Hitting balls.

[goddamnpartner]

A month. Marion had been on this goddamn island a month now and had seen neither hide nor hair of Indy, but she sure had seen a lot of Nazis. Okay, two and one of them claimed not to be, but that was two more Nazis than there was Indiana Jones and she didn't like those odds.

At least there weren't any snakes.

Wallowing in self-pity wasn't a thing

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[self_named]

Duo was beat up as hell from working on Deathscythe the greater part of the morning, because hauling scrap without machines to help was hard freakin' work. Satisfying, at least moreso than not doing anything, and the best part was, at the end of it, there was always Moist to tackle, harass, and just generally be married to. But to mix things up, he thought he'd hit up the rec room to see if there was anything interesting going on.

He stopped in the doorway, thoroughly surprised.

"...Marion?" he blurted incredulously. It probably wasn't. And he was pretty good at not freaking out at people he recognized, because here, you never knew. But it was just so damn unexpected.

[goddamnpartner]

"Yeah?" Half-expecting to see Indiana or someone else she knew when she glanced over her shoulder, the disappointment was etched plain on her face when she saw some man she was fairly certain she had never met.

Straightening up, she leaned on her cue and gave him a wary look.

"Do I know you?" She hoped not. He looked like a homeless mechanic of an...alternative persuasion. That hair was crazy.

[self_named]

"Uh," Duo said, acutely aware of the fact that he looked like he'd crawled out of a coal mine (although, he had to chide himself, check out the gun show), and absently dragged his knuckles across his forehead.

"Nnh... nno?" he ventured. "I mean- apparently not. Just a- total coincidence. Weird, huh?" He offered her a friendly grin and a hand, after it had been surreptitiously but thoroughly wiped, in one wringing motion, on a hand towel he had tucked into his waist band. It was still browner than he could ever remember seeing it, but that was a byproduct of living in the sun. But it was clean.

"Not that weird isn't commonplace, here. I'm Duo Maxwell."

[goddamnpartner]

Eyebrows raised and staying there, Marion looked at him.

"What coincidence?" she asked, not bothering to introduce herself. Apparently, he knew who she was. She ignored the hand, as well - not just because she might catch something.

[self_named]

Duo glanced from her expression to his hand, lifted his eyebrows a little and glanced at the pool table, then shoved both hands in his pockets and leaned against the jukebox, kicking his heel up against it.

"The fact that I was friends with someone who looked exactly like you and had the same name, a while back, before she disappeared the way people tend to. Happens here a lot."