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[gonnajumpnomore]

Maybe this whole stranded on a tropical island thing wasn't so bad after all. The weather was nice, the natives were friendly, the food was good, and the girls were... well, the girls were very nice. Only one thing was glaringly, horribly wrong. No smokes. George Luz wasn't a particularly violent man (when nazis weren't involved), but he would

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[heartliketin]

Cain found his way back to the Compound and after getting himself a quick check in the Clinic, made his way toward the door to head back and start making plans for expanding the small house. It was nice as it was, but the way Glitch kept tinkering with things, he figured they needed a little hall leading to a room on its own for that kind of thing. And maybe an extra room because damned if he wasn't feeling guilty about looking out to see a tent on his lawn.

Speak of the devil, in fact...

Cain stopped in the doorway -- not dressed in the usual, but rather just his button-down and beige trousers. "You'd think it was a mirror, the way you're staring at it."

[gonnajumpnomore]

Now, that was just the person Luz wanted to see. He even said as much. The day just kept getting better. He grinned widely, and put aside the dartboard, waving Cain over.

"You are just the person I wanted to see, pal. How would you like a bit of excitement, profit, and fun?"

[heartliketin]

Without a belt to hook his thumbs into, Cain settled for the belt-loops of his trousers and arched a brow dubiously in George Luz's direction. "You sound like you're shilling for a vendor in Central," he observed casually, taking a few easy steps into the room, not understanding that strange song playing.

[gonnajumpnomore]

George kept a smile plastered on his face. This was important. He was being professional about it. "Know what? I understood only about half of what you just said. But that's not important. What's important is the fact that you're here now and we can get down to business." He kept smiling.

[broken_brushes]

If you asked me what I'd been thinking, I would have had to claim temporary insanity. I've never smoked and I've never liked it. It's a horrible habit! It kills people, and not quickly! But I felt bad, and maybe a little guilty for being the bearer of bad news. Also, I should say that the skinny blonde guy offered. It's not like I was soliciting cigarettes from unsuspecting strangers.

"You look happy," I observed as I slid up beside George, hands in my pockets. My gaze dropped to the paper he'd been chewing on and then back up to his eyes with a smile.

[gonnajumpnomore]

"I just found a wonderful little reminder of home. No darts though. And it's a bit... It's not perfect, but it's good." He grinned up at her for a moment. "So, how's your life been lately?"

[broken_brushes]

"Not too bad," I replied, swaying idly in place. "I've got something for you. But I want to know what I'm going to get for it before I hand it over." I pulled my right hand out of my pocket and held a pack of Winstons up between my thumb and forefinger.

[gonnajumpnomore]

Luz kept his eyes fixed on that pack of cigarettes. If the waiting went on much longer he was probably going to start whimpering and drooling.

"Doll, you'll get anything you could possibly want. I'd jump off a cliff for those." Preferably with a parachute, but still.

[texas_forever]

Tim hasn't spent much time outside of the compound since Saturday. Ain't much reason to with Coach in the clinic and Jason's room with plenty of floor space for sleeping. If he doesn't consider the fact that Coach might possibly be dying, it's not a real bad set up.

But, that fact is exactly one that Tim's trying very hard not to think about at all.

Which is why he's currently stretched out on the couch in the rec room, an October 1989 issue of Classic Truck resting on his chest. Flipping through it idly, a movement out the corner of his eye catches his attention and he glances over, studying the unfamiliar guy for a moment.

"You're new," he drawls bluntly.

[gonnajumpnomore]

"Yup." Luz smiled over at the couched guy. "And you're Texan apparently. But don't worry, I won't hold it against you." He put down the dartboard and took the rolled piece of paper out of his mouth.

"George Luz. Rhode Islander. Paratrooper. 1944. You?"

[texas_forever]

That actually gets a smile out Tim, albeit a small one, just a tug at one corner of his mouth, magazine still spread across his chest.

"Tim Riggins," he says easily. "Football player. 2007." Funny how, even now, he still considers himself a football player. The idea of saying 'student' or 'slacker' hadn't even occurred to him. "Paratroopers are them guys that get dropped in the middle of battle fields and shit, righ'?"

[gonnajumpnomore]

Luz nodded, starting to process the other's accent and mimic it. It was a good one. "Righ'. Actually it's usually behind enemy lines right before a battle. Dropping down in the middle of a battle would be kinda stupid." He paused. "Not that jumping out of a plane at all isn't stupid enough."

He shrugged and smiled. "2007 though? I know someone from 1989, but that's it."

[healerofharms]

Glenn Miller.

She hadn't heard it in ages - more then that, since the Jukebox didn't seem to particularly like her much. It'd been... goodness. Back before the island, certainly. Back before Narnia. Not before the mess with Rilian, but... in that bit in between. She'd lay on her bed in the dormitory, and heard Glenn Miller coming from the wireless.

She'd stopped by the door, looking more then a little stunned before she walked a little closer to the jukebox, half afraid that it'd quit.

[gonnajumpnomore]

It didn't stop or change, but George looked up curiously when he saw her walking up to it like that. "It doesn't bite you know. And if you don't like American Patrol, I'm sure it'll change in a minute. It's been playing stuff like that all day."

[healerofharms]

"Oh, no! This is fine. It's-" She looked back at George with a smile. "More then fine, really. I don't get to hear things from home, much." Part of that was that she didn't go into the Rec Room much, but even so. There was much more Narnian music then there was from England and the world back home, so this... it was refreshing, in a way.

[gonnajumpnomore]

"Really? When are you from?" The prospect of meeting someone from close to his own time was one of the more exciting things that had happened to him in a long time. And she sounded British too. "I'm from 1944. I'm American, but I was stationed in England for a long time. I just left before arriving here."

[just_wontsettle]

Jason was... well, okay, Jason was worried. More worried than he'd been in a hell of a long time, and while it might've been a relief, having something to worry about that wasn't himself, Coach being as sick as he was wasn't exactly something Jason'd hope for.

He was worried -- freaking the hell out if he was going to be real honest, but he was positive and approachable and friendly, just like he always was when he wasn't focused on how his own life was crumbling down around him.

Seeing the guy grinning like that, practically beaming at nothing in particular... it wasn't something you saw a whole lot around there. So, hanging back in the doorway and watching curiously, Jason couldn't help but smile too.

[gonnajumpnomore]

Luz eventually pulled himself out of his rapture and dreams of small scale scams to look up and turn that smile over to the other guy. "Hey. You know where any darts are around here? This thing's missing them."

[just_wontsettle]

"No, I haven't seen any. You get that thing out of the closet?" I asked, nodding toward the hall where that closet full of games and toys, each with frustratingly missing pieces. Being stuck within those walls, Jason'd had a lot of time to explore.

[gonnajumpnomore]

"Yeah. Kinda a piece of shit, but it's the best there is. You gonna hang out in the doorway all day, man?" He would have offered the guy a cigarette if he'd had any. If he was going to be talking with someone he wanted them close. Something picked up from the army maybe.