Re-Entry 16: Video

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((Backdated to before Racetrack's disappearance, sometime after this thread.))

[Private to Trip, CC: Dean]

[Honestly, as remarkable as what's happened is, it's almost as remarkable that Felix is the first one to notice. He just really doesn't spend that much time in his own quarters anymore. But he stops by to pick something up, and that's when he notices the changes. Specifically, this one, which is why the camera is currently on what looks like a very standard shower.]

...Trip? [If he sounds completely bewildered, it's only because he is.]

[Friends filter (if you think you're on it, etc. Including you, Morgana.)]

I, um... I graduated today. [He still doesn't really sound like he believes it.] And for those of you who know what I was thinking about why I hadn't, I think I was right, because I'm not really sure what I'm going to do next. But... whatever happens, I wanted to say... thank you. To all of you. You deserve to hear that.

Actually, that's not entirely true. I do know one thing I'm going to do next. [He smiles slightly.] The CES showed me Picon once, just once... I'm going to go to the pub, get a bottle of something, and go sit there until it shows up again. Feel free to join me.

[Private to Racetrack and Claire Bennet, separately]

I'd like to ask you a question.

[Public]

[And this one is from the CES, later, when he seems to have found both his bottle and his world. He's sitting on a long stretch of beach, a low grassy hill rising behind him, the wind and salt in his hair; and even though the sun brings out all his imperfections -- how pale he's become under the olive tones of his skin, the shock of gray hair at his temples, the dark rings under his eyes -- he looks younger and softer than he ever has before. He takes a drink from the bottle and rubs a hand over his mouth.]

Does anyone know... has anyone ever stayed on this ship without becoming a warden?

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[youwillgotohell]

[It's a wonder they got as close as they did; misjudgments have littered their relationship. But it's probably for the best: forgiveness is the last thing that Morgana wants to hear, the last thing she ever wants to give.

Her brow creases just slightly - what's a cubit - but she can guess well enough not to bother asking.]

Do you think you'll stay here? Be a warden?

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[He snorts.] A warden? Gods, no.

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[youwillgotohell]

[She smiles a touch wryly, glad for that. It fades slowly.] How long will you stay, then?

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That, I don't know. It might depend on how long he lets me stay without picking up an inmate. There are... things I'm not finished with here. [And people he's not ready to leave behind.]

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[youwillgotohell]

Dean.

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Not only him.

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[youwillgotohell]

[She shrugs lightly.] Don't take too long finishing them.

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[What the frak is that supposed to mean, Morgana? He turns to look at her, brow creasing sharply.] Thanks.

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[youwillgotohell]

[This is her curse now, everything sounds slightly menacing.]

What?

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I didn't realize you were in such a hurry for me to leave. [And, you know, maybe die.]

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[youwillgotohell]

[She just rolls her eyes and gives him a look for that.]

Staying here is madness. There aren't many I'd wish this on.

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[He sniffs, but relaxes. It's not like he can really argue with her on that, not when he was making the exact same argument less than a week ago. Not when there's still a part of him wondering why he hasn't already left.]

I just... need more time.

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[youwillgotohell]

[She just nods this time; it's not as if she came speed things along for him, or bring him to a conclusion. She runs her hand over the sand, then brushes off the sticky remnants, and stands slowly.]

Congratulations.