who ; Flynn [
theuserabides] and YOU. (Open to anyone who's not going to start a physical fight.)
what ; Go and conversation. Seriously, Flynn will try to make friends with anybody.
where ; a public park someplace
when ; 2/19, idk sometime during the day clearly I put a lot of thought into this
warning(s) ; none, unless someone with a filthy mouth shows up then
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At least he had places to sleep now, but all this outdoor activity was getting on his last nerve. Between the sunshine and relatively fresh air, he was going to turn into some kind of mountain man. In space. Whatever.
Mountain men did not get chicks. Eliot didn't count.
But, unfortunately, there was little else to do. No one had blown anything up recently and provided him cover while he hacked the mainframe. He hadn't figured out how to make a new id. The thought of apologizing hadn't even occurred to him. So, walking through the park it was.
Hardison was messing with his wearable as he came around the bend and started past the chess setups. He knew they were there and had no interest in them. At least...until he caught something out of the corner of his eye and had the strangest thought. He actually stopped and did a double take.
Was that--?
"Jeff Bridges?"
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"Sorry, man. You've got me confused with someone else."
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Yeah, that was the Big Lebowski himself.
"Uh," Hardison began after a very awkward moment. He almost managed to ask if he had been filming Star Trek.
Was Jeff Bridges ever on Star Trek? He was pretty sure he would have heard about that. Was he going to be the new villain? No, LeVar Burton wasn't in new Star Trek.
Wait. This was the guy who sniped his drop, right? Or...him from the 80's.
"This space station is grade A nuts," Hardison announced and ran a hand across his face. "So man, why ya gotta snipe a brother?"
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Today it seemed that the terminal wasn't alone in this particular park. Organic male, apparently human, in the later stages of his life span, no visible weapons or armor. All 1,183 programs came to a quick consensus: this individual was not a direct threat. Curious, the terminal slowly wandered closer, optic focusing in on... what was that? Some sort of game? Unsure if it would be appropriate to interrupt, the terminal stood to the side and waited to be acknowledged.
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Not that that sort of thing had the slightest impact on Flynn, except possibly to make him more kindly disposed. "Hey. What's up?"
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"We are observing," it croaked, then paused. Its faceplates twitched slightly, optic flicking to the side, then back. "Is our presence disruptive?"
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The thing reminded him a little of Anon. It was probably the lack of a face.
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In the end he'd started taking walks since he'd shown up in hopes to finding some place where there were more people and it wasn't so quiet. Imagine his surprise when he sees, at a distance, a man that looks like Doctor Light.
"Doc!" Joe yelled out as he rushed over toward Flynn, not realizing at first his mistake.
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He turned to look at the person running toward him, and waited. They could talk when it wouldn't involve shouting.
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He stopped a few feet away from the old man and sighed. "Sorry there. Thought you were someone else." Joe was currently wearing his helmet, just in case. Although his accent and visible skin ruined any imitation of a robot.
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Parks were one of his favorite places. He was quite fond of the outdoors, and also of not being accosted by wayward dinosaurs. The parks allowed both.
It was unusual though to see anyone else. The station was so sparsely populated that he'd gone weeks before without encountering a soul.
He stood quietly for a few moments, just watching the game, unwilling to interrupt. Like the cranes, the image stirred something in him, but the memory eluded definition. He couldn't even recall the rules.
Still. It looked interesting, a mental exercise.
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"...Oh, hey. What's up, man?" he asked the newcomer.
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"Just passing through."
He paused.
"Though I'm curious about the game."
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It didn't take him longer realize that it was pretty much impossible to find a space-warping demon on a fucking huge space station. He floated in the air feeling frustrated and stupid for a moment before descending to ground level in search of a teleporter.
He paused to watch the old man at the game board while passing by. He grinned a little upon noticing that white was winning. That, right there, was irony.
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Flynn laid a stone, forcing Hypatia to play elsewhere on the board to avoid a ko, then looked over at...whatever Davesprite was supposed to be. "Hey, kid."
He seemed quite unconcerned about getting killed to death by any godmoding super-beings.
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Davesprite returned the greeting with a nod.
"Hey. Don't suppose you've seen a dude who looks like a black dog with wings teleporting around here?"
He wasn't expecting a yes, since Flynn probably wouldn't be alive if he'd encountered Jack recently, but there was no harm in asking. Maybe he could make sure the guy knew about the threat while he was at it.
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