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[prodigal_ocean]

[OOC note: Atlas has first dibs on action/comment logs in this post][There's a faint rattling noise and then the communicator turns on to show a young man staring into the feed with wide eyes, white showing all the way around. His hair hangs down in his face, black and dripping with seawater--and the sea itself is behind him, in twilight, crashing

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[businessfella]

Ya know the good Doc too? Nice lady, if she wasn't so damn worried 'bout those girls. Ain't nothing ya'll can do to stop her. She's a determined one if I've ever seen one.

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[businessfella]

[He`s pretty sure he doesn`t want the rest of World`s End to know about this.]

Everyone found out that Ryan was killed by his own son.

Can you really be Andy`s kid?

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[prodigal_ocean]

What do you mean, everyone found out? It was just a few hours ago, how could everyone...?

[He gives up on figuring it out, shakes his head.]

Yeah. I'm his son.

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[businessfella]

Ah, right. 1960. Kid, I`m from 1969. You`re, uh... More than a name with the Splicers an` such.

[There`s a deep sigh. He`s obviously still taking everything in.]

Ryan`s kid... I always wondered what it`d be like, talkin` to ya. I was business partners with your daddy. I was there when your daddy found out `bout your mommy bein` a mommy...

How `bout this? When things... clear up `round here, would ya be willin` to sit an` talk?

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[prodigal_ocean]

How can we be from different times? I don't understand.

[He gnaws his lower lip--maybe someone's been mucking around inside his head again.]

He killed her, you know.

If he was such a good friend of yours, why would you want to talk with me?

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[businessfella]

Neither do I but Atlas isn`t even close to where I`m from so I know it`s possible.

[More moments of silence and thought.]

She sold you, or didn`t you know that?

Your daddy was a good man before the smuggler`s an` revolutionaries. I just wanna talk. See if you`re really your daddy`s kid.

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[prodigal_ocean]

I know the whole story. I'm not saying I'd be happy to see her, but that doesn't make it right to kill her like that.

I don't think I am. I think I'm something very different.

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[businessfella]

It`d be useless arguin` `bout it now.

I am sure you are. Then again, ain`t never wasted energy, seein` if it`s true or not.

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[prodigal_ocean]

I guess we might talk sometime.

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[businessfella]

Happy to hear it, kid.

It`s Jack, right?

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[prodigal_ocean]

Yeah, Jack Wynand.

Or...Ryan, I guess.

[This has never occurred to him before, and he sounds surprised to think of it.]

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[businessfella]

Wynand? ...Sounds like Ryan too...

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[prodigal_ocean]

It's the name I used on the surface. It doesn't matter much what I call myself.

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[businessfella]

Right... Went back to the surface, didn`t ya? Coulda really used your help with Lamb but what`s a fella to do? I`d`ve done the same thing if I were you.

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[prodigal_ocean]

I didn't make it back. Not yet. I was in Rapture, and then...I woke up here.

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[businessfella]

AIn`t missin` much anyway...