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[ablativeholopleather]

Yo, you found Wayne, leave me a message if you wanna.

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march.

[decrypter]

There's a voice from above, one day in the library. It might have seemed like an ordinary day, where Wayne could do ordinary research, but it's coming from another aisle.

"Is someone there?"

She's been waiting for someone to come by ever since this predicament began, a little while ago, leaving her in the awkward state of...sitting on top of one of the shelves. If she's careful, it won't topple, and she won't be hurt. It's not dangerous, to be sure, but entirely inconvenient to be stranded somewhere.

At least she had figured out how to pull a book off the shelf beneath her, so it's not like she can't read up here while she waits to see if the footsteps she hears will suffice.

[ablativeholopleather]

It's frustrating at the best of times, trying to find anything that would help him in confirming things that he really needs more information on without going and bothering everyone that he knows just to gain a consensus, something that he refuses to do when he's only just met a lot of them and doesn't want to be an imposition. He spends a couple of hours at a time here more often than not, but usually people don't interrupt him when he's here.

It's bewildering, then, when he hears a familiar voice from...up? Overhead?

"Wh-" He turns in place, looking up in a slow circle, until he realizes that the voice was in fact from overhead. And that it was Helena perched up there, with a book and apparently no way but the painful to get down. "Hey. What's shakin'?"

[decrypter]

"Mr. Wayne!"

Clearly not a voice she expected, but if she's smiling, then it's good news.

"Sorry to be a bother, but do you perhaps see a ladder anywhere nearby?"

She can't check for obvious reasons, but she's happy to be around him all the same. Still, it might be easier if she was in her proper place and not having to consider how she's going to explain this to Max and Security when her absence gets noticed.

[ablativeholopleather]

Sorry to be a bother she says, while stranded on top of a bookshelf...

"Uh..." He's staring around, trying to find a ladder, but only coming up with a stepladder to reach the higher shelves if one were to stand on tiptoe on the part of it that it says you're not supposed to climb on. "I think someone stole your ladder actually. How long have you been up there?"

[decrypter]

"...I'm not sure. Definitely a while, but I'd have a better count of time if I hadn't started reading. And I didn't have a ladder when I accidentally jumped up here, but I was sincerely hoping..."

Look, some things are priorities, and given that she is not in danger of death by any method, she could keep this as a lower one. But also, her phone is on the arm of a chair down there, so calling someone wasn't an option.

"I thought about just jumping down, but given the spacing of these shelves, I can't be certain I'd have a clean landing."

She can jump, when she's certain of where she's going. But with the small tables and chairs, there's a risk right now that she'd wind up just hitting one of them on the way down. It's really not convenient.

[ablativeholopleather]

"...accidentally....jumped?" How does one accidentally jump up there? He has to be very purposeful about his jumps in order to do much of anything. He hasn't even figured out how to fly vertically for more than a couple of seconds at a time.

While Wayne fully believes that she's capable of whatever she wants to do, he doesn't really like the idea of her trying to jump from so high up, especially when she doesn't know that she'd be able to land safely. He moves to the base of the bookcase, and nudges the stepladder over to climb up and see if he could maybe help her down from there that way without absolutely wiping out, himself.

"Uhh...what if I tried to catch you? I'm pretty sturdy."

TFLN 3/24/2023

[ablativeholopleather]

from over yonder

1. Zippers are such a cool invention
2. In the 2nd smartest move of my day your ringtone for when you call is now the Space Jam theme.
3. I tried to avoid catching feelings but then he took me out to breakfast :(
4. Can we get pizza? This is seriously not a booty call. I just really want someone to get pizza with me.

also in march.

[decrypter]

Do you remember our conversation on dying?

apologies for his replies he's not good at phone yet

[ablativeholopleather]

yeh why

[decrypter]

I have an answer now as to what happens.

[ablativeholopleather]

[Oh no.]

what happened are you ok

[decrypter]

It'll be easier to explain in person.

Scoops?

[because ice cream helps a lot of things.]

[dated to late March]

[hellonspectacles]

Dear Wayne,

I believe we may have met under unusual circumstances, which, due to the vagaries of these strange rifts, you experienced more recently than I. As such, I would like to offer you thanks for assisting me at Canaan House, and offer proper introductions!

