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videocamera[Andrew, despite having been for all intents and purposes asleep for the last week, looks tired and a little disheveled when he comes onto the screen. He runs a hand through his hair, pulls at his hoodie, looks uncomfortable - all before he even starts talking.]
I was in one of those coma things, right? How... long was it? Did anything, um--
[It's easy to spot the moment when he remembers that - as long as no one messed with it - he'd had his camera on and recording when he'd gone down. He suddenly looks more alert, glances over in the direction of his desk, then shuts the feed off without finishing the question.]
[Private to Needy, after watching the camera footage]
You came to see me. [He doesn't actually say thanks in so many words right away, but... He glances down at the smiley face drawn on his hand and decides not to just leave it there, even if he feels awkward.] I saw what you recorded. The stuff about what was going on on the ship. That... It was cool.
[Private to Lydia]
[This comes a fair bit later, after he's been up and around for a while.]
You didn't change your mind about the training thing while I was... asleep or whatever, right?
[Open spam]
[He goes to the dining hall first, needing to stretch his legs, get some water and something to eat. The thought of the coma makes him uncomfortable; it's unpleasant. The footage from the camera had run out not too long after Needy had given him the update, the battery dead. It was enough that he'd seen Lydia dragging him out, then getting him brought back in. He'd heard Needy talking to him and seen Stiles and Lydia check on him once or twice. It's weird, that they'd do that. It was weird seeing himself like that.
He tries not to think too much about it. After eating, he goes back to his room but he doesn't want to stay there. Finally, he heads for the deck, just to breathe for a while, now-recharged camera hovering behind him. At least his powers don't seem to have weakened any further after his week asleep.]
I was in one of those coma things, right? How... long was it? Did anything, um--
[It's easy to spot the moment when he remembers that - as long as no one messed with it - he'd had his camera on and recording when he'd gone down. He suddenly looks more alert, glances over in the direction of his desk, then shuts the feed off without finishing the question.]
[Private to Needy, after watching the camera footage]
You came to see me. [He doesn't actually say thanks in so many words right away, but... He glances down at the smiley face drawn on his hand and decides not to just leave it there, even if he feels awkward.] I saw what you recorded. The stuff about what was going on on the ship. That... It was cool.
[Private to Lydia]
[This comes a fair bit later, after he's been up and around for a while.]
You didn't change your mind about the training thing while I was... asleep or whatever, right?
[Open spam]
[He goes to the dining hall first, needing to stretch his legs, get some water and something to eat. The thought of the coma makes him uncomfortable; it's unpleasant. The footage from the camera had run out not too long after Needy had given him the update, the battery dead. It was enough that he'd seen Lydia dragging him out, then getting him brought back in. He'd heard Needy talking to him and seen Stiles and Lydia check on him once or twice. It's weird, that they'd do that. It was weird seeing himself like that.
He tries not to think too much about it. After eating, he goes back to his room but he doesn't want to stay there. Finally, he heads for the deck, just to breathe for a while, now-recharged camera hovering behind him. At least his powers don't seem to have weakened any further after his week asleep.]
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Date: 2014-09-18 12:04 am (UTC)He was halfway across the deck before he changed his mind about attacking the kid. Not wanting to draw more fire upon himself so soon. Maybe. But if he were careful...
He looked like a mess. A smattering of half-healed burned and scaring. Creeping out of the collar of his teeshirt and all the way down his arms. His hair was short, like a rough buzz cut. Bandages wrapped around both palms. And the faint lines of the thick bandages under his shirt visible through the material.
He noticed the camera as he approached. Eyeing it for a second, before back to the hid. He stopped so he was almost certainly not in the field of the lens. ]
That you, guy?
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Date: 2014-09-18 02:23 am (UTC)It's another moment before his face settles back into an expression that could possibly be called normal and there's a sharp edge to the tone of his voice. Of course it's him. Of course. His powers may be dampened but he can still do this. He still has some of it left.]
Do you see anyone else up here?
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Date: 2014-09-18 02:59 am (UTC)He glanced up at the camera. It moved without aide the way Zane's little coins did. But with far more grace. But as the lens turned to face him, there was a flicker of irritation across his face. Glaring at it for a moment, before glancing back to Andrew. ]
Do you mind? I'm not exactly...a fan of being on camera.
[spam]
Date: 2014-09-21 10:54 pm (UTC)I don't exactly care what you're a fan of.
[spam]
Date: 2014-09-22 12:20 am (UTC)I just wanted to...[ He glanced out over the expanse of stars beyond the deck. ]...enjoy the view. Put the camera away.
[spam]
Date: 2014-09-22 12:51 am (UTC)So go enjoy the view somewhere else. The deck's big enough, isn't it?
[And the camera continues to hover, panning down and floating down lower so Andrew can maybe get a glimpse of the viewscreen.]
