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[At a glance, Nate doesn't seem too perturbed for a recently spirited away from home guy who never expected to go into the upper atmosphere of Earth, much less make it to the far reaches of space. Either he's extremely adaptable or he's great at putting up a front. Then again, why can't it be both?]

This is where we all share a little about ourselves, right? [He raises a hand in a casual wave. Those who have met Nate since his arrival might notice that he is now wearing a wedding ring.] My name's Nathan Drake, my hobbies include climbing and digging into the really dusty parts of the library, and I don't actually like long walks on the beach that much. Which I wouldn't have thought would be an issue since, you know. Space. But then we went to Vacation Planet.

[The cheerful expression of an amiable wiseass slips a little, revealing something closer to wonderment.]

I've gotta tell you, when I boarded my plane home, I didn't expect to end up outside of the solar system. So far, space isn't what I would have pictured. But the view on the observation deck, wow—it's pretty out of this world.

[He chuckles at his own pun, because he's the kind of person who does that.]

Can't say coming here would have been my first choice of next career moves, but I can think of worse places to be. Anyway, good to meet everyone, or at least talk at you. [He shrugs.] Close enough.

[action for nomo #013; this is the first time Nate's returned to the ship since going down to spend a few days in the lap of luxury, and he's brought a few things with him. His area of the room isn't messy yet, possibly because he just doesn't have that much stuff yet, but there are a few packages stacked on his bunk. Nate himself is sitting on the couch, flipping through his journal when he's not playing with the MID.]

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[He's not going to try anything, much as he'd like to. Baby steps, he keeps reminding himself. Enjoying some afternoon flirtation doesn't erase the unresolved issues between them.

But he wants to be with her. So he takes the opportunity and steps inside, thumbs resting safely in his belt loops.]

Cozy, huh? I'd have figured we were too old for communal living, but I guess space changes things.

[A thought occurs to him.] Is this what college is like? Stuffing a bunch of people in a dorm?

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You're never too old for communal living. It does make me wonder though if this was planned.

[ Taking a step back she then turns and heads back over to the small sitting area, picking out a chair to plop down into. ]

Kind of. Sometimes it's four to a room, sometimes it's two.

Huh. [That whole world is a mystery to him. Everything he knows about college comes from movies.] I've lived with groups of people before, but there were a few differences from this.

[He follows her to the sitting area, good idea, then remembers-]

Planned how?

Hostels don't count.

[ Leaning back into her seat, she shrugs. ]

I mean— doesn't it feel weird? We're both brought here, we go through something they call the Ingress, and we're both from around the same point in our lives— Yemen.

The only difference is we're a week apart with timelines. You're from my future and I'm from your past.

[No, they don't, but the orphanage probably isn't something to go into now. That's long in the past. He shrugs non-committally and listens as she continues.]

I guess so. If they were just pulling people from random points in their lives, odds are we'd be from a lot farther apart. I hope we've got a bunch more decades, anyway. And yeah, it's a hell of a coincidence, bringing people who know each other.

[He drums his fingertips on the edge of the chair, thinking.]

What would be the point, though? What's the benefit to them?

If things go as they should, I don't see why we wouldn't.

[ What a scary, unsettling thought. Things could go so wrong out here in a world of many that they know nothing about. Where aliens do exist. But now isn't the time to think about that, a life completely without him, even as friends.

Something in her expression shifts at the thought and Elena draws her feet up onto the edge of the chair. His finger drumming draws her out of whatever uncomfortable thoughts she has. ]

Other than making our lives more difficult than they already are? I really don't know.

Who knows what they're thinking, what they're even planning. Could be that we're worrying over nothing.

[They better. Nate wants to grow old and gray and wrinkly beside her until they're holding hands in side-by-side rocking chairs, watching the grandkids play.]

Seems kind of petty to bring in the right people at the wrong times to mess with them, doesn't it?

[And that's assuming they'd even know how to do it, that they have some insight into people's lives ahead of time. Honestly, simple bad luck might be a less unnerving thought.]

There's nothing we can do to change it now, so I guess we just stay on the alert, keep our eyes out for anything hinky. And work our new jobs, once we're done on vacation planet. [He raises his eyebrows.] Which should be an experience.

Fixed up, I see.

[The proverbial tea-sipping is happening, even without the tea.]

Huh?

[He legitimately doesn't know what she's referring to.]

[She raises a hand, wiggling her ring finger in particular.]

[Nate visibly blanches, then glares at her.]

Wow okay let's do something that's not talking about this where everyone can see!

[So, no, not fixed up.]

[She blinks, even visibly recoils ever so slightly. Well then.]

Right. You're not a celebrity, tabloids are off the table.

[Just joke about it, that's it Isha.]

[He's not being oversensitive YOU'RE being oversensitive.]

I'd be terrible on magazine covers anyway. No one ever gets my good side.

[Yes good joking is fine.]

[On this end, Nate rolls his eyes.]

ok. i'll keep that in mind in case space santa brings me a gun for christmas this year. i've been a good boy.

I never even took algebra, so.

Probably, yeah.

Aww, you're putting in effort for me. That's out of this world.

You have a good side?

[Said with a smirk, what a shit.]

Well, you know, can't have a teenager thinking I'm uncool. That's surely never happened before.

Ouch. That's real hurtful. You're a hurtful person.

Oh, that's a new addition.

[She means the ring, of course.]

Was Elena afraid you'd get snatched up by space vixens?

[She's seen Star Trek, okay. Space vixens can't be trusted.]

Yeah, sounds like it. Blowing holes in planes. Should earn you a great reward come Christmas.

We have an armoury on board. Maybe if you're really good, you can get something out of there to protect yourself.

[ Look, he'll keep the sarcasm battle going alllll day if he has to. ]

[If he looks a little uneasy when she mentions his new ring, well, it's subtle enough that hopefully only Chloe will notice. She was around during happier days when he wore his first ring and there again when it was gone, way before space, after all. But she'd never said anything about it to him. He kinda wonders what she'd thought.]

Had mine on before I got yanked here. [So yeah, things changed in Yemen.] It got lost in the Ingress, apparently. So—new one.

[He shrugs.] I'm sure the space vixens have lots of better choices anyway.

the plane was being flown by a bunch of assholes who wanted to play illuminati and creepily influence the whole world so screw you

is it like a library or do we have to pay money for a piece

Oh, you bruise easily, that's all.

It's not like you specified. What am I supposed to assume?

There's no currency system in place here. I know you have to make an appointment to get in, but other than that I'm not sure. I was smart enough to bring my own weapons.

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