Do you drink tea? If so, I would be happy to discuss the matter further at Sand Dollars.

Sincerely,

Palamedes Sextus

oh no, full on letter format, that's charming as hell ;v;

[ablativeholopleather]

sure dude
tea is cool
meet you there soon



wayne


Nailed it, he thinks as he sends that off. It's not exactly eloquent, but he's never exactly been that on paper anyway. These days, he's at least better at talking, and he does want to actually meet Palamedes after the way they'd figured out how to work together. Out of everyone on the ship that he's met so far, he thinks that the man might be the most comparable to his crew back home. That alone makes him remarkable in Wayne's eyes.

So, he would be there at Sand Dollars, standing by the counter as someone puts together a steaming lemon tea for him to take and mull over while he waits.

he is an absolute nerd and I love him

[hellonspectacles]

I think you might be mistaken. Tea is usually hot, unless it's bubble tea.

PS

Wayne isn't difficult to spot in Sand Dollars, and when Palamedes sees him, he is struck afresh by his mad swirl of memories. He remembers completing the Transference/Winnowing trial with Cam alone, but also remembers receiving assistance from Cassandra, and from Jade--and, of course, from Wayne and his magical fire. Each time one memory surfaces and settles, the others immediately pop up to crowd it out, each calling for attention like hungry children.

To be honest, it's beginning to give him a headache.

But that isn't Wayne's fault. After ordering a cup of tea for himself, Pal joins him at the table and sits down across from him, offering a wry smile. "Well, this is rather odd, isn't it?"

[ablativeholopleather]

If Wayne were to be honest, he would be right there with the idea that trying to suss through every iteration of the same single memory would be causing headaches. He may not have had as much of a variety of people falling into his past, but he still finds himself trying to keep them all separated just so that he knows where his reality is.

Which is harder to do when the more he delves into those memories, the more discrepancies he seems find even outside of where other people had taken the places of people that he knew.

After a certain point he'd tried to actively avoid falling into anyone else's memories after realizing how badly he'd probably hurt a few of the people that he cared about here. The Canaan House was among those instances that he didn't feel as bad about given that, when he remembered the fight, he could remember having fun. He was back in his element. Granted that element was crisis mode, but it was a familiar mental space. He felt useful again.

Wayne's tea steams gently in his hand as he looks up at the man that joins him, and he offers a tired little smile in kind.

"What part?" he asks with a quiet chuckle. "The fact that I still look like this, or that we're hanging out drinking tea?"

[hellonspectacles]

Palamedes huffs softly. “The fact that you were there, at Canaan House, and you’re here as well. I feel like we’ve known each other a long time, and like we have only just met.” He shakes his head, a little wondering. “Cam and I were certain that you must have been some sort of creature who lived in the bowels of the facility, which I hope doesn’t sound too insulting. We’d never seen anything like you before.”

Stupid late at night

[breakaleginhalf]

okay so like

not about to tell you who you shouldn't be friends with or w/e

youre your own wayne you can make your own decisions





that being said crichton's a two-faced piece of shit and i don't trust him to have your like
best interests
at heart

oh no

[ablativeholopleather]

uh
wh
at

Re: oh no

[breakaleginhalf]

commander john crichton right

fuck if there's two crichtons i s2g im throwing myself over the side

i saw him in the buffet like <10min ago an




wait fuck did i wake you up

[ablativeholopleather]

kinda

what about crichton

pls dont throw yourself in the ocean that shits cold

[breakaleginhalf]

ok so

i saw him in the buffet a few minutes ago and tried to like

talk to him? cos idk if you like him he's probably okay you have good taste

he came out the gate being a real asshole about it? like if he doesn't wanna talk he can just say that

and when i asked if he talks to everyone like a fucking bastard bc maybe some people here genuinely don't know what's going on he was like

idk it just felt like he was being a fucking pos about it

[breakaleginhalf]

[The typing bubbles hovers in and out a few times.]

i might have decked him for it

delivery

[goodweather]

[ One day, a conspicuously Wayne-shaped rubber duck appears at the foot of his cabin.

It squeaks. ]

[ablativeholopleather]

[Wayne has had some rough acquisitions lately. This is...hm.

At least it's not the same size as him?

He's going to reach down, wrap his fingers around the Wayne-shaped head of the duck, and squeak it. squeakysqueaky.]