Hitting balls.

[goddamnpartner]

A month. Marion had been on this goddamn island a month now and had seen neither hide nor hair of Indy, but she sure had seen a lot of Nazis. Okay, two and one of them claimed not to be, but that was two more Nazis than there was Indiana Jones and she didn't like those odds.

At least there weren't any snakes.

Wallowing in self-pity wasn't a thing

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[jdick]

From his position on the couch, Joe watched the woman, who was clearly Marion fucking Ravenwood, his gaze following the swing of the pool cue and the path the ball took on the table. Eventually, he closed his book and set it down beside him, but didn't get up just yet.

"You any good?" he asked, although it didn't seem like she was. Joe was pretty fucking good at pool, a result of spending most of his life in bars, he figured.

[goddamnpartner]

Marion glanced over her shoulder, not so much startled as annoyed someone was butting in. Then again, it couldn't hurt to mingle with the locals. She had been a little wary so far, especially after the Nazis and the guy that looked way too much like Indiana but wasn't. She needed to make some friends. Or at least some people she could bum a cigarette off of.

"Usually," she answered, straightening up and resting the butt of the cue on the floor while she chalked it up again, more to give something for her hands to do than anything else. "This place is throwing me off." In more ways than one.

"What about you?" She inclined her head towards the man, eyebrows raised challengingly.

[jdick]

"Pretty good," Joe answered with a nod, his eyebrow arching in return, unable to stop the smirk that was curving one side of his mouth. "Spent most of my life in a bar, had to learn to be good or I would've lost a hell of a lot of money."

Instead he'd just won a lot of cash that went to cocaine, but he didn't need to add that bit.

"Joe Dick," he added as he stood, pushing off the couch and offering his hand to her.

[goddamnpartner]

"Marion," she said, looking at his hand for a moment before giving a mental shrug, sticking out her own and shaking it. He had a firm grip, which she knew was no way to measure a man - sometimes the limpest of guys could have the strongest handshakes, and vice versa. People who judged people by that kind of stuff were idiots.

"I run - used to run a bar," she told him as she let go. "The Raven, in Nepal. It burned down recently." A scowl twisted at her lips. She still wasn't sure whether to blame Indiana or the Nazis for that, so she settled for both.

[agent_dean]

The last time Brendan had seen someone playing pool in the rec room, he'd been hustled. Sure, he hadn't been hustled out of anything, but a hustle was a hustle all the same. And this time, it was a face that Brendan actually recognized.

No way! It's Marion Ravenwood! Oh my God. Brendan hardly watched TV or movies, so it was a very rare thing indeed for him to actually recognize someone on the island from something he'd seen back home. Should he introduce himself? Should he say hi?

Brendan fluttered around the edges of the couches and tables, trying to decide what to do.

[goddamnpartner]

There was usually a couple of other people in the rec room this time of day, which didn't bother Marion. What did bother her was when someone was obviously watching her. Hovering, in fact. It made her paranoid, and she didn't like being made to feel paranoid. She did that well enough on her own.

She took a couple more shots at pool and failed to sink any of them so eventually, she whirled in frustration, cue clenched in her hand as she glared at the guy.

"You got a problem?"

[agent_dean]

I am going to get bludgeoned to death by Marion Ravenwood, Brendan thought, with equal parts distress and awe. He cleared his throat, reaching up to tug a bit at the knot of his tie.

"Erm, no? I mean, no! I'm fine - sorry, I didn't mean to - " he waved his hand around, "uh, hover. You just look like someone I knew a long time ago." He smiled a bit. "New, right?"

[goddamnpartner]

"If 'a month' counts as 'new'," drawled Marion, tilting her head on one side as she spoke, "Then yeah." She eyed him, somewhat curious about his reaction. There had been that guy - Bill, or something - who had told her he knew her from 'before'. She couldn't say she remembered him, though, so either she had amnesia or there was some woman running around who looked like her.

After meeting Captain Han Something-or-other, she couldn't rule it out.

