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✈ day one, spam

[Spam for the Hallway on Level One]

[It's like... a record skipping, or car breaks giving out just as you hit a patch of black ice. One minute, he's racing away from gunfire, dragging Sayid along with him, glancing back over his shoulder to track the progress of the van, knowing they're going to make it because this is what they were supposed to do, this was going to fix everything-

And then he... trips? Something hits him? He's not really sure, but whichever it is, he winds up face down in a hallway.

It's not exactly the strangest thing that's ever happened to him, but it still throws him off, makes him think what now before pushing himself up enough to look around, try to get his bearings back.]

Sayid!

[He's alone. Sayid's nowhere in sight, and neither is the van, or Hurley, or Jin or Miles. He pushes himself to his feet, and realizes he has less than no idea where he is. If it's somewhere in the Barracks, he's never been there before, and why would he have wound up here?

Was it a flash? It didn't seem like what the others had told him about, and if it was, why was he the only one who skipped ahead? Why would it have been a flash in the first place? Where the hell is he? He has to set off the bomb.

He's wearing a beige jumpsuit with JACK, WORKMAN stitched into the left pocket and a black and white octagonal patch above that with the word DHARMA in the center. There's a large red gash on his forehead that looks mostly scabbed over, a cloth bag tied around his waist, and he's sweaty, out of breath and desperate looking as he casts about, struggling to process what the hell is going on.]

Sayid? Hello?

[ooc: Multiples and fuzzy time welcome. c:]

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The...network? You really don't remember?

[He bites the apple again, because this is the best storage (???) and pulls out his communicator, poking at it a bit until he pulls up their conversation. He hands the device out to Jack.]

Here, look!

[He has other places he needs to be. Desperately. So he could tell this kid to back off and leave him alone, show him the exit, but instead, he takes the comm and looks over the conversation.

And stares.

And stares.

And looks back up at Scott in utter confusion, because he does not remember any of this, but that's him. Him from three years ago, back before the hatch was destroyed.]

What is this?

It's...[Scott trails off, brow furrowing.] You really don't remember.

[After a moment, he reaches out to take the comm back.] It's the Barge. It's, uh. For second chances and stuff.

[He's less concerned about that right now, and more focused on the fact that this kid knows.

He hands the comm back without argument, but keeps looking at him with the same mixture of confusion and surprise.]

You know about the Island.

Just what, um, you told me. [He tucks it back into his pocket, awkward now.]

I didn't...I was gonna look into it, I just...I can't really do anything from here.

That's not- [Why he's rattled, and he's definitely not going to hold it against him if what people are saying about this place is true.

Besides, they'd gotten off the Island, and that had turned out to be a mistake.]

That was three years ago. And I don't remember it happening.

Three years? [His hand clenches around the device in his pocket.] So did you...did you guys get off the island? Did someone find you?

[He lets out a shaky laugh, drops his gaze for a second, biting back the urge to lie about everything.]

Yeah. Yeah, someone found us. Just not really in the way we'd expected. [Or wanted. And they never should have left.]

[It's not the happy assurance Scott would have liked, and he frowns a little, leaning forward in his interest.]

What do you mean?

It's complicated. [Which is a cop out, and he knows it's a cop out, but he doesn't know if he can trust this kid, or if he should put that kind of a burden on him in the first place.]

Why are you here?

Uhm--

[--because he sometimes turns furry and kinda is being hunted and his girlfriend probably hates him and--]

It's complicated?

[He lets out a short huff of laughter. Fair enough, Scott.]

So we're in the same boat. [... Which he is not intending as a pun, but yes. They are in the same boat.

He does have another question though, even if he doesn't remember having that conversation.]

How did your frequency match up with the computer?

[The pun gets a smile. Puns are funny, anyone who disagrees is lying. At the question, he shrugs.]

I dunno. It just...happened. Everyone's phone thing connected to like. A whole ton of different places.

[That's the most encouraging piece of news he's had all day, even if his hopes are going to be dashed in about five seconds.]

Can it transmit a message out? [Not that there's any guarantee any of his friends will be able to get it, but he can try.]

Nnn...no. [He super wishes it could, though, judging by the earnest look on his face.] Not without the Admiral doing something, anyway.

Right. [It's more or less what he'd been expecting, but he still sounds disappointed. And frustrated.

Probably more frustrated.]

Has anyone ever actually seen the Admiral?

Sorry. [He mumbles it. Because he doesn't really know what else to offer.] Uhh--

[That earns a pause, and Scott has to actually think back, on when he first made his deal. He can't really remember much - not scent or sight. It's weird.]

I'm...Not really sure. I kinda just remember...an impression?

[It's still unfamiliar. Even with everything, with his gradual acceptance of destiny and fate and everything that had happened on the Island, that's still just completely bizarre, and he honestly just. Has no idea what to make of this. None at all.]

What do you mean?

Like, when I made a deal with him, it was...I know I talked to him. I mean, we made a deal. But I don't really remember him.

[The panicked adrenaline from before has completely tapered off in favor of just overwhelmed exhaustion and frustration, and it shows. He doesn't know what to do, where to go, how to respond to all this, and right now, the closest thing to a person he can talk to is apparently a teenager he'd apparently talked to three years ago.]

This is way beyond anything I've ever heard, let alone experienced. But thanks, for wanting to help. [And he means it. Scott hadn't exactly been shy about his genuine empathy for their situation, even if Jack still doesn't really understand how it happened.]

[Scott nods, but it's clear he's not particularly happy with how things have fallen out. He still wants to help.]

Do you, um. Need me to show you around, or whatever?

[It's probably that wanting to help, coupled with the fact that Scott is just a kid and he really does probably need to figure out what exactly he's dealing with that makes him agree instead of even bothering to try to turn him down.]

Sure. Thanks.

Okay, well - let's start with the deck, cause like, it's the craziest thing you're gonna see. We can get that out of the way, at least. [He's heading for the stairs, pausing to make sure Jack follows.]

Marsh [The guy with the giant metal spikes through his eyes? Yeah, that was fun.] Already took me up there. I still don't really understand how it's possible.

[But he still follows Scott and doesn't seem especially bothered by the idea of heading back up there. Maybe now he's a little calmer, he'll have more time to actually take it all in and figure out how to adapt to it.]

Dude, me neither. I don't get how any of this is possible but it's just...kind of easier to go with it, you know? [Like, werewolves exist! Surprise! So why not space you can breathe?]

Did he show you like, the CES and the pub and all too?

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