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OTA (nudge to those he's not met or who want to know him better)

May 30, 2009 19:24

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not_a_good_man May 31 2009, 00:45:04 UTC

Marcus was wandering. His shirt and pants were clean, feet stomped into the usual heavy boots, but the jacket he'd found in his room was beat up and well worn. A red band went around one arm. He needed his hand fixed, badly, but wasn't quite sure where to go. The clinic was out, as far as he knew, and it wasn't like he could stroll into a radio shack and ask for a replacement.

He hadn't really been looking, though, when he found McKay's. It was just an electronic repair shop, but it was probably the closest he would get. The question was, now, could he trust anyone working here not to lose their shit if they knew what he was?

"Hey," he said to the kid sitting inside, speaking from his place in the open doorway, "you open?"

not_johnconnor May 31 2009, 00:47:42 UTC

"Uh, no, not really." John looked up, sizing the man up. Strong, big; he had his gun under the workbench of course. "Is it an, uh, electronics emergency?" He did, after all, leave the door open.

Electronics emergency. That was funny.

not_a_good_man May 31 2009, 00:54:03 UTC

"Not...an emergency...just a question." He looked him over, eyes tracking as they always did, taking in the interior of the shop quickly. "What kind of tech you guys can handle."

not_johnconnor May 31 2009, 00:57:28 UTC

Yeah, John knew that look. "Depends on what you have," he answered, watching the man. "You're here now. Come on in."

not_a_good_man May 31 2009, 01:00:50 UTC

Marcus pulled his hands out of his pockets as he stepped inside. Both were gloved. He figured it would look even stranger if he only had the one, so simple black was covering both hands. "It's...different," he said, not sure how to prepare this kid for a cybernetic organism, "and...sensitive."

not_johnconnor May 31 2009, 01:04:17 UTC

Guy was very serious. But John could see his hands, which was good. Gloved hands. Weird.

"I think I can handle it," he said, dryly; wryly, keeping one of his hands near his gun.

not_a_good_man May 31 2009, 01:12:21 UTC

He still hesitated. But this wasn't his world. Maybe this kid would just think it was cool.

Doubtful.

"What year are you from?" he asked, knowing how out-of-the-blue it was, but also might give him a clue.

not_johnconnor May 31 2009, 01:14:38 UTC

That earned a gusted-out sigh. At least John was seventeen; the guy missed the eye-roll that would've come from his fourteen year old self. "2009. But I know people from ... a lot of different times." People who knew him from the future and somesuch. "I do have work here, if you'd rather come back another time." The stereo wasn't going to put itself back together, after all.

not_a_good_man May 31 2009, 01:16:50 UTC

2009. Marcus stepped forward and slid the glove off his exposed hand, holding out for John to see. "It's...been damaged." Maybe he'd think it was a prosthetic.

not_johnconnor May 31 2009, 01:19:24 UTC

Uh, no. Nope. John Connor knew a coltan hand when he saw it. He looked up at the guy's face again. "You're Marcus Wright." Friend of Star, of Kyle. Someone who knew him. In the future.

not_a_good_man May 31 2009, 01:23:07 UTC

He pulled his hand back on impulse, eyes snapping to John's. "Who are you?"

not_johnconnor May 31 2009, 01:25:40 UTC

"Are you Marcus Wright?" John asked, one eyebrow arched. Him first; that was one thing John knew since he was a small boy.

not_a_good_man May 31 2009, 01:28:55 UTC

Funny how they'd grown up with the same amount of distrust, a paranoia so deep it felt bred into him, both using it for survival.

But Marcus would give in. He nodded once, the metal fingers of his hand curling up into a fist.

not_johnconnor May 31 2009, 01:30:23 UTC

"I'm John," was all he said and he pulled his tool kit out from under the desk. "There's a stool over there." He nodded at Cameron's work area. "Pull it over and have a seat. I hear you met my mom."

not_a_good_man May 31 2009, 01:36:05 UTC

"John Connor," he said, not moving. This was John Connor? The change was unbelievable. Seeing Kyle older was one thing. Even as a teenager, Reese's eyes had been hard, strangely naive in his street smarts. Connor was different. He could see something of the man he'd known in this kid, the same solid way he squared his shoulders, but he was so much less worn, less tired.

Marcus jolted himself out of this memory and shifted sideways to grab the stool with his bad hand. The sound of metal on metal was heavy and he almost winced.

not_johnconnor May 31 2009, 01:38:26 UTC

John was used to it. He didn't wince. He watched how the hand moved, see. When Marcus was seated, he gestured for him to put his hand on the table. "John Connor, yeah." And he looked up at the other man. "Do you know me? In the future?"

This was always a mixed blessing, see. Someone else who had expectations of him. Someone else he might let down.

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