"Someone you knew, huh? What's your name, Buster?" It didn't matter. She was going to call him Buster from here on out.

[aintamuppet]

Colin sometimes missed playing pool with Coxy and Mark. He wasn't sure why, they only ever did nothing but teae him while he played or make weird remarks to Hayley that made her look at her hands, but he'd always liked it. He also liked to watch people play it. A lot of the time there would be someone in the rec-room playing by themselves or with someone else, and while he didn't want to be in the way or stare, he did like to find a seat and watch from time to time. He liked the sounds the balls made when they bounced off of eachother, it made him think of the pub back home. He missed not going to the pub.

He'd been playing his game when the lady had come in. He'd only glanced up at first, but when he saw her gettign a pool cue he stopped and waited to see what she did next. It didn't look like she was very good. "You lost." He blurted out, pushing his glasses up his nose.

[goddamnpartner]

Marion was about to make some snide comment, an acidic rejoinder when she glanced over her shoulder at the man. Boy, really. He couldn't be much older than twenty, and the inanity of his statement told her to be careful with this one. Either he was taking the mickey or he honestly was that stupid, and it was no fun being sarcastic to stupid people. It often went right over their heads.

"I'm not playing to win," she told him instead.

[aintamuppet]

"Oh." He said, looking back down at his game. Sometime he did win at pool, but he knew for a fact it wasn't because anyone let him. It usually made Mark confused or loud when he did. Loud because he liked to elbow Coxy and Rusty and say even his brother could beat them at pool. He never said it, but he couldn't help but think that Mark only sometimes managed to beat either of them.

"What're you playin' for, then?" He asked, vaguely curious. He wasn't sure if he should keep talking to her, she didn't seem especially friendly, but he thought maybe she wouldn't mind. Usually if someone didn't want to talk, they just didn't answer you. That's what his dad did.

[goddamnpartner]

"Distraction, mostly." Marion looked at the thing in his hands. It looked like some kind of radio or something, but it definitely wasn't making radio-like noises.

"What is that?" she asked, setting down her pool cue and leaning on it as she nodded to the machine, or whatever it was. Curiosity won out over unfriendliness sometimes, with Marion.

[self_named]

Duo was beat up as hell from working on Deathscythe the greater part of the morning, because hauling scrap without machines to help was hard freakin' work. Satisfying, at least moreso than not doing anything, and the best part was, at the end of it, there was always Moist to tackle, harass, and just generally be married to. But to mix things up, he thought he'd hit up the rec room to see if there was anything interesting going on.

He stopped in the doorway, thoroughly surprised.

"...Marion?" he blurted incredulously. It probably wasn't. And he was pretty good at not freaking out at people he recognized, because here, you never knew. But it was just so damn unexpected.

[goddamnpartner]

"Yeah?" Half-expecting to see Indiana or someone else she knew when she glanced over her shoulder, the disappointment was etched plain on her face when she saw some man she was fairly certain she had never met.

Straightening up, she leaned on her cue and gave him a wary look.

"Do I know you?" She hoped not. He looked like a homeless mechanic of an...alternative persuasion. That hair was crazy.

[self_named]

"Uh," Duo said, acutely aware of the fact that he looked like he'd crawled out of a coal mine (although, he had to chide himself, check out the gun show), and absently dragged his knuckles across his forehead.

"Nnh... nno?" he ventured. "I mean- apparently not. Just a- total coincidence. Weird, huh?" He offered her a friendly grin and a hand, after it had been surreptitiously but thoroughly wiped, in one wringing motion, on a hand towel he had tucked into his waist band. It was still browner than he could ever remember seeing it, but that was a byproduct of living in the sun. But it was clean.

"Not that weird isn't commonplace, here. I'm Duo Maxwell."

[goddamnpartner]

Eyebrows raised and staying there, Marion looked at him.

"What coincidence?" she asked, not bothering to introduce herself. Apparently, he knew who she was. She ignored the hand, as well - not just because she might catch something.