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[The video opens with a myriad of dizzying images: a few quick, blurry shakes that indicate the owner of the TAB has no idea how to turn it on, a couple of glimpses at the ground as they spin the device to try and find a button, a palm as it strikes down on the screen.

Clearly someone isn't used to such technology. They even mutter a:]

Jesus, how does this thing--?

[Sam jumps a little as he turns the TAB to face him, only to see that it's already recording. And what a sight he is to behold, with dirt on his clothes and blood on his nose and down his left arm. He looks like he could go for a nice hot bath, or like he's just come out of a jungle.]

Holy shit, okay. Okay, uh--hey.

[That's what you're supposed to say, right? Sam gives a small little uncommitted half wave with his free hand, like he's not exactly sure if that's what he should do.]

I'm not sure if anyone is actually on the other end of this, but if there are others out there, I could use a little help. I mean I realize I'm not exactly in Kansas anymore, but space? A whole other planet? Come on, somebody's gotta be busting my balls here, right? At least buy a guy a drink and let him have a cigarette first before you throw that at him.

[He pauses as if expecting some kind of laugh track or other response, but then continues shortly after.]

Also, I--[He shifts uncomfortably, considering what he should say. It takes him a little longer than before to speak again, but once he does, he looks directly at the camera.] I'm looking for my brother. He's about this tall, he's got bro--oh, shit!

[Which is the last curse everyone hears as he accidentally loses his grip on his TAB and it tumbles to the floor and turns off. He'll get the hang of this eventually.]

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Kansas is a long ways behind us. So are Dorothy and Toto.

[ She offers the stranger a smile, warm, welcoming. Slowly, it slips— just when he's losing his grip and the feed cuts.

Doesn't take much to pull the connection back up. ]

Oops. Hi.

[If Sam wants a laugh track, he's got one. A bit of schadenfreude is just what Flynn needs at the moment. He chuckles at Sam's fumbled attempts at communication.]

A little advice, mate—it helps if you hold on to the thing.

[It's a good thing she knows how to pull the connection back up because the last thing he would want to happen after the last (and first) time he met Elena Fisher is to have her think that he hung up on her now.]

Hey.

[Give him a moment. He's staring at the video of her like he's just seen a ghost, and perhaps a little too cautiously.

Right. Words. Break the tension.]

You so sure about Dorothy and Toto? I'm half expecting some flying monkeys to come swooping down here.

Wait till you try to order a pizza around here-- you'll pray for none pizza left beef.

....What's his name?

[ Tension, what tension? ]

Last I heard, swooping is bad. Luckily, I haven't seen any swooping monkies, and I've been here for a while now.

[ Elena motions to her cheek, ignores how he's looking at her. ]

You all right? Looks like it might hurt.

[This is not the kind of laugh track he wanted.]

Oh, really? That's your big advice? Yeah, thank you very much I'll try to keep that in mind.

[He winks.]

I'll be here all week. ...And the week after and then however long we're all lost in space or what have you.

But anyway, I wouldn't hold your breath if you're looking for someone in particular. The way people get kidnapped 'round here seems to be random.

Well, good to know they still got some real food out here. But none pizza left beef? What is that? Just a plate with beef on the left side?

My brother's? His name's Nathan.

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[Oh, you don't feel that? Just me? Okay cool.]

Wait a minute, wait a minute. What do you mean? How long is a while? We talking a few weeks, or...?

[Shit did something happen to her while they were chasing Avery's treasure? A look of concern crosses his face, but he's startled by her second question.]

What? [His hand absentmindedly goes up to mirror her action.] Oh, yeah, I uh--got into a little argument. Nothing a little plastic surgery can't fix, right?

[ All you, bro. ]

I'd say more like months. There might be a year included in there, somewhere.

Time's been a little tricky here.

[ His concern, she misunderstands it as concern for himself. As far as she's concerned, they've never met. Why should he care about her? ]

Should I ask how the other guy looks? [ An amused little chuckle. ] Look, if you want to come by the hospital, I can patch you up.

