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[inthedeadzone]

Several hours had passed, long enough for Capa to be taken to the clinic, long enough for him to find a place to stash the suit, hoping no one would tamper with it while he was gone. It wasn't the suit itself he cared about, only that it would be in good condition when he found the right equation to get off the island

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[fuckjazztoo]

There is a draft. It's the first thing 1900 notices on his way down the hall in the opposite direction; there is a draft, and a man standing in the doorway. 1900 doesn't think he's seen the man before (but then, he hasn't seen most people), but the man is standing in the doorway letting in cold air and rogue snowflakes and 1900 is compelled to approach him. One would think these people had never seen a snowstorm before.

He is halfway to asking him to please shut the door when he pauses after catching sight of the man's expression. He clears his throat and says, amicably, "Hello. You look a bit lost." 1900 knows that look entirely too well.

[inthedeadzone]

Still considering the sky, Capa shook his head, although that wasn't strictly the truth. They were all lost, every one of them on this island, and Capa wondered if they'd all hit some sort of Bermuda Triangle, a rift in time and space. "No, I was just looking for something," he answered, pulling the door shut and closing out the window and the snow. "I know where I am as well as everyone else here does, which isn't very well, I guess."

But it was enough. He had the facts. Island, usually tropical, unable to leave.

[fuckjazztoo]

1900 shrugs, glancing at the snow one more time before the door is closed. "Most people seem to have accepted the kidnapped-to-a-foreign-island thing," he says. "Sometimes, I still wonder when the ship will float up and I can go home. But I haven't been here very long." He grins a bit sheepishly and shrugs again.

"And that's probably not very interesting. Did you just get here?"

[inthedeadzone]

Nodding, Capa leaned against the wall behind him, one hand going absently to his chest. Beneath his shirt, he could feel the stitches and he rubbed his fingertips against them briefly. "A few hours ago," he confirmed.

Saying I fell from the sun seemed rather dramatic and so he didn't say it. Instead, he just said, "I hit the ground outside in the snow."

[fuckjazztoo]

"I guess it goes without saying that you've caught us in an off-color time." He gestures towards the door (well, the snow outside of it) significantly. "That is, if someone's already told you there isn't always so much-" Another vague gesture, as he searches for a suitable word. "-white. Around here."

He wants to ask what were you looking for? - but that feels a bit too personal and he extends a hand with a smile, instead. "My name is 1900. It's nice to meet you, er...?"

[inthedeadzone]

He had been told, but he wasn't sure he believed it just yet. Coming from a world where 'tropical islands' had been part of a history long past made it difficult to picture a green island under all that white.

"Capa," he said, reaching out to shake the offered hand. "Robert Capa. It's nice to meet you." Strange to be meeting new people after so long on Icarus with the same seven member crew, but not bad.

[fuckjazztoo]

"Does it matter which one you're called?" 1900 asks, because he has a string of names no one ever calls him, and it always makes him pause when someone introduces themselves in two different ways. He'd like to think that the first way, by nature of being first, is the preferred one- but he's been wrong before.

And now that they've gotten introductions out of the way, "What were you looking for?" It's the only logical next step.

[inthedeadzone]

"No, it doesn't matter. Most people call me Capa," he answered without giving it much thought. Most people before Icarus had called him Doctor, but no one on the ship had used that prefix. He'd always been just Capa to them.

"I... was looking for a ship," he admitted. "It was stupid, there's no possible way I'd be able to see her even if she was anywhere above the island."

[fuckjazztoo]

"Capa it is, then." He nods, grinning a bit. Then comes the part about a ship, and for a moment he thinks Capa might be from a ship, the kind he himself is from- but, "Above the island?" 1900 has seen planes of various shapes and sizes, but something that could be called a ship is, as far as he's concerned, rather large compared to most things, and to have one up in the air? Sounds entirely impossible. He raises an eyebrow.

"What would it be doing up there?"

[inthedeadzone]

"We were traveling to the sun," Capa answered. When he'd boarded Icarus II, there had been no confidentiality waiver to sign, nothing to tell the astronauts to keep the mission a secret, but he'd honestly never imagined being in this situation. In truth, Capa had expected to die up there. "The star was dying, we were bringing a nuclear bomb in order to reignite it. Earth was in a solar winter."

[fuckjazztoo]

1900 has been on the island for almost a month. In this time, no one has bothered to inform him that it's no longer the 1940s. So when traveling to the sun comes up in conversation, he has no idea what in hell that's supposed to mean. "In all honesty," he says slowly, looking at Capa like he might be lying or, possibly, insane. "That sounds a bit- out there. If you will. Can we go back to the part where there was a ship in the sky?" Because 1900 is still stuck on the mental image of a cruise ship up among the stars.

[inthedeadzone]

Capa frowned faintly at that and nodded, beginning to wonder if he'd not only fallen to a different world, but a different time. "A space ship," he explained. "Called Icarus II. What year, exactly, was it before you arrived here?"

[fuckjazztoo]

"I didn't have a calendar for some time," 1900 says, because that sounds much more normal and simply forgetful than I was alone on an abandoned ship for at least a few months, and I didn't really pay much attention to the date. His perception of spacecrafts are little rocket things launched by Germans that caused quite a stir and certainly did not look, in the pictures, like they could make it to the sun. "The war had just ended, though. '45, '46?"

[inthedeadzone]

There had been no war going on in 2045 and Capa's eyebrows drew together as he watched 1900 curiously. "1945, right?" he asked, just to be sure. "I wasn't born until the year 2030. It was 2050 when Icarus I went up to attempt to save the sun and it was 2057 when Icarus II went into space and I went with it."

[fuckjazztoo]

"1945," 1900 agrees with a nod, before the other numbers sink in and he makes a distinctly puzzled face. Either Capa is lying to him, he's completely insane, or he's entirely sane and utterly truthful and something is very, very odd about that concept.

On the other hand, it sounds very interesting. The voyage itself doesn't sound very fun- a dying sun? Really? But it's interesting anyway. "Did you do it, then? Light the sun back up?"

[inthedeadzone]

"I don't know," Capa admitted, watching the other man, almost waiting for him to do something distinctly historic, but he seemed just like anyone else. "Beyond a certain point the equations were impossible. Trying to predict what might happen was useless and before I could release the bomb into the sun, I ended up here."