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Re-Entry 16: Video
((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?
[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?
[private, text]
I'm not sure what I'm going to do yet... I think I've just gone from no choices to too frakking many.
[private, text]
[Please don't die.]
You've got time to figure it out. And people who want to help you.
[private, text]
Voluntarily giving up the right to choose is still a choice.[He erases it quickly. Whether he still believes it or not -- and he does, he has to, or he'd never forgive Dee -- it's not, he's discovered, worth upsetting the people who actually care about him.]I know. Thanks. There's just a lot to think about. I didn't really expect this so soon.
[private, text]
You know if you want somewhere less...weighted to think about it, Iris would probably take you anywhere. Earth, maybe.
People would recommend cities if you don't know where to start.
[private, text]
[private, text]
But I'm sure she could find a place you'd never heard of, if that would be easier.
[private, text]
There might be some [Pause.] things I need to do here first.
[private, text]
If you're willing to do your figuring out here, then. I'm glad.
[private, text]
Everyone seems to think the Admiral will give me at least a few days to think it all over, at least.