I wasn't stuck in the Archives. [even though he spent more time there than at home and wasn't sleeping well because of the worm cold war?? he glances to molly, making a face at possible drool on his pants but... fine. he pats her, tentatively. that's what dogs wanted, right? right.]
... fine, I'll admit it's nice to be away from the threat of Prentiss. Still this- I don't know. I feel ill at ease here. Culture shock, I suppose.
Don't drool. [he warns as if the dog can understand him. then he looks to martin] So people always say. I'd rather be working, thank you. With better conditions than we currently have, of course, but still.
[ugH friends] I don't need help making friends, Martin, I'm not a maladjusted gradeschooler. I've had more than enough socializing here already, half of the population are ridiculous terrors.
One of them forced me to go drinking with him. I think he's an alcoholic.
[what horror, truly.]
Oh... I don't really know. I go into a trance of sorts and start- well, essentially reading a statement that was never given. I've been told my eyes go cloudy and I do very good impressions of the subject. [he shakes his head] The worst part about it is it almost feels like home, in a weird way, when it happens. Muscle memory from recording so many statements, I suppose.
What about you? I haven't actually seen this plant trick of yours.
You should keep a tape recorder on you. Start- I dunno, recording them if you can or something. Do you remember them at all when you're done? And, um, it's not that interesting.
[ martin gestures over to the window, which is crowded with a half dozen enormous, healthy plants. ] I picked those seeds up a few days ago. Keep having to regrow them when Beau tears them up.
Not a bad idea... and I do remember it. Frankly it can be a little awkward, given the information is quite often very personal. The last time I did it I got the statement of an imPort and how much he cared about this other man... emotional entanglements are exhausting. I don't know how people handle the constant drama.
[he glances over to the plants, still petting molly now absentmindedly] Oh, goodness... Is it some area of effect around you or do you need to concentrate?
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[ molly, meanwhile, seems to be trying to settle her chin in jon's lap. ]
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... fine, I'll admit it's nice to be away from the threat of Prentiss. Still this- I don't know. I feel ill at ease here. Culture shock, I suppose.
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You should try to get out more. Make more friends. Do you need help making friends?
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[ugH friends] I don't need help making friends, Martin, I'm not a maladjusted gradeschooler. I've had more than enough socializing here already, half of the population are ridiculous terrors.
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[ martin sips at his tea, then sort of peers curiously at jon. ]
What's it... like, by the way? When your power, um - activates? I don't think I've ever actually seen it.
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[what horror, truly.]
Oh... I don't really know. I go into a trance of sorts and start- well, essentially reading a statement that was never given. I've been told my eyes go cloudy and I do very good impressions of the subject. [he shakes his head] The worst part about it is it almost feels like home, in a weird way, when it happens. Muscle memory from recording so many statements, I suppose.
What about you? I haven't actually seen this plant trick of yours.
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[ martin gestures over to the window, which is crowded with a half dozen enormous, healthy plants. ] I picked those seeds up a few days ago. Keep having to regrow them when Beau tears them up.
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[he glances over to the plants, still petting molly now absentmindedly] Oh, goodness... Is it some area of effect around you or do you need to concentrate?