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Date: 2014-09-22 02:39 am (UTC)He pulled it out, inspecting it. Still stained with his blood. He'd intended to return it to Zane. Violently. But there were other ways to get revenge. And it suited his purposes perfectly. He tossed the coin lightly, catching it in his palm. Testing the weight. he then eyed the camera, readying the coin in his fingers. Watching its movement. Then, when he was certain he had just the right shot, he gave a hard flick of his wrist. Launching the coin at the camera. Aiming for the dead center of the lens. ]
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Date: 2014-09-24 02:48 am (UTC)He strains himself without thinking about it, clamping down his control, turning the camera sharply with one part of his mind, training it fully on Jerry, as with another part, he sends the coin viciously directly back at the vampire's face. He barely even notices the pain in the center of his forehead or the blood that gushes from his nose. His voice is almost a shout.]
Why did you do that?
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Date: 2014-09-24 01:41 pm (UTC)He stepped toward the kid, eyes focused momentarily on the blood before glancing up to the device. ]
I really don't like cameras.
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Date: 2014-10-01 01:09 pm (UTC)[The words come out sullen, sulky: all normal teenage boy behind the blood running down his face. He raises a hand to try to stem the blood, bringing the camera down at the same time. It's not a good idea to keep it up while he's already bleeding, for one thing. For another, he's tensing up to get the hell out of here, as much as it might not show. After a display of super speed and the force behind that coin, he's not planning on sticking around here.]
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Date: 2014-10-01 10:23 pm (UTC)[ He took a slow menacing step toward the kid. Wanting to get the camera before Andrew could see what it would reveal. He'd only let one person on the ship have definitive proof that he didn't show up in video, and he wasn't about to let an unknown kid have it. His intent was to keep him focused and distracted from the little screen. ]
Might want to get that looked at.
[ He gestured toward the blood on Andrew's face. ]
[private]
Date: 2014-09-18 04:34 am (UTC)Andrew? You're awake? Are you okay? I'll be there in a second.
[private]
Date: 2014-09-21 09:50 pm (UTC)[private]
Date: 2014-09-22 02:14 am (UTC)Do you need me to bring you anything? Food? You should still have water.
[private]
Date: 2014-09-24 02:52 am (UTC)[And he thinks about leaving before she gets there but... Well, there's no real reason for it. He wanted to talk to her about his powers, about the training thing, right? Wanting to escape is just a kneejerk reaction and instead he just sighs and waits for her to arrive.]
[private --> spam]
Date: 2014-09-24 03:36 am (UTC)[She smiles a little at him before disconnecting the call.
As promised, a couple of minutes later, she's outside his room, knocking on the door even though she can come in. He does need his privacy. ...And come to think of it, she's not even sure how he'll react to her being in his room while he was out.]
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Date: 2014-10-01 01:16 pm (UTC)He answers the door himself instead of just telling her to come in. He's not... entirely comfortable with the idea of people being in there while he was asleep, but he was kind of used to his dad poking around in his stuff whenever the idea managed to make its way through all the alcohol soaking his brain. He may not fully trust her (because he really doesn't fully trust anyone) but he's pretty certain Lydia wouldn't snoop around like that. He was in a coma. It made sense she'd be in his room, at least a little.]
Hey.
[spam]
Date: 2014-10-01 10:40 pm (UTC)As he opens the door, Lydia smiles. Bright and sincere and if they were a little closer, she might have pulled him into a hug. As it is, she just clasps her hands together as she looks at him with relief.]
It's really good to see you up. [She was really worried, if you can't tell.]
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Date: 2014-10-02 02:48 am (UTC)What, were you worried I wouldn't wake up or something?
[spam]
Date: 2014-10-02 04:04 am (UTC)Maybe. Something like that. How are you feeling?
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Date: 2014-10-15 01:02 am (UTC)[His smile gets a little more awkward and he shrugs.]
Um. But I was thinking I might go see if there's anything good in the dining hall. I just... kinda want to stretch my legs, you know?
[An invitation without being a real invitation.]
[spam]
Date: 2014-10-15 03:09 am (UTC)[She grins softly, especially at the non-invitation. She will be smooth about it, and just nod.]
I'm kinda hungry myself, let's go see what they've got.
[spam]
Date: 2014-10-15 08:14 am (UTC)[Normally, he kind of has this little voice that keeps reminding him that Lydia's probably only hanging out with him because it's her job. The coma and her genuine pleasure at seeing him up has shut that voice up for now, though, so he smiles again and starts heading out of his room.
He also doesn't take his camera out, although it is in his pocket. Time will tell if it's two steps forward and one step back (and let's be real, it almost certainly is) but for now: progress.]
So... what'd I miss? I mean, Needy told me some stuff but-- [He shrugs.]
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Date: 2014-10-15 04:20 pm (UTC)He has to be a little shaken up still, so she'll keep the conversation light-hearted and do her best not to grin at the mention of Needy. She thinks they're good influences on each other and it's obvious Needy cares about him.]
Well, I've been mostly busy with party planning, you know Needy's birthday is coming up, right?
[video ; private]
Date: 2014-09-18 05:55 am (UTC)[She almost contacted him right away when she saw his post, but then he shut it down in a hurry and she figured it meant he needed a little time alone.
