem that consequential. ]

It's good to see you.

[ and god, he means it. it's - nice, and surreal, talking to a jon who hasn't lived through everything yet. it feels almost like cheating. ]

I should be the one saying that, given I haven't seen you in a month and you should have seen me. [jon squints at him a few moments before sighing and allowing the dogs to go on the sofa. he tried to keep them off for a day and gave up pretty quickly anyway. he hates dogs.

ignore the face there are definitely dog toys martin didn't buy and nice dog bowls near the kitchen. doesn't care at all.]

I'm making tea and then you're going to tell me why you look like you haven't slept in a year. Honestly, Martin, how are you supposed to do your job in a state like that? [laugh track.... he heads to the kitchen. he is trying very hard not to assume the worst here, and given martin didn't burst into tears upon seeing him he wants to believe he didn't die or something. he was more worried about tim and sasha, though sasha was capable enough to get herself out of trouble.

haha.]

It's not really my job I've been having trouble with.

[ this part is murmured, though it may possibly be audible enough for jon to pick out. he leans slightly into one of his dogs, waiting for jon to return with the tea before he exhales a low sigh and shrugs one shoulder. ]

There's not much worth telling.

[ he's lying. worse, he's lying poorly. ]

There's not much you really need to know.

[martin is very lucky jon decides not to return upon hearing that and press for information. he huffs to himself, hot water already on for tea he was going to make for himself and half the reason he didn't go back to pester martin. in a few moments he has the tea done and comes back out, tray in hand. he even has cookies (what do british nerds call them?? chips?? or something?? i don't remember now)

he sets the tray down on the coffee table before giving martin a Look.] You are a terrible liar, and I heard that first bit. What's going on, Martin?

[his tone goes a little more nervous, softer:] It's not Prentiss, is it?

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