—wait, what region are you in? One? Two?

Well, a little advice? Might want to keep your day job.

[But he sighs with a small shake of his head.]

Jesus, this is like being in a some sort of science fiction movie or something. They're not gonna start harvesting our organs or probing us with anything are they?

[Watching the video, Nate's ready to admit that this is basically why he doesn't really bother with video, but the guy's face looks somewhat familiar, so he checks the poster name -

[And has to go for video too.]

Sam?!

I could bust your balls if you're still looking for a reality check. It's been a slow month.

And how fucking many of you guys came here looking for lost family members? The network's like a community wanted page by now. "Have you seen my dogs?"

You should count yourself lucky that there's actually drink to be had around here, mate. When I got abducted the beers were in short supply and there wasn't so much as a snifter on offer for the newly arrived.

Also: word to the wise. Don't smack the bloody TAB against a rock to get it to work. They don't much like that.

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[a snort] Guess they don't got that joke where you're from-- but nah, they just have some weird ass stuff on pizzas here. If you don't ask for more normal stuff, anyway.

You close with him?

[It's been a long day off-world, working hard for the money and all that, and Nate's not immediately tempted to check the TAB and see what he missed while he was out. As much as he still feels a connection to the former crew of the Moira and thinks they should keep an eye out for each other, he's never been so attached to electronic communication as he has in the time he's been space kidnapped. It's nice to get a break from it once in a while.

So he's not in any particular rush as he makes his way through Region 1, heading vaguely towards home. He's just clearing his head, taking in the atmosphere of the city as he sometimes does in his travels, definitely not expecting to see a familiar face.]

[Daisy catches the latter half of that poor guy rambling on before he shouts and the connection is lost. Thinking something might've happened, Daisy tries to get the video feed back on.]

You okay?

Holy shit. are you serious?? A year? How does that even work, we've only been gone like a week or two at most, right?

[His mind is going at about a hundred miles per minute. They weren't even gone months, so how could she have been here for a year?]

I'm--I don't know, region one I guess. [He looks around briefly before getting back to the important questions.] Wait, hold on, are you okay? They do anything to you?

[Because that's the only explanation for a year passing by, right?]

Something like that.

[ It's a distracted response. She doesn't think much of the 'we' question. It isn't until he's asking about her that she blinks, puzzled. ]

Me? I'm fine. I mean, yeah, I survived a ship crash, dealt with some hairless zombies and had my arm snapped in half— like I said, I'm fine. It's been a while.

Since you're in Region One, do you know how to get to the hospital? I work here. We can talk more then.

[Oh they they it, he's just behind on the times on memes.]

How weird we talking? Like pineapple weird or anchovies weird? They at least have pepperoni, right?

[Priorities. He chuckles at the second question though, like he's laughing at himself. It's kind of a loaded question to ask, even if it should be simple.]

Yeah, about as close as two brothers can be. [Well, considering everything that's happened.] Practically raised him myself. [Okay time to change the subject] There isn't some sort of directory or something here, right? Some kind of guest list or information booth or anything like that?

[Sam's in the process of picking up his TAB again when the video comes up, but when he sees the very young face of his younger brother yelling back at him, he nearly drops it again.]

Jesus Christ, Nathan?? What the hell happened to you?

Well, I appreciate the offer but I think I'll stick to pinching for now.

Sounds like somebody had family problems back where they came from.

I don't know, I haven't seen any place to get a beer around here yet. The least they could do is give everyone a six pack as a welcoming gift. That and a pack of cigarettes.

You talking from experience?

[He's hurriedly picking the TAB back up, checking it to make sure it's still okay. At least her video means it's still working.]

Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Just--just lost my grip on this thing. Could use a smoke, though.

Like the pineapple talks weird-- no, I'm kidding. But it does move. And yeah, pepperoni is just pepperoni.

[he's quiet for a moment and damn, he shouldn't have asked.] So you'd know the indian burns on his ass anywhere, right. There might be one, on the TAB. A directory, that is.

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