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peaceourcargo November 24 2006, 23:42:02 UTC
"Um," Fletcher says, "You okay?"

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tends_to_panic November 24 2006, 23:57:01 UTC
He can't deal with this.

But of course one does, and after a moment he looks up with a tolerable semblance of calm. "I wouldn't go that far, but I'll survive. You mind telling me where I am? I think I took a wrong turn."

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peaceourcargo November 25 2006, 00:07:13 UTC
Yeeeeah okay, riiiight. But Fletcher's got that No I'm Fine tendency himself, so instead of pressing he tucks his hands in his pockets and says, "I don't know, really. It's somewhere. I was supposed to be back on Finity's End by now, but..."

He shrugs. "It's a planet. You can tell. The horizon works right and wind is right. I dunno about the ecosystem, though, it's kind of strange." He pitches his voice casual, but steady, like talking to Jeremy when he’s bouncing off the walls.

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tends_to_panic November 25 2006, 00:51:31 UTC
He should, Justin tells himself wryly, be used to being managed by teenagers by this time. He runs his hands through his hair and straightens, focusing. "It is, yes. But you didn't learn that on Finity's End, I'm guessing."

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peaceourcargo November 25 2006, 01:11:29 UTC
Fletcher grins sheepishly, and scuffs his shoe on the grass. "No," he says, "I was born on Pell, just after the war, and it was a while before Finity's End got back to the station, because of Mazian, so I got to be in the Planetary studies program."

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tends_to_panic November 25 2006, 01:34:56 UTC
"Really. That's something." But that brings up another discrepancy. He studies Fletcher carefully, trying to resolve it. "You spend long there?"

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peaceourcargo November 25 2006, 01:49:41 UTC
Fletcher stiffens. Pell was home for a long time, but the whole thing is kind of a sore spot. "Long enough," he says, short, almost snappish.

And promptly regrets it - he always tells himself he won’t do that anymore. “Long enough to pick up how a garden works,” he says, trying for something more amiable. He was the one who decided to talk to Justin, after all.

“Where’re you from?” he asks, with what is attempting to be a friendly smile.

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tends_to_panic November 25 2006, 02:04:22 UTC
Justin, for his part, leans back a casual degree or so and wills his heart rate down. "Cyteen."

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peaceourcargo November 25 2006, 02:12:48 UTC
"Oh," Fletcher says, more easily now, recovered from the slip, "I did kind of figure. You've got the same accent as Catlin."

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tends_to_panic November 25 2006, 02:35:24 UTC
"Catlin." The last person he would have expected, in reality or otherwise; Catlin the cipher.

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peaceourcargo November 25 2006, 03:01:13 UTC
Fletcher grins. "You do know her! I met her when I came here."

He might blush just the smallest bit, because Catlin is pretty and very, very cool. "We talked some."

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tends_to_panic November 25 2006, 03:20:41 UTC
"Friend of a friend," Justin says dryly. "That's interesting." It explains-- something. He's not quite sure what, yet.

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peaceourcargo November 25 2006, 03:37:13 UTC
Fletcher smiles, a little shyly. "I'm Fletcher," he says, "Fletcher Neihart."

He laughs a little. "But I guess you could guess that last part."

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tends_to_panic November 25 2006, 04:09:24 UTC
It gets a little smile in answer, not exactly easy, but no longer forced. "I'd have figured, yes. Justin Warrick," offering a hand.

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peaceourcargo November 25 2006, 04:19:50 UTC
"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Warrick," Fletcher says, because if a person isn't used to the formality they think it's funny, and if they are, that's good, and shakes.

He hesitates. "Can I ask you something?"

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tends_to_panic November 25 2006, 04:40:41 UTC
"It's Justin," Justin says, because it always has been, and Fletcher plainly isn't the media to be impressed. "Sure, go ahead."

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