Will hadn't really been dry since he and Magnus picked up that supposedly docile vampire squid in the Gulf of Mexico, and he was getting really grumpy about it
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Helen hadn't exactly had the most pleasant of times herself. She didn't mind roughing it when the occasion called for it and had a great deal of experience trekking across a great variety of country, but when it came down to it, she rather liked having access to hot baths and good tea and all of her very nice things when she was ready to come home and relax
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And here Will was thinking of apologizing. But with that kind of greeting... not so much. He didn't look up from his game. "Above the coffee pot," he said, waving a hand in the general direction.
"That would make sense," Helen said quietly under her breath, reaching up for a mug and busying herself with making tea. As she waited on it to steep, she watched Will under lowered lashes.
"Is the game terribly fascinating? You seem quite occupied."
"It's just solitaire," he said. He picked up his mug to have a sip of coffee. Unfortunately, he noticed what Magnus was wearing about the time he was trying to swallow.
Freddie never did have more than the occasional cup of coffee, so he was pouring himself a glass of whatever flavor of the week juice was inside the fridge when he noticed the machine the man was fiddling with. It was tiny and, when he glanced over the man's shoulder, was a game of solitaire.
"What is that?" he asked, pointing at the thing and hoping that the man wasn't stupid enough to think he was talking about the game. He, of course, didn't choose to clarify which he'd meant.
"It's an iPhone," Will said, looking up. "The phone part's useless here, obviously, but I have a few games and apps and things that still work. It's more of a PDA at this point than anything."
Freddie looked he'd been about ten rounds with someone twice his size, but he also looked like he hadn't realized the fact, apart from the occasional wince when he moved wrong. He eyed the 'iPhone' curiously. "That things really a phone? It's so...small." And he wasn't sure what apps or PDAs were, either. Public displays of affection?
"Yeah. You've never seen a phone like this before?" Will had only had an iPhone since he started working at the Sanctuary; before that he'd had a little cheap flip phone with a battery that fell out every other day or so.
Uhura was fairing only slightly better with the rain. It just wasn't natural in her mind, this much of it, and she knew it wasn't natural for the island. Singing determinedly under her breath, really setting her mind to making the best of it, she headed into the kitchen for a cup of tea.
She glanced over at Will as she set the kettle on, quirking a brow at his bit of tech. "What have you got there?" she asked.
"Hey, Uhura. It's an iPhone," he said, turning it around to show her. "You know, supposedly a phone, but more like a tiny computer. Useless as a phone here, obviously, but it's got some games and things on it to pass the time with."
A phone, to Uhura, was an antiquated piece of technology, and the mention of it drew little more than an unmoved stare. But a computer, that she could be interested by.
"I always get confused on the progress of early 21st century tech," she explained, coming around the counter to Will's table, giving the iPhone a look over. "Remembering what came when. It looks so much like a PADD though. That's impressive."
"Early 21st century?" Will asked, a little amused. "You make it sound like that was a long time ago or something." Will wasn't about to rule anything out, however; his boss was a hundred and fifty-eight, after all, and figures from Arthurian legend were among his first patients at the Sanctuary, so if she was from the future somehow, he really wouldn't be surprised.
It's been a few difficult days. Possibly 'difficult' is the wrong word, but it's been a long year for Aaron Hotchner, and he can understand that what Pepper's done...it's in her best interests. Which doesn't make it easier to take. In times of difficulty, Hotch retreats to being quiet. After Foyet stabbed him, he read a lot of the books he'd always meant to.
He's picked up where he left off.
He glances up from the heavy book in his hand and finds himself watching the guy on his phone. He doesn't fall into profiling, but it's a conscious decision not to.
There was a feeling you got when someone was watching you, and Will had that feeling now. He looked up to see a man who seemed to be looking more at him than reading his book, probably just as bored by the constant rain as Will was. "Hey there."
"And not much else to do, with the rain and all," Will added. "Not a problem." He got up, going over to shake the guy's hand. "Will Zimmerman," he offered. "I've only been here a few days."
Chase saw the phone before he really took in any of the rest of the situation, but it was still the defining thing that took him out of things. "If you're trying to call for pizza, I'm not sure you'll get connected," he deadpanned, gesturing to the phone in the man's hands.
"Damn, I really had my heart set on deep-dish pepperoni," Will said, grinning. "Nah, it's okay, I know there's no signal out here. I was just messing around with solitaire. Anything to pass the time."
"I remember that," Chase said, as if reminiscing fondly as he tipped his gaze ceilingwards. "That was almost five years ago. Of course, I never even had my phone, just a page and there's only so much lazing around you can do with one of those." He offered a slight smile. "I'm Chase."
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"Is the game terribly fascinating? You seem quite occupied."
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He coughed hard, dropping his phone on the table.
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"What is that?" he asked, pointing at the thing and hoping that the man wasn't stupid enough to think he was talking about the game. He, of course, didn't choose to clarify which he'd meant.
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She glanced over at Will as she set the kettle on, quirking a brow at his bit of tech. "What have you got there?" she asked.
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"I always get confused on the progress of early 21st century tech," she explained, coming around the counter to Will's table, giving the iPhone a look over. "Remembering what came when. It looks so much like a PADD though. That's impressive."
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He's picked up where he left off.
He glances up from the heavy book in his hand and finds himself watching the guy on his phone. He doesn't fall into profiling, but it's a conscious decision not to.
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