Elliot heard the music as if from a very long way off, too absorbed in her current project to really pay much attention. At least, until the surf rolled in and completely ruined the sandcastle.
Hopping to her feet, she swore, wringing out the edge of her sarong and looking around as if to find someone to blame. Freed from her all-consuming task, she realized the music she'd heard was not, in fact, in her head - and actually came from a ways down the beach.
Curious now, she left the decimated sandcastle and made her way towards the sound. She wasn't entirely surprised to find Jim.
"What the frick is going on?" she asked, having to raise her voice over the music.
He snatched it back before she had another one of her 'sips'. He had a feeling the next one would leave him without any left entirely. He opened his bag of Cheetos, popping one in his mouth.
"What are you up to this morning? Didn't expect to see anyone wandering around yet."
"Morning, Abby. I don't know, really, I was just walking down the beach and there was my bag from home. I borrowed these speakers from my co-worker Ryan an hour or so before I came to this island, if I remember right."
He had snatched it for a party his roommate had been planning. Jim would never waste the money on something like that himself.
He snorted slightly, the bag still held out to her.
"All yours. Now, this would be even better if my bag appeared filled to the brim with junk food. I missed this stuff."
A brief, wistful smile appeared on his face as he patted his bag almost affectionately. "This thing has been with me for a while. Brings back some good memories."
Which probably sounded pathetic. It was just a bag, after all.
"Party at Jim's place," Veronica said, awestruck, at the sound of music. "What is all this?" She was sore from yesterday's activities, but the heat trumped bruises and cuts (damn monkeys), and she was back in the tank top again.
"This, my friend, is my messenger bag. Straight from home. I don't know how it got here, but I am not complaining. Look, it even has the soda I bought a little bit before I came to this crazy place."
He held up the soda to show her. It was then he noticed something amiss and he motioned slightly to the cuts.
Veronica grinned. "You got lucky. The island sent me old pictures." Veronica flopped down on the side next to him. "My God, I never thought I'd see soda again . . ."
She shrugged. "Training session with Arya." She was so not going to say Monkeys.
"Guess I did," he agreed, a grin gracing his features. "Island's probably making up for the shitty week. This has been one of the...far better days I've been here."
He offered the bottle over to her. "Want some? I just opened it. Have some Cheetos too."
When she first heard the music on the beach. River was afraid that the jukebox had somehow extended it's reach, that the island was playing with her in some new way. She was worried until she saw that it was just Jim. He looked so pleased, he had clearly found something of his own.
He had also found a snack and looked so content she had to smile at him. "Hello."
River took a "Cheeto" from the package and eyed it warily. There was no way it could taste worse than Simon's cooking, so she ate it. It was crunchy and didn't taste like anything she could compare it to.
"It's very... orange."
As were her fingers now that they were covered in Cheeto dust.
"Is this a representative food from your home world?"
"Representative food?" he asked, looking thoughtful. "Well, it IS a food from my world, yes. Mostly something you snack on between meals. Sort of curbs your appetite. I think orange is a good word to describe it."
"You have cheetos and music," Joe accused, walking along the beach, although he wasn't entirely sure Jim could hear him above the music. "I want cheetos and a..." He cocked his head. "What the hell is that thing?"
Jim looked up, Cheeto in hand. He crunched down on it, looking utterly satisfied as he swallowed.
"I do have Cheetos and music," he agreed. "Want some Cheetos? Still fresh. The vending machine guy must have just put it in before I bought it when I was back home."
He looked at his iPOD, then back at him.
"Oh! This is...an iPOD. Never saw one of them? It holds a ridiculously large amount of songs. Like, in the thousands. Mine's sort of an old model, though. I was too cheap to buy the new one that plays television shows and stuff."
"My messenger bag. That suddenly appeared out of thin air. Not that I'm complaining, mind you."
He took a sip of his Pepsi. Yes, he would miss soda again once this was gone. He motioned to the bag next to him with the hand holding the Cheetos bag.
"It's weird. I'm pretty positive it has all the stuff I had in it before I popped in here. I left it at my desk, though, so...you got me how it's here now."
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Hopping to her feet, she swore, wringing out the edge of her sarong and looking around as if to find someone to blame. Freed from her all-consuming task, she realized the music she'd heard was not, in fact, in her head - and actually came from a ways down the beach.
Curious now, she left the decimated sandcastle and made her way towards the sound. She wasn't entirely surprised to find Jim.
"What the frick is going on?" she asked, having to raise her voice over the music.
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He was overly cheerful, even for him.
"This would be my bag. And my music. I love this island."
He waved his bottle of Pepsi invitingly. "Want a sip? It's real soda."
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She yoinked the bottle and took a sip. Okay, so it was more like a swig. All right, it was a gulp. A big one.
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He snatched it back before she had another one of her 'sips'. He had a feeling the next one would leave him without any left entirely. He opened his bag of Cheetos, popping one in his mouth.
"What are you up to this morning? Didn't expect to see anyone wandering around yet."
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"Jim! Who did you bribe to get iPod speakers and do they have any more?"
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"Morning, Abby. I don't know, really, I was just walking down the beach and there was my bag from home. I borrowed these speakers from my co-worker Ryan an hour or so before I came to this island, if I remember right."
He had snatched it for a party his roommate had been planning. Jim would never waste the money on something like that himself.
"Hey, want a Cheeto?"
He held up the bag for her.
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"And I most definitely want a Cheeto," she said as she sat down next to him.
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"All yours. Now, this would be even better if my bag appeared filled to the brim with junk food. I missed this stuff."
A brief, wistful smile appeared on his face as he patted his bag almost affectionately. "This thing has been with me for a while. Brings back some good memories."
Which probably sounded pathetic. It was just a bag, after all.
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He held up the soda to show her. It was then he noticed something amiss and he motioned slightly to the cuts.
"...And what the hell happened to you?"
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She shrugged. "Training session with Arya." She was so not going to say Monkeys.
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He offered the bottle over to her. "Want some? I just opened it. Have some Cheetos too."
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He had also found a snack and looked so content she had to smile at him. "Hello."
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"Morning, River. How's it going? Want a Cheeto?"
He offered the now open bag, waving it inticingly.
"Granted, its completely devoid of any nutrional value, but it sure tastes good."
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"It's very... orange."
As were her fingers now that they were covered in Cheeto dust.
"Is this a representative food from your home world?"
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He moved to turn down his music a tad.
"You guys have anything like that?"
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"I do have Cheetos and music," he agreed. "Want some Cheetos? Still fresh. The vending machine guy must have just put it in before I bought it when I was back home."
He looked at his iPOD, then back at him.
"Oh! This is...an iPOD. Never saw one of them? It holds a ridiculously large amount of songs. Like, in the thousands. Mine's sort of an old model, though. I was too cheap to buy the new one that plays television shows and stuff."
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He took a sip of his Pepsi. Yes, he would miss soda again once this was gone. He motioned to the bag next to him with the hand holding the Cheetos bag.
"It's weird. I'm pretty positive it has all the stuff I had in it before I popped in here. I left it at my desk, though, so...you got me how it's here now."
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