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[prodigal_ocean]

[OOC note: Atlas has first dibs on action/comment logs in this post][There's a faint rattling noise and then the communicator turns on to show a young man staring into the feed with wide eyes, white showing all the way around. His hair hangs down in his face, black and dripping with seawater--and the sea itself is behind him, in twilight, crashing

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[businessfella]

Ya know the good Doc too? Nice lady, if she wasn't so damn worried 'bout those girls. Ain't nothing ya'll can do to stop her. She's a determined one if I've ever seen one.

[prodigal_ocean]

You're from Rapture too?

[businessfella]

Yes Sir, I sure am. Name`s Augustus Sinclair, owner of the Atlantic Express, Sinclair Solutions, Sinclair Deluxe and smaller businesses in my authority.

Meanin` you`re from Rapture too... How come I don`t know you?

[prodigal_ocean]

I don't live there. I sort of...crashed into it in an airplane.

[businessfella]

An airplane? Funny, pieces of those things are everywhere.

An` when did you come to visit our comfy city under the sea? If you know Tennenbaum, it`s sayin` somethin`.

[prodigal_ocean]

It's 1960, as far as I know. The crash was...well, yesterday sometime.

[businessfella]

1960? Ah, around the same time our dear Atlas is from. Are you familiar with him also?

[prodigal_ocean]

Atlas is a friend.

[Something strange in his voice as he says this.]

[businessfella]

That so? Definately an interestin` fella, though I still ain`t happy `bout his messin` `round with Andy but the past is the past. An` I ain`t mad at ya for bein` friends with him. Nope, not at all.

[prodigal_ocean]

Interesting, yeah. Who is Andy?

[businessfella]

Good ol` Andrew Ryan, of course. Never liked me calling him Andy very much... Well, ain`t like he was fond of much I joked with him.

[prodigal_ocean]

...Ah. Andrew Ryan.

[Well, this is awkward.]

[businessfella]

[roooofl...]

Don`t tell me ya`ll didn`t get to see him before he kicked the bucket.

[prodigal_ocean]

[Jack takes a long moment to answer. He could lie. Lies on top of lies...

Or he could tell the truth. Why should it matter? It's not as if Atlas is going to let him get close to these people anyway.]

I met him. I'm the one who killed him.

[businessfella]

Hah, you- ...

[Well, that managed to sober him up a bit.]

...You can`t be serious. Everyone knows Ryan was killed by-

[A few moments of silence.]

Can ya really be him?

[prodigal_ocean]

Everyone knows he was killed by who?

[There's a hard edge to his voice.]