Cayce was on her way to forage for more supplies (her bottled water stash was running low) when she glimpsed John outside of Star Tours. "Hey there!" she called out, and waved.
Harvey waved. Nice girl. Name began with a C ... Cayce, that was it. As in Casey Kasem and the Top 40 Countdown. "Hello!" he said back, taking a few steps towards her.
"Water, mostly. Maybe some snacks and fruit. Want to come with? If you don't have any other insanely pressing buisness, that is," she joked. Because honestly, who did have insanely pressing business around here?
"Snacks! Excellent! I'd love to come. Let me see if it'll fit into my shed-yool ..." Harvey looked at an imaginary piece of paper in his hand. "Do you know, I can just fit it in!"
Inside his head, John was yelling. "Cayce! Get away from him! Or ... hit him. Yell rape! Something!"
A pity for Cayce that telepathy didn't work. At least not for the likes of her and Crichton. Something about his diction almost registered as odd, but for the time being, she just figured that he was being a goof.
"Fabulous. Think I'll head over to Adventureland -- they've got some fruit stands there."
"Fruit stands, you say? Does it also do the hokey pokey?" Harvey was a goof when he wanted to be, certainly. He started walking, hoping Cayce would follow. John wasn't enough of a gentleman that he would offer to carry anything for her, was he?
((Gah, sorry, lunch turned into studying which turned into final which turned into eating my brain. I can tag in a couple more times tonight, but tomorrow I'm done, so ther ewill be much doing of things!))
"Oh, har har. How have you kept that talent for puns hidden for so long?" A couple of quick steps and she was walking alongside him, keeping pace easily.
((No worries. Hope the final went well! I'm not going to be up for much longer, being ded of tired, but I'll be around Friday all day.))
"Didn't want to scare you with my prowess, my dear." Harvey bites the inside of his cheek. He might have gone too far on that one. Hopefully, she'll take it as just a silly-John mannerism and not as a sign of his presence.
Cayce gave him a raised-eyebrow look. "'My dear'? Been hanging out with Mr Fell, have we?"
She didn't have enough to go on, yet, to figure out what was going on with John. So far, she was putting all this down to him being in a weirdly goofy mood. Though there was a fleeting impression of something... Or perhaps it was just her imagination.
See the problem with biting his cheek was that he was also biting John's cheek when he did that. "Hey! What have I told you about messing with the packaging! You can't return it and get a new one like the wannabe con that you are, so stop messing around in my body before you start making structural changes.
He saw what was going on. Harvey was going to lure Cayce in, though he had no idea what for. Maybe if he could be distracting enough Harvey would slip and Cayce would notice.
"Structural changes? Like the braces you used to wear, you mean?" Harvey couldn't recall at the moment if John had actually had braces as a child or not. But with all his brain had been through, who could say?
"No, but I'm clearly Holmes, so that must make you my dear Watson. Right?" Harvey moved his fingers against his sides as he walked, tapping out a message in Morse code of "please, let her buy it ..." Well, he would have if he had known Morse code. As it was, he was tapping out the bass line to Another One Bites The Dust.
John hated it when Harvey got the facts messed up. Somehow it was even more insulting to have the guy in his brain if he couldn't even suss out the details any better than one of those crappy cops on those endless Law and Order rehashes. "Susan. Susan had the braces, Olivia had appendicitis, all I got was a broken leg when I fell off the roof on the Fourth of July." He had been eight. He had wanted a better view of the fireworks. Dad hadn't been impressed.
He scoffed at the latest line. "Holmes and Watson? She is so gonna nail your ass, Moriarty." Not that John didn't say things like that all the time, but there was no context in this particular situation. John scuffed a mental shoe against the floor, tapping out a message in Morse code of "please let her see right through it..." Well, he would have if he had known Morse code. As it was, he was tapping out the opening bass line to White Rabbit.
Cayce looked at him hard. "John, what is up with you today? Has Daniel been letting you into his coffee stash or something?"
