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[tearsinajar]

It occurred to me the other day that I haven't had a chance to write anything, and that's, to me, a little depressing. There's been so much here that's happened, not just to myself and the friends I've made, but to everyone else. To you.

My day job, back home, for those of you who don't know me, it deals with investigative journalism. I write to uncover the truth, to shed light on scenarios that are otherwise dark and bleak.

Since I got here, everything has been nothing but a whirlwind of events. Each month there's been something new; whether it's stopping off at various planets, or it's daily occurrences on the ship. [ RIP Moira. ] There hasn't been time for me to sit down and write it all out.

[ Elena pauses and her eyes drift downward, off to the left. For those who knew about the incident with the Descendants, how she'd walked away from that moment on the ship with her left arm broken and bleeding out where it'd bitten her...she no longer wears a splint and padded cast. There's no visible sling. It's almost as though none of that had ever happened.

An injury as deep as that, bones needed time to mend. They needed a full two months. It's been less than that.

It shows that she's trying to think of how to word what she wants to say next, without giving anything away. ]

I'm interested in writing about abilities. [ Here she looks up, looks directly into the TAB camera. ] I'm interested in learning about them.

If you're comfortable with discussing this, that's great. I'm available for one-on-one meetings, if you would prefer, or you can reach me privately through the messaging system.

Also, if you're interested in learning more about the stories I've done, I won't mind sharing. Ask me anything you'd like.



[ Except you, Flynn. ]

Comments

[tearsinajar]

Let's get one thing straight first, before I decide to give you any of the "gritty details". My name's not 'love'. It's Elena. Elena Fisher.

[ So stop with the British pet names thing. ]

[flynnitomite]

Look princess, that's just how I talk. It doesn't mean I want to pick out table settings with you or anything.

[Did you say INCREASE THE THING?]

[tearsinajar]

You sure about that? Considering you're the one asking me about my sex life with Nate.

[ U G H. ]

[flynnitomite]

Are you deaf, darling? Because that's not what I'm asking. Just how it is how an upstanding reporter wound up crossing paths with a scoundrel like Drake. Please keep the rest to yourself.

Unless of course it's embarrassing for him, then by all means.

[tearsinajar]

Gee, sorry— [ She pushes her pinky into her ear to pretend she's cleaning it out. ] Must be some left over ringing, all these years later.

Oh, so I'm upstanding. Great. Just what I wanted to add to my resume.

It was before Nepal, yeah. And he didn't tip me off about anything. I was there on my own.

[flynnitomite]

Aha!

[There's a pause while he tries to fit all the pieces together. It doesn't happen. So ... were they together while Nate and Chloe were shagging behind his back? Or weren't they? And why did she bother to stay with Nate?]

Nope, everything's still as clear as mud.

[tearsinajar]

What, you need a play by play of everything?

[ Jesus H Christ. ]

Did he ever tell you about El Dorado? Panama?

[flynnitomite]

He certainly did not. Are you telling me he found the bloody city of gold in Panama?

[tearsinajar]

That's just it, it wasn't a city of gold. Not like how it's depicted in the stories.

[flynnitomite]

But he still found it. That son of a bitch.

['Son of a bitch' comes out more appreciatively than he would care to admit.]

[tearsinajar]

He wasn't alone. Sully and I were there with him. We were also trying to work out how to keep this from falling into the wrong hands.

[flynnitomite]

[He rolls his eyes a little at the mention of Sully--Victor has always been practically sewn to Drake's hip, there's no surprise there.]

That's awfully unspecific. I'd imagine anybody else's hands are the 'wrong hands' for a fortune in gold.

[tearsinajar]

His name was Gabriel Roman. He was also a treasure hunter. His partner was Navarro.

[ Not that it mattered, both were long gone dead. ]

[flynnitomite]

[Now there's a name he hadn't heard in a while—but he had heard of him, as he was definitely in the circle of clients he knew of back when he and Drake were on friendlier terms.]

Ohhhh yeah, I know of him. Heard he was a real prick.

[tearsinajar]

He was...something like that, yeah. Anyway, El Dorado isn't a city. It's a statue.

[flynnitomite]

Still made of gold though, yeah?

[tearsinajar]

Sure is.

[flynnitomite]

And you lot snaked it away from Roman?

[tearsinajar]

[ That draws out a laugh. Probably her first ever with Harry Flynn. ]

If you consider dropping the statue down into the Pacific Ocean snaking it away, sure, we'll go with that.

[flynnitomite]

[Oh. Well that explains why he found Drake sulking at a bar in Greece, then. Flynn looks devastated.]

You did what?!

[tearsinajar]

It wasn't safe, Harry. It was a sarcophagus. Whatever was inside was dangerous.

[flynnitomite]

So dump whatever was inside into the ocean instead.

[tearsinajar]

Opening it up in the first place was a big mistake. Roman paid for that.

[flynnitomite]

What, was it a mummy's curse or summat?

[He laughs. That would be silly. There aren't mummies in Panama.]

[tearsinajar]

An airborne virus, from the mummy of El Dorado. Roman breathed in whatever was inside and it...changed him.

[ He can laugh all he wants... ]