I fail to see the problem here. These dogs are paid with affection and boarding, you with money. It's the same principle. [definitely calling martin a dog.]
[he waves a hand] I didn't, so it's fine. It was during that... Swear In? That nonsense they wanted all the imPorts to go to. Frankly I don't know why I bothered.
If Tim or Sasha ever show up I'm telling them you called all of us dogs. [ is this a threat? it sounds vaguely like one. that last part still has him slightly distressed, though. ] And still, I'm sorry I didn't know. Have you been alright? Your own powers and all that?
Tim might as well be. [jon HUFFS but then-] ... do not tell Sasha that though. [he knows to fear sasha, ok]
It's fine, Martin, if I had needed anything I promise I would have told you as much. You're the only damn person I trust here anyway. [some he liked well enough but it took a while for jon to trust people] They're... annoying. Set off easier, there's more emotion behind them. Not as bad as some at least.
You trust me? [ martin seems to realize a split second after he says it that it sounds pretty silly, and he shakes it off, hastily adding- ] Well, um, I mean, yeah. Do let me know if there's anything I can do. It's- you know, it's kind of strange? Not going in to work every day to see you and Tim and Sasha. Not that I really had to "go" anywhere, living in that side room and all.
[ he considers that last part, then nods. ] I trapped myself in my apartment for about a day and a half... pretty embarrassing, you know? It's why I adopted Molly and Beau, I think. Good to have company. [ martin why didn't you caLL SOMEONE ]
Yes, you are literally the only person I'm remotely familiar with. [and he isn't season 2 yet. he walks further in, looking down at the ruined cushion with distaste. clean your house, martin???] Agreed, I feel rather- well, it doesn't matter. This will be quite the statement to make when we get back, assuming we get back and assuming we remember anything.
You what? [martin] For god's sake Martin, did you lose your communicator as well?
You know it's the kind of statement that no one else is going to believe, right? [ beau JUST destroyed that cushion ok he hasn't had time to clean it up... but he brings jon a cup of tea, gesturing for him to sit in a chair that still seems in tact. ] And what? No! It just seemed silly to call for help. I had plenty of food, and it wasn't like I was, you know, under siege this time... people had bigger things to worry about.
Yes, Martin, I am well aware of that. The most evidence we'd have is each other's words, which could easily be dismissed as some shared delusion- I am not discounting that as a possibility either, mind you. [he takes the tea and sits down, though not before looking the chair over for what, jon? a trap?? dog drool, probably.
enjoy the withering look he throws you, martin] That is the most daft reasoning I've heard in a while, and I work with idiots. Honestly Martin, what if some old injury had opened up while you were trapped? Or some other ridiculous thing happened? Do not pull something like that again, at least text me about it.
[ martin is mostly just privately pleased that jon, well- cares, and so he's smiling a little when he takes a seat on the half of the couch that hasn't been destroyed. he takes a sip of his tea and pointedly remarks- ]
You didn't tell me when you almost caught on fire. You can't really berate me for not raising alarm bells when my plants got a little- overzealous, but- yeah, yeah. Alright.
The situation was already taken care of and I wasn't in danger of being immolated, it's hardly the same. [he huffs but has some of that tea, considering it for a moment before nodding. approved, good tea, you did it, martin.] Good. We apparently 'come back to life' here but I would very much rather not test this theory.
[the deepest of sighs] What a mess. I never thought I'd be eager to get back to worms.
You're eager to get back to worms? Because I'm not. [ and psh jon, whatever, martin's worked at the institute long enough to know how you like your tea thank you very much!! ] I'm more than happy to stay here with my - dogs and weird plants for as long as I'm allowed, thank you very much.
I'm eager to get home and back to work that isn't trivial nonsense. [he could do without the worms. good thing they'd definitely have no problems there, huh!!! huh!!] And to solve the problem of the worms- somehow. Someway.
[because that's been working so well, huh.] I suppose it's reasonable this is something of a vacation for you.
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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[he waves a hand] I didn't, so it's fine. It was during that... Swear In? That nonsense they wanted all the imPorts to go to. Frankly I don't know why I bothered.
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It's fine, Martin, if I had needed anything I promise I would have told you as much. You're the only damn person I trust here anyway. [some he liked well enough but it took a while for jon to trust people] They're... annoying. Set off easier, there's more emotion behind them. Not as bad as some at least.
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[ he considers that last part, then nods. ] I trapped myself in my apartment for about a day and a half... pretty embarrassing, you know? It's why I adopted Molly and Beau, I think. Good to have company. [ martin why didn't you caLL SOMEONE ]
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You what? [martin] For god's sake Martin, did you lose your communicator as well?
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enjoy the withering look he throws you, martin] That is the most daft reasoning I've heard in a while, and I work with idiots. Honestly Martin, what if some old injury had opened up while you were trapped? Or some other ridiculous thing happened? Do not pull something like that again, at least text me about it.
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You didn't tell me when you almost caught on fire. You can't really berate me for not raising alarm bells when my plants got a little- overzealous, but- yeah, yeah. Alright.
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[the deepest of sighs] What a mess. I never thought I'd be eager to get back to worms.
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[because that's been working so well, huh.] I suppose it's reasonable this is something of a vacation for you.
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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?