[The record is an interesting switch, Sean will give the Lord that, but the utility is essentially the same as the communicators. He's exhausted, shit off, and unhappy with the deja vu overwhelming him.]
Sonuvva bitch. Yer killin' me with this. Once not enough? Gotta take somebody else's damaged goods, that how it is? Well, maybe I'm sick 'n tired
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[HI. RELIEVED GRAPPLE IS RELIEVED.]
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He even snatched you up, I see. Not too choosy, this Deior.
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[GRINNING.]
Where are you?
[She may or may not want to hug him, or at least confirm that this isn't a hallucination of some kind.]
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In a fuckin' cell, by the looks of it. Ya'd think our Lord an' Savior would try to make a better impression off the bat.
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...Wait until you see the rest of the place. It's not a set theme per deck like that stupid ship. It's pretty much like this all over.
[She's babbling now. Grapple stops talking and returns to her original topic.]
Now c'mon. Where are you?
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[Grudgingly, he picks himself up out of the bed and strolls on out to take a peek at the number outside his door. He leans in, squinting.]
2079.
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[And she's running down the hall, down the stairs and charging down the path to his room. When Grapple reaches the door she slows, suddenly scared that none of this is real.
Lifting a hand, she knocks on the door.]
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Aye? Who's there?
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I didn't think you were coming.
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Didn't know I was comin'.
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There's some of us here, from the boat I mean. A lot are missing though, and there's others too.
[Grapple should probably let go, and she will... in a minute. The woman pauses.]
...Why are you wet?
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[Sean considers.
Sean picks her up and rubs the top of his sopping head into her face.]
Well y'see, when the good ship sank to the ocean bottom, I got hit by a few waves.
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