Who: David Jason Bourne and you. What: Impersonating Bourne, all day erry day. When: All day Where: Pretty much all over the Barge. Warnings: SHIRTLESS NOT!BOURNE IN THE CES. Have fun with that.
0930 - BREAKFASTsixthanimorphJune 1 2011, 19:53:12 UTC
Okay, so maybe all day is an exaggeration. David's certainly grabbing breakfast as himself. He looks tired but grinning and satisfied, like a kid who stayed up all night to beat a tough video game. One benefit of morphing - he can eat enough to fill himself up as David and he'll still be full as Bourne. He's got a big bowl of cereal and orange juice - nothing too fancy.
He picks his usual spot, a table in one of the corners, allowing him to see everyone coming in from the main doors while himself being concealed by the mass of people coming and going through the line.
It's one of the tables Simon favours himself. The lack of exposure makes him feel more comfortable and he likes being able to watch as people come and go. He smiles tentatively as he spots David there. He doesn't know him well, but he does like him. He doesn't think David minds him, so it's only after a little hesitation he takes the seat next to him after carefully putting down his cereal.
David looks up and manages a grin as Simon sits down. No, he doesn't mind him. And he's genuinely proud of himself for keeping the new arrival from having to get involved in the messy business of kidnapping his warden. Guy didn't need to deal with that after only a few weeks on the Barge.
"Morning," David says between mouthfuls of cereal. He's eating like he hasn't eaten in days.
Simon's rather more careful with his own cereal, each mouthful slow and precise, though he doesn't seem put off by David's own enthusiasm with his food.
"Have you been all right?" he asks, holding his spoon still as he watches David or a response. Not the most exciting topic (and David certainly seems okay), but it's a start.
Sadly, David doesn't even seem to notice that his voracious assault on the cereal is a little off-putting to his companion. It's not that he's always a terrible eater like this, it's just that he really is this hungry. Morphing often is draining, and he's been morphing and demorphing dozens of times in the past few days. It's starting to get to him a little, but it's not like there's anyone he can talk to about that.
"Yeah," David swallows, nodding for emphasis. He sets down his spoon, giving his beleaguered cereal a brief reprieve. "Been pretty busy lately. Sorry I haven't been in touch. You doin' okay?"
The first few weeks are the worst. David remembers that from his own experience.
Simon nods. "I'm fine. I think I'm starting to get used to it." Which isn't a lie, but Simon knows he won't ever truly feel settled here. It's too unpredictable, too unstable, and he keeps thinking about home... about Lucy going to the police and telling them about how he'd killed Sally. About what could have happened to the others. It's not something he can ever ignore, but it's not something he can get off his chest either.
"I got a warden," he tells David a moment later. "Merlin."
David frowns, taking another bite and chewing on that. Both good news and bad news. "As much as you ever get used to it around here," he comments wryly after swallowing that latest bite - he doesn't know Simon's circumstances, but he knows what it's like to feel both settled and not settled. He's finally had to admit that the Barge isn't so bad now that he's got free rein to go wherever he pleases, but it's still not home. Not even close.
"Like, the wizard Merlin?" He has to stop himself from facepalming. What a stupid question. As if there was another? "How's he been so far?"
These wardens are getting worse and worse. First Bourne, then the goddamned Batman, and now Merlin? Who's next, Thor the God of Thunder?
He picks his usual spot, a table in one of the corners, allowing him to see everyone coming in from the main doors while himself being concealed by the mass of people coming and going through the line.
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"Hi."
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"Morning," David says between mouthfuls of cereal. He's eating like he hasn't eaten in days.
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"Have you been all right?" he asks, holding his spoon still as he watches David or a response. Not the most exciting topic (and David certainly seems okay), but it's a start.
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"Yeah," David swallows, nodding for emphasis. He sets down his spoon, giving his beleaguered cereal a brief reprieve. "Been pretty busy lately. Sorry I haven't been in touch. You doin' okay?"
The first few weeks are the worst. David remembers that from his own experience.
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"I got a warden," he tells David a moment later. "Merlin."
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"Like, the wizard Merlin?" He has to stop himself from facepalming. What a stupid question. As if there was another? "How's he been so far?"
These wardens are getting worse and worse. First Bourne, then the goddamned Batman, and now Merlin? Who's next, Thor the God of Thunder?
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