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When you say 'saw something'--?

A - dream, maybe. Vision. I don't know. Two guys talkin' in the halls.

Alright, I'll drop by now, if that's alright. Reckon I'll be out like a light tonight.

Yeah. I'm still at the lockers.

[Trying really hard not to go for dry heaves, round three.]

[ Nathan has been up out of the jump bay by the time Ned has called him, trying to get a feeling for what really became of the Communications department in those last couple of weeks of mind numbing semi-consciousness. It's not as bad as his addled mind had made up, it turns out, so rather than plough right into salvaging it, and having taken Ned's urgent call, it's back to the lockers with him.

It'll take him a couple of days, but apart from the rampant - and cloying - paranoia, he feels pretty good. Fresh hair cut, clean new suit from the station, polished new shoes--he's practically a new man. The news from Ned might be unsettling, and he'll need to hear more to know for sure what it means, but there's an unusual feeling settled in his chest, a certain joyfulness that expels itself as a tune, whistled as he steps out of the elevator and winds his way back through the remaining people to find Ned. ]

[Turns out sleeping through two jumps really does give someone twice the jump hangover. His rabbit is clean and sleeping in his locker - Netherlands himself is showered, not puking any longer, and mostly-jumpsuited up. That's about as far as it goes. No scarf, no hairstyle, no boots. Heather gave him a brief rundown on the last month, but that's not what he's thinking about when he hears Nathan's tune heading his way.

He lifts his head out of his hands and scowls, slightly jealous and more than ready to tell whoever it is to fuck off and spare his migraine, when he sees just who it is. And what a sight. Instead of bitching he snorts and leans forward onto his elbows, raising a brow.]

Huh. 'Least someone's having a good jump, then.

I don't know about the jump, but I feel better in general, to tell you the truth. That's not necessarily a good sign, you know. You start being able to sleep again, that's when the boogeyman comes.

[ But he tries not to be too full on. Nathan is a politician. He does a lot of early mornings, where the other person is grumpy for whatever reason - or maybe didn't get any sleep at all, because they've been busting their hump all night rewriting bills or phoning strangers for donations. He has to be able to balance that stress against his own get-things-done attitude.

And Netherlands probably hasn't had a smoke yet. ]

You heading down to the gardens? [ Shall we get out of here? ]

[Both brows go up before his expression snaps back to exhausted and he nods. Sure, he can agree with pessimism, he's pessimism's #1 subscriber.

At the mention of having to move, though, he lets his head fall into his hands and grunts.]

Not yet. Don't wanna get dizzy, throw up again.

[There's also the ooc continuity issue of him meeting Takeshi on his way out of medbay BUT if you want them to chat in the gardens we can just skip the part where they set that up and plop them down some hours later, all ready to talk about dreamhorrors.]

[ Nathan balances on his heels for a moment, reconsidering, then drops a hand onto Ned's shoulder, and relaxes from his ever ready position. ]

I'm sure we can talk about whatever it is here. I've woken up feeling shitty often enough that I feel you, as far as not moving goes.

[ He's thinking of falling out of the pods, poisoned by radiation and barely able to function. That had been a shitty month. It may be an unnecessary gesture, but he makes a provisional suggestion. ]

If it's serious, though, you mind turning off your comms device, just in case?

My - [and a bleary tilt of his head up toward Nathan as he frowns and processes the comms device thing. It takes a few seconds, because he's pretty sure he hasn't turned it on - then realizes he totally did and huffs as he yanks it out.]

Right.

[No need to nod when Nathan can watch him turn it off, so he doesn't. Just powers it down and shoves it back into a jumpsuit pocket.]

Don't think it'll matter if it's off.

Maybe not, but I-- [ He just shrugs his shoulder. ] I'm not comfortable right now, especially not down here. People are watching.

[ Even if they're not. The creeping feeling of paranoia, of being watched--it all started here, and added to Nathan's natural paranoia and the additional concern he's developed as Head of Communications, there's really nothing for it. He's always going to be prickly about taking precautions. ]

Alright. So...let's hear it.

[As much as he'd like to smoke while he rattles this off, it'll just make him more sick, so he buries his head back into his hands with his elbows on his knees and speaks up only enough to ensure that Nathan can hear. Not that there are a lot of people in the 002 section of lockers left - and any of those he'd be willing to tell.

Deep breath, and it tumbles out all in clipped, precise tones:]

Think it was from before - on the ship. Two military guys were in one of the halls, guardin' a room. Cold as shit, dark. Bunch of screams comin' from it. Mechanical sounds- [he vaguely waves a hand] - whatever. They were talkin' about how they weren't supposed to talk about it - [an ill-humored huff] - neither of 'em wanted to be there. Didn't like what was going on. Sounded like they were forced into it. Government shit, maybe.

[ It's already late anyway. Most people have gone off to do whatever they do when they disperse from the locker-room. It's not wholly a comfortable quiet. Back here, it seems to Nathan that the feeling of being watched hasn't wholly departed. He'd rather be in the gardens. He'd always rather be in the gardens. ]

Do you know where this room was?

[That's a shared sentiment. Even without the feeling of being watched, the medbay and lockers and all of that shit hold too many bad memories for him to be comfortable. But moving? Not an option. So if he's terse, well, aren't they all.]

No. Just saw the hallway - [a huff] - could be any goddamn hallway, here.

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