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If I may request a moment of your time?

In person, or here?

If you would not be averse to the method, at the moment, this is preferential to me.

[ read: someone looks like death and doesn't want to be seen. ]

This is just fine. Hit me.

I understand that communications had been attempting to develop tracing methods. I am interested to know if progress has been made, and further, if any additional information has been garnered regarding the screaming anomaly.

So, if I take the night shift, will you go to sleep? Try and tell me you and Tosh haven't been overworking yourself this month and I'll rig your communicator to play an 8-Bit version of the Super Mario Bros theme song every ten minutes for a month.

Take her with you when you go. I'll be there in an hour and the place better be empty.

P.S. Thoughts on adding an extra hand? PSA style, of course. I hear it's all the rage these days.

[ didn't you just miss auggie so much, nathan? ]

I'm planning to post to the network ASAP. I'm doing that before I sleep though. P.S. I don't think threatening people with not being able to sleep is a good punishment for them not sleeping.

Probably not but oh well, win some, you lose some.

[ and suddenly encrypted because! ]

Good idea. Also, I sent a message to Spock about this but I'll let you know too so it won't catch you off guard. I'm almost sure it happened to everyone who was asleep but I think we visited the Tranquility of Horrors Past, so to speak. Kind of like a ghost. No one noticed us -- or well, I didn't see anyone from now, just the people from then. They didn't notice me. I don't think I'm explaining it right but someone's going to mention something soon, I'm sure, so I needed to tell you.

I appreciate the heads up. What was it like? Was there anything that explains what happened to the crew?

Not really or, at least, I know none of what was there was like now. I didn't go through the whole ship so other people might have a better description of a lot of what's there. It was... homey, in a way? Livable, warm. Lots of people there, going through normal routines. Civilians too. I'd probably compare it to a military base -- people there for work and their families with them.

I do know one thing though. I didn't catch any whiff of Ward or Resnik. Captain Gallagher was there though and he seemed fine. Not like that message at all.

[ A brief delay from Nathan's side, and then he sends Auggie the message made on the emergency network. ]

Not that that helps make any more sense out of it, but did you see any hint of something like that going down? It seems to be talking about interlopers... Something like that.

You know it's not real, don't you?

Yes, of course.

It's all an illusion. A conspiracy. We're prisoners of war and there's no escape. We're dead, and this is our last little glimpse of life before the end. Oh--we're hallucinating, even better.

Have I said anything you like yet?

Try again.

We'll go with my personal favourite. Someone has us all in a linked, drug induced coma. There's a telepath or two in our group who've accidentally linked us all together as we sleep, and the spaceship is our way of coping, a way to put it into some form we can all process.

Doesn't really help explain the appearing here with half our memories wrong or missing, now, does it?

Try again?

They can make everything convincing just because people are so quick to believe the unbelievable as soon as they end up in space. Miraculously. Just like it happens every day.

[ Ohh, Nathan, you are making this so much worse. ] It's not accidental.

Well you'd know all about people being quick to believe the unbelievable, wouldn't you, Pete?

It's different this time. [ You don't get it. You never have. ]

It's not different. You're the one in my position, standing at the bottom of the building, looking up and wondering why the hell your brother is standing on the roof of a building with his eyes shut and one foot over the edge.

You're wondering how the hell anyone can tacitly believe something as ridiculous as the idea that he can fly on the strength of a dream, and be prepared to risk everything on that belief. You have to be right simply to counter your overwhelming fear of not being good enough.

That hasn't changed at all, has it, Pete?

Edited 2013-01-25 01:19 (UTC)

It doesn't have anything to do with not being good enough. It has to do with the fact that this- all of this- it's not real. Doesn't matter if it looks like it's real, smells like it's real, feels real, because it's a fantasy.

A distraction.

That's all it's ever been, something to take the focus away from what's really happening.

Maybe. But even if it is, what the hell are you going to do about it?

We could what? Get ourselves killed? Click our heels together and say 'there's no place like home'? Whatever is happening, there's jack shit we can do about it. Means that - for once - we have to rely on someone else to be out there trying to save us.

There isn't anyone else, Nathan. When has there ever been?

The only possible reason you would be here telling me this is because you don't have a plan. It's because you're looking to me to be able to fix it.

[ that would be a very loud snort you just heard. ] I don't want you to fix it. Don't even think you'd know how.

You didn't deny the fact that you don't have a plan either, so don't get smart with me.

[ A long pause on Peter's end. ]

But at the very least, if you believe I don't know how to fix it, you can't possibly think I'm responsible for it any more.

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