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Text the day after Shit With Connor

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You're alright after the whole "Connor goes T-1000" thing, yeah?

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Yeah. What about you?

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More or less :') How's Jon?

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You could ask him yourself, you know.



I mean, he's fine. Something happened but he's crabby about it so I haven't pushed.

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You're the one who kept saying we'll just be at each other's throats if I bother him in person, do you really want that when we both feel like crap?

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Yeah, no, sorry. Anything I can do for you?

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Feel up for a drink or two?

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Always.

[ coming from the man who used to complain about wine giving him headaches. ]

Your cabin or the Lounge?

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Well, haven't you gotten fun. Lounge sounds good.

[And he'll show in a bomber jacket and jeans, looking that particularly fresh kind of 'hasn't slept well in the last forty-eight hours' hell as he leans against the bar from the inside, perusing the drinks on display.]

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Gotten fun. And what's that supposed to mean?

[ is martin worried when he comes into the lounge and sees the state tim is in? yeah, of course. he had been the closest with tim, had trusted him the most out of anyone else in the archives back when things had just gotten started. but he looks uninjured if exhausted, and so for once he'll keep his foot out of his mouth and not comment on it. ]

Nice jacket. Get me a cider while you're back there?

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Only that you weren't much of a drinker before. Now you're cracking open bottles of wine in front of me.

[He's ducking down to grab a cider from the fridge below, and in the same hand grabs a long-necked beer. When he turns back to deposit them on the bar, Martin will be able to see the band-aid on his forehead.]

I might just be able to drag you out to a club soon.

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Oh, yeah, can't you just see me out clubbing? Be the center of attention for sure.

[ a bit drily. he reaches for the bottle, eyes flicking to the band-aid but not lingering. ]

How'd it happen?

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Give yourself some credit, Martin, you're a handsome man.

[It takes a little more rummaging to find a bottle opener, which he does - again - one handed, popping his beer off before he passes the opener to Martin.]

Pistol-whipped.

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[ he snorts derisively but not unkindly as he takes the opener from him, popping the cap off his. ]

Yeah, well. We'll see. And your arm?

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[He gives a bit of a hollow smile as he shrugs.]

Hit him in the face with an extinguisher. Got it broke as payback. [He takes a quick swig.] Which feels fully unfair, since I didn't actually hurt him.

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Christ, Tim. I didn't think that's what you meant by more or less.

[ martin's exhale is shaky, and he gestures for tim to take a seat at one of the booths while he rummages for a second cider. he's barely touched the first, but he knows already he's going to want it. ]

I don't even know Connor.

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[Tim grabs another beer and the bottle opener before he heads to sit down at the booth, and reclines immediately into the plush cushions.]

That's why I said the lounge, I'm not convinced you won't tie to the bed to keep me there. At least here I can run.

[His humour dries up a little at the mention of the android, though.]

He's a fancy robot with removable skin. Jacobi reprogrammed him to go on a killing spree, but a few of us just got injured instead.

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Jon would probably frown at that.

[ it's a halfhearted joke, but martin's expression goes a little cold at the remark. ]

What an absolute arse. Just because dying here isn't permanent doesn't mean that it's fun.

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The impression I'm getting is that most of the Inmates here are right arses. And I'm not the only warden who's got a chip on his shoulder, either.

[Yes he'll admit it, it's not like it's a secret.]

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I mean- it's not like I haven't seen people change. BJ cut my head off because he was rollerblading with a scythe? [ he takes a long sip. ] I hate that that sentence doesn't even sound insane anymore. But he's a better warden than I am these days.

[ martin struggles for a moment, then- ]

Turning someone else into a weapon, though? That's actually just evil.

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I'm not really sure we have room to talk between "full-scale building assault by a sentient flesh hive" and "chased through hell by a personification of madness and fear".

[His tone there is dry, at least. He'll come back to BJ later, because that's a hell of a loaded name.]

Suppose it depends on how much you think of them as an actual person.

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I specifically meant change for the better and you know it.

[ how much are they people? jon's still a person, but he had fought to retain his personhood. martin's still not sure if that meant something, or if he just tells himself that to make him feel better. ]

I still can't believe we were only in those tunnels for- what, a few hours?

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[He takes another sip, but there's a wry smile there.]

I can't believe you were ready to fight Michael because it implied it was gonna kill Jon.

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[ and martin actually looks a little embarrassed by that. ]

God, could you imagine? He would have bloody ended me. At least getting stuck in the Lonely was comfortable.

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Sounds like it would've been more fun than the wax museum. 'S'probably for the best you got to sit out of that one, even if you hadn't had other plans.