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[hearthethoughts]

Yesterday was a big day for Matt Parkman. He met Captain James T. Kirk, Mickey Mouse, shapeshifters, bouncers with tiny elephants, and not one, but two Ghostbusters along with a dead girl far too nice to be a zombie

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[hero_jack]

Jack's walking in from the lake, blah blah emo OOM.

He grabs a beer, lights another Malboro (he's going through them so fast) and scans the bar.

Girl, girl, guy, girl, thing, not sure what that is--woah hey. That guy? This guy right here? Looks a lot like...nah.

Nontheless, Matt has a spinal surgeon staring up at him.

[hearthethoughts]

Matt's prone to hearing thoughts see. Unlike a certain pilot.

Matt stirs. Depending on Jack's Angle, he might look more like a sleepy version of a certain pilot, and less like a police officer.

Groaning, Matt pulls himself into a sitting position and spots said surgeon.

Cue a quizzical eyebrowraise?

[hero_jack]

Cigarettes hurt when they fall out of your mouth and onto your hand. For future reference.

Jack winces, and curses under his breath and wishes he was a doctor--wait.

He sucks on the burn wound and puts the cigarette out, and moves foward to this guy. "You don't pilot airplanes by any chance?"

Whut. This is valid.

[hearthethoughts]

Matt's wearing a big shiny policebadge and a nice blue uniform. This is only slightly odd.

Then again, last night he was mistaken for a criminal named Leverett, so-

"...No?" Matt tilts his head, "-Sorry. I'm kinda scared to fly actually."

Pilot's a new one.

"You okay buddy?"

[hero_jack]

"Fine." Jack nods, vaguely, with a slight wild eye look, but he's Jack Shepherd, and this is how he always looks.

Crazy.

"You just...look like this pilot I knew."

[hearthethoughts]

O Rly?

"...Yesterday some crazy ex-detective accused me of being a criminal named Leverett." Matt shrugs and grins, "This pilot a good guy at least?"

[hero_jack]

Ya Rly.

"He's dead." Jack winces, and shrugs back. "Something...ate him."

[hearthethoughts]

Oh.

Well um-

Matt's gone visibly green at that, "...Jesus. Something? S-"

Matt thinks something, Matt thinks a tiger. Or a Lion, "...Damn."

He gets this might be a problem, "You wanna sit?" Ignore the cop trying to cover his face in case it brings up bad memories.

[hero_jack]

"Sure." He nods. And sits. And drinks his beer. "I didn't know him long. Flew the plane, crashed, got eaten."

[hearthethoughts]

"...Everybody should know people that long. Makes lives easier." Matt is trying not to stare longingly at Jack's beer, "...Think of his epitaph."

The snark makes Matt frown at himself, "....A planecrash? Is that-"

The guy's confused.
Very, Very, confused.

[hero_jack]

"Flight 815. From Sydney to LA...crashed somewhere." He shrugged. "Been on an island for a while. With people trying to kill us. Great vacation spot."

[hearthethoughts]

Matt scratches the back of his head, "...are you sure you didn't crash at club med?"

Bad joke.

"...I'm sorry man." And with people trying to kill you. Yeesh, "...No rescue at all? None of that?"

[hero_jack]

"No one knows where we are. We don't know where we are. We're screwed. But most of us are okay."

[hearthethoughts]

"....And you found this place in the middle of a tropical island?"

That's service.

"...Good to know at least." Matt shakes his head, "-Even if my lookalike got eaten. Are there lions or something on the island?"

[hero_jack]

"Polar bears." He said, frowning. "But your lookalike got eaten by a monster made of smoke."

Yes.

He said it.

Get that motherfucking smoke monster off his motherfucking island!

[hearthethoughts]

Matt is wondering if this man might be crazy.

"....A smoke monster."

The mun hypothisizes several things about the smoke Monster, but Matt is not about to guess.

"...How hard can it be to find someone on an artic island?" Matt pauses, "...I mean, polar bears right? It's gotta be snowy.."