Oh Ben! What's freaky about a tiny long-haired tabby cat carrying a glowing marble?
Okay, maybe that's not the best question.
She stops, tilting her head to one side and watching Ben's face with eerie focus. Cy trots over and sits next to his foot, puts the marble down, and says...
Ben is not so freaked out that a little cat (and something glowing) would evade his notice. He blinks, looking down at the tiny creature that's standing next to him, unsure whether to stare more at the cat or at the globe.
Was he hit on the head too many times? He had taken a brutal beating, but then he had had worse, and even then he didn't hallucinate; but perhaps what was happening was a combination of all the times he had been punched in the face, hit in the head, ~altered by the Island~, and whatever else you could name that might justify why he's imagining a talking cat.
As he hasn't figured it out yet, he'll continue to stare.
(Ben Linus, it must be said, may be one of the few humans who could stare down a cat.)
And here's Sark who is just out for a nice, little jaunt in the park and not really expecting new wanderers. Especially since he rather avoids the whole 'new wanderer briefing' scenarios if he can help it. He's just not cut out for that sort of thing.
So, naturally, when he spots a man who has that look about him- that deer-in-the-headlights-I-was-not-here-four-minutes-ago-what-the-hell look, he considers just walking away, but, well... Good Samaritanism often makes good alliances and... Also he's pretty sure it's something Lang would suggest him doing to break himself out this bizarre, tangled web of redemption
( ... )
Blinking, once, Ben turns his head in the direction of the man talking to him. If he's dead, why does his own personal heaven (or hell) have to include rude people? Hasn't he dealt with enough difficult people? But he doesn't feel dead, so this man's likely another addition to the story of his life.
"I'm sorry. I don't know where I am. Forgive me if I look a little surprised."
"It happens with alarming frequency," Sark shrugs. "The short version is that you've fallen through a rift in time and space into Chicago. Personally, if this sort of phenomena is going to present itself, I would think it would have a much more appealing place to drop people than Chicago, but I digress. If you have any illusions of returning to wherever it is you came from, you can consider them to be just that."
He sighs and shakes his head, crossing his arms over his chest and muttering, more to himself than to Ben, "And that will never get any less insane, no matter how many times I have to explain it."
Not that he's had to explain it often. He's just being a bitch.
Ben, as he is wont to do, stares at Sark for a long time without speaking. Perhaps the other man can feel the atmosphere of Ben's globe-like orbs intruding upon his personal space.
Once he has overcome his moment of silence, he blinks, and ask, "Could you repeat that?"
Daniel had decided, on a whim, that practicing his new "power" would be a good idea. For one thing, it would serve as a desperately needed distraction; if he could just find a place and pick a spot in time to focus his mind on, he could try to anchor himself there for, say, x amount of minutes.
So, he's been in the park for the past hour, calmly observing what little has been going on.
... what little was going on, rather. Now - well, now he finds himself staring at a man he never thought he'd see, here, with no small amount of worry.
Someone's watching you, Ben. You just don't know it.
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Okay, maybe that's not the best question.
She stops, tilting her head to one side and watching Ben's face with eerie focus. Cy trots over and sits next to his foot, puts the marble down, and says...
"Mrrroah?"
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"What do you want?" he asks curtly.
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The cat hooks her claws into the hem of his pants and meows again. "Your plane plain broke and out you popped, into the wind with the wanderers."
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Was he hit on the head too many times? He had taken a brutal beating, but then he had had worse, and even then he didn't hallucinate; but perhaps what was happening was a combination of all the times he had been punched in the face, hit in the head, ~altered by the Island~, and whatever else you could name that might justify why he's imagining a talking cat.
As he hasn't figured it out yet, he'll continue to stare.
(Ben Linus, it must be said, may be one of the few humans who could stare down a cat.)
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So, naturally, when he spots a man who has that look about him- that deer-in-the-headlights-I-was-not-here-four-minutes-ago-what-the-hell look, he considers just walking away, but, well... Good Samaritanism often makes good alliances and... Also he's pretty sure it's something Lang would suggest him doing to break himself out this bizarre, tangled web of redemption ( ... )
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Blinking, once, Ben turns his head in the direction of the man talking to him. If he's dead, why does his own personal heaven (or hell) have to include rude people? Hasn't he dealt with enough difficult people? But he doesn't feel dead, so this man's likely another addition to the story of his life.
"I'm sorry. I don't know where I am. Forgive me if I look a little surprised."
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He sighs and shakes his head, crossing his arms over his chest and muttering, more to himself than to Ben, "And that will never get any less insane, no matter how many times I have to explain it."
Not that he's had to explain it often. He's just being a bitch.
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Once he has overcome his moment of silence, he blinks, and ask, "Could you repeat that?"
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So, he's been in the park for the past hour, calmly observing what little has been going on.
... what little was going on, rather. Now - well, now he finds himself staring at a man he never thought he'd see, here, with no small amount of worry.
Someone's watching you, Ben. You just don't know it.
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