Day 30: Staff, Morning

[damned_nurses]

Burly orderlies and agile Calm Effect nurses flooded the cafeteria from the Courtyard while regular hall nurses filed in from the Sun Room and ushered out those not involved in the rebellion. It indeed seemed as if Landel was sending out all the cavalry, and an effective cavalry they were: The riot didn't continue for much longer after the alarm

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[dawning_dreams]

[[ SORRY. D: I kinda realized that later after I made the post kldaklsfd. If it's any consolation, Cid'll have NO IDEA what he's talking about anyway? 8D And neither will I? ]]

Nathan hadn't been wrong about Cid's preconceptions of government, though given where he came from, he had some good reasons for the negativity. Cid tried to take that into account as he heard the other man's words - tried to think, hey, maybe that world's government was more like the times before Shin-Ra than like Shin-Ra itself, but he still couldn't wrap his mind around the comment. After all, why the hell would someone throw away the sky for something like that? He'd heard of some war heroes going into Shin-Ra management as soon they'd gotten some clout with the public, but those guys were scumbags and Cid found himself sorely disappointed that the other airman might be that brand of asshole.

Then again, the guy had already expressed his understanding of Cid's sentiments, and Reeve had turned out all right in the end even if he'd kinda been a pussy.

Literally.

Cid then turned his attention to Nathan's explanation of what he flew, and though he should've been expecting some alien jargon, his insane amount of expertise in the field didn't really allow him to fully brace himself for it.

"F-15 whatnow?" He blinked dumbly, scratching the side of his head. "Uh, Shin-Ra P56 Monstrenco here, along with pretty much everything else under the sun, but I've got a feelin' we ain't on the same technological ground."

[fly_petrelli]

Two pilots from two different worlds. Nathan supposed it made sense that he had no idea what a Shin-Ra P56 Monstrenco was, though he imagined that, unless Gaia or whatever was drastically different from his own home, they were used for the same end.

Really. War stories and technological babble wasn't really his expertise.

"I guess we're not. But flying's flying, right?" Even though he was all to aware that that was hardly the case in personal experience.

[dawning_dreams]

"Damn right," Cid managed a smirk, and though he wanted real bad to ask for gross detail on what an F-15 Eagle was, he held back for the sake of his pride. The man was his roomie, after all, which meant they'd probably be seeing a good amount of each other unless Nathan disappeared ominously like the last guy.

"So, I'm guessin' from what you said that you still fly now, right?" Cid asked as he leaned against the wall on the side of his bed, trying to look calm and cool even if he still felt really damn excited.

[fly_petrelli]

Nathan had to laugh at that. It was possible that, if he spilled the beans, Cid would be interested, even a little envious, considering how much he obviously loved to fly. Still, reservations remained ever-present, the result of a long, long time spent ignoring and holding back and wishing his ability would disappear for the sake of his career. Nathan just sighed.

"Yeah. I still fly." He probably didn't even have to ask whether Cid did or not.

[dawning_dreams]

[ On second thought ::so fickle:: I figured out another topic Cid would pursue in the conversation, so if you want to backthread until nightshift, that could work! Or ending the convo could too. Either way, YOU KNOW I'M COOL WITH ANYTHING. <333 ]

"That's great," Cid grinned, absentmindedly reaching into his pants pocket for a cigarette that didn't exist. The pilot stared down at his empty palm as he pulled it out again, wondering what amount of relaxation he must've achieved if he'd forgotten, even for just a split second, the craphole situation he'd landed himself in.

In any case, even if the guy was in politics, he still flew, so... heh, he could still be an asshole; pilots tended to be arrogant dicks as far as the stereotype went, and ...well, Cid's own personality wasn't helping the cause.

"So hey," he asked, turning the conversation in a different direction, "what's your world like, anyway? There any physics laws that can bend space-time, bridge alternate universes, and bring dead guys back to life?"

Cid could guess what the answer would be, but hey, a man could dream.

[fly_petrelli]

"Oh, just the usual," Nathan replied casually, with a grin that would probably imply that he was kidding. "Guys flying through the air, women punching holes in walls, office workers learning how to travel back in time..." His tone turned somber again as he realized he was in the same boat, wishing against all hope that there was some way...

But you couldn't get do-overs like that. Not in his world, not in this one. The hard truth of it was plain as day. He sighed again, for at least the thousandth time that hour.

"I haven't heard of anyone bringing the dead back to life, though."

[dawning_dreams]

"Right, right," Cid snorted good-naturedly in response to Nathan's joking, waving a hand at him as he looked away. The pilot didn't really notice the other man's expression turn somber, instead arching a brow thoughtfully and beginning to ramble himself. "Though I gotta say, in my world, one of my buddies, Tifa... man, she could punch through that and worse, and then I guess we have, y'know, sentient alien plagues, but..."

The pilot trailed off from his interruptive muttering as soon as Nathan added his last sentence. Cid blinked at his roomie, looking simultaneously amazed and dubious.

"Wait, y'serious?" As far as Cid's life experience went, he himself had some pretty sweet jumping skills, and then Tifa could kick ass, and then there was the sentient alien plague, but aside from some Haste-casting to speed movement up, he'd never heard of anyone achieving actual time travel.

So if Nathan's world actually had that... well, it could clear shit up, that was for sure.