She's relieved it looks like he didn't need that much time.]
Did you think so? I was just trying to help out. I know the first thing I really worried about after I woke up from mine was figuring out whatever I'd missed. Sorry I wasn't able to keep it up to date better, but your battery was running low.
[video ; private]
Date: 2014-09-21 09:57 pm (UTC)But yeah, I mean. It's still weird to just have this blank space where stuff was going on and I wasn't-- I was just out of it. But it helps to know even a bit about what I missed, so... You know, thanks.
[video ; private]
Date: 2014-09-22 05:12 pm (UTC)You're welcome. Any time. I'm glad you weren't asleep for that long, though. Overall you didn't miss that much.
[video ; private]
Date: 2014-09-24 02:58 am (UTC)Did that warden really get demoted? I didn't even know that could happen.
[video ; private]
Date: 2014-09-26 01:16 am (UTC)Yeah. I didn't really know that could happen, either. But it did. He got mad and he hurt someone and, and...
I feel bad for him. I don't know that I think he deserves what happened, he's just really messed up.
But it's not like we get to decide.
[video ; private]
Date: 2014-10-01 01:32 pm (UTC)Do you think we deserve what happened to us?
[video ; private]
Date: 2014-10-07 09:49 pm (UTC)[Because the answer might be different, depending on which he means.]
[video ; private]
Date: 2014-10-15 12:44 am (UTC)[video ; private]
Date: 2014-10-15 06:12 am (UTC)But about coming here, well. 'Deserves' isn't the right word. Maybe it's more like we needed it. If nothing else, no one here thinks what happened to us was crazy. They believe it when we talk.
[video ; private]
Date: 2014-10-16 05:04 pm (UTC)[Not that he really talks to anyone about his own experience, other than her and sometimes Lydia. But he uses his limited powers openly and no one really even comments on it. So that's kind of the same thing.]
Almost everyone's comes from worlds with crazy stuff. I mean, how's a werewolf gonna get away with saying your story's made-up, right?
[video ; private]
Date: 2014-10-24 12:11 am (UTC)It's nice to know that we're not the only ones. That other people, in other worlds even, get things dumped on them like this to.
It's a relief to know if the universe is out to get people then it's not just chasing me.
[Spam, the next day]
Date: 2014-09-21 03:04 pm (UTC)The upshot is that it's a little bit of a surprise when he spots Andrew in the dining hall on Friday. He's still not exactly feeling great, but the hurt has started to fade a little, and he finds himself calling out to the other kid.]
Hey, morning, Rip van Winkle. When'd you get up?
[Spam, the next day]
Date: 2014-09-21 10:48 pm (UTC)He doesn't exactly startle at Mickey's greeting but he is kind of surprised. Just like it'd surprised him to see Needy on the tape, visiting him and talking quietly about stuff that was happening on the ship. It's the fact that anyone cares - that they even noticed he was gone - that gets him.]
Yesterday morning. [And he thinks about making a joke about being asleep for twenty years but he doesn't quite know Mickey well enough to be comfortable. He does manage to make a little effort though. He glances at the camera, wishing he was holding it. It's easier to do this with the screen as a barrier.]
You, uh, you want to sit?
[Spam, the next day]
Date: 2014-09-22 12:11 pm (UTC)You shooting something later?
[And then he spots the red light. He freezes a little, instantly self-conscious, his smile growing uncertain.]
...Are you filming now?
[Spam, the next day]
Date: 2014-09-23 02:40 am (UTC)Yeah. It's-- Um. Yeah.
[Spam, the next day]
Date: 2014-09-23 02:46 am (UTC)[It is weird, and he doesn't really want to be on film. He eyes the camera, trying to figure out where the frame ends so he can lean out of it.]
[Spam, the next day]
Date: 2014-10-01 01:35 pm (UTC)It's kind of... a record. Like, of this place. Just, you know-- everything that happens.
[Spam, the next day]
Date: 2014-10-01 11:39 pm (UTC)Everything that happens here? Why would you want a record of that? I'm looking forward to the day I can fucking forget about it.
[Spam, the next day]
Date: 2014-10-15 12:50 am (UTC)I don't know. I mean... Everything's so crazy here. It's-- [It's more than just that. It's a reminder, a way of hiding in plain sight, of protecting himself, an objective way of recording his life so he can examine it later, question everything, make sense of everything. But how the hell is he supposed to explain that?]
I don't know.
[Spam, the next day]
Date: 2014-10-22 03:31 am (UTC)Whatever, man. Just don't get me on that thing.
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Date: 2014-09-24 12:32 am (UTC)This is different.
This, is looking at him.
He's sat in the dining hall, trying to mind his own business, and some weird kid is floating a goddamn camera in his direction, and Dash, just for the record, is totally over this.]
You wanna quit pointing that thing at me, buddy?
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Date: 2014-10-02 12:01 am (UTC)But the dining hall, while maybe not exactly crowded, still has its fair share of people who are probably watching this go down and Andrew doesn't really want the attention. He lets the camera drop low, catching it in one hand.]
I wasn't filming you specifically.