There was another possibility ... Feel free to knock me out. Uh, gently. Only even if it was Harvey, he wasn't really being a problem (unless you considered "deliberately deceptive" a problem, which Cayce, given her history, was inclined to do), and if were John just being a dork, he probably wouldn't take kindly to being decked on mere suspicion. She wondered how much Harvey knew about her, about what John had told her, and whether there might be some way to catch him out.
"Oh, of course. My mistake -- but it's understandable, isn't it? I'm not the one who had to live through your childhood."
Well, there went Harvey's plan to start putting false memories into John's brain. It'd probably be much easier if John were constantly having new and exciting experiences, but being trapped in the same place with no bad guys to shoot left your days somewhat repetitive. Then again, maybe eventually he'd get so bored that Harvey would be able to do whatever he wanted.
"No, no coffee for me. Affects your brain, you know. Makes you crazy. Hence Daniel."
Harvey was starting to suspect Cayce's suspicions. He walked a little slower, so that if she tried to hit him or anything he'd see it coming. Not that he was inclined to violence himself, but he suspected John's body, if provoked, could put up a nice fight. Assuming, of course, that it cooperated. He began rubbing his thumb and forefinger together, in a rhythm almost (but not quite entirely) unlike Beethoven's 5th.
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She didn't notice anything wrong. Not yet, anyway.
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And Harvey was going to try to keep Cayce convinced she was talking to John until he needed something from her.
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Inside his head, John was yelling. "Cayce! Get away from him! Or ... hit him. Yell rape! Something!"
((Tagging out for a bit -- I need lunch.))
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"Fabulous. Think I'll head over to Adventureland -- they've got some fruit stands there."
((np!))
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((Gah, sorry, lunch turned into studying which turned into final which turned into eating my brain. I can tag in a couple more times tonight, but tomorrow I'm done, so ther ewill be much doing of things!))
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((No worries. Hope the final went well! I'm not going to be up for much longer, being ded of tired, but I'll be around Friday all day.))
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((Night!))
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She didn't have enough to go on, yet, to figure out what was going on with John. So far, she was putting all this down to him being in a weirdly goofy mood. Though there was a fleeting impression of something... Or perhaps it was just her imagination.
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He saw what was going on. Harvey was going to lure Cayce in, though he had no idea what for. Maybe if he could be distracting enough Harvey would slip and Cayce would notice.
But hell, when had any of his plans ever worked?
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"No, but I'm clearly Holmes, so that must make you my dear Watson. Right?" Harvey moved his fingers against his sides as he walked, tapping out a message in Morse code of "please, let her buy it ..." Well, he would have if he had known Morse code. As it was, he was tapping out the bass line to Another One Bites The Dust.
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He scoffed at the latest line. "Holmes and Watson? She is so gonna nail your ass, Moriarty." Not that John didn't say things like that all the time, but there was no context in this particular situation. John scuffed a mental shoe against the floor, tapping out a message in Morse code of "please let her see right through it..." Well, he would have if he had known Morse code. As it was, he was tapping out the opening bass line to White Rabbit.
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There was another possibility ... Feel free to knock me out. Uh, gently. Only even if it was Harvey, he wasn't really being a problem (unless you considered "deliberately deceptive" a problem, which Cayce, given her history, was inclined to do), and if were John just being a dork, he probably wouldn't take kindly to being decked on mere suspicion. She wondered how much Harvey knew about her, about what John had told her, and whether there might be some way to catch him out.
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Well, there went Harvey's plan to start putting false memories into John's brain. It'd probably be much easier if John were constantly having new and exciting experiences, but being trapped in the same place with no bad guys to shoot left your days somewhat repetitive. Then again, maybe eventually he'd get so bored that Harvey would be able to do whatever he wanted.
"No, no coffee for me. Affects your brain, you know. Makes you crazy. Hence Daniel."
Harvey was starting to suspect Cayce's suspicions. He walked a little slower, so that if she tried to hit him or anything he'd see it coming. Not that he was inclined to violence himself, but he suspected John's body, if provoked, could put up a nice fight. Assuming, of course, that it cooperated. He began rubbing his thumb and forefinger together, in a rhythm almost (but not quite entirely) unlike Beethoven's 5th.
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