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[The voice that comes through is hesitant at first, but hardens quickly. She sounds strained, hoarse, and like she's struggling to stay alert.]
This is Agent Carolina.
[A pause.]
Sorry, I'm not familiar with this hardware--
[She draws in a sharp breath, as though startled by something.]
I'm--in need of medical attention. And I need to reach UNSC command. Any help directing me to the appropriate channels would be appreciated.
[Her closing sounds almost automatic.]
Carolina out.
This is Agent Carolina.
[A pause.]
Sorry, I'm not familiar with this hardware--
[She draws in a sharp breath, as though startled by something.]
I'm--in need of medical attention. And I need to reach UNSC command. Any help directing me to the appropriate channels would be appreciated.
[Her closing sounds almost automatic.]
Carolina out.
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York
York wouldn't.
No idea what York would. Not anymore.
She's vaguely aware of being coaxed to her feet. Moved. Heavy. Head's a lead weight. And there's somebody she can't trust but it's nobody or it's everybody or she can't zero in on it, can't figure it out. ]
York, don't--
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[ York keeps a firm arm around Carolina's shoulders, hoping she can keep her still enough to keep from lashing out at any of the medics. They get her to a cot, try to get her situated, because dammit, these wounds need to be treated. ]
Hold still, okay? You're gonna be fine.
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She goes down on the cot. Can't exactly help that. It's either there or on the floor. ]
Okay--okay but don't.
[ She's not even sure what she means herself. ]
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[ Nobody really bothers to tell York to get out of the way -- the medics just work around her, and York peers down at Carolina with an uncertain grimace. It reminds her a little of back when she'd still been in her own world, still in the Project, when Carolina and Wash had really started to nosedive after their implantations. This Carolina -- does she still have her AI? York catches a glimpse of the bloody mess of the back of her neck and winces. Maybe not. Christ, what happened? ]
You're in a clinic, okay? The docs here are gonna get you fixed up. Just breathe, okay, boss?
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She's never trusted her own mind so little. And that's saying something. ]
Okay.
[ She sucks in a sharp, pained breath and squeezes her eyes shut because if she opens them and sees what she thinks she's going to see, she doesn't trust herself not to start screaming. ]
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I'm gonna leave 'em to it. You, uh, look like you need the rest. I'll come by later, yeah?
[ No guarantee Carolina will even really respond, and York wouldn't be surprised. She doesn't think she'd get a meaningful answer from her now, anyway, but hell if she isn't going to find out later what made Carolina look at her like that. She has to know. ]
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She manages a nod. ]
'Kay.
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And that's what brings her back, really. She has to know, or at least she's gotta ask. The clinic docs tell her Carolina's awake now, and York sidles into past the curtain to Carolina's bed, her deliberately casual posture trying to cover for her apprehension. She's not sure if this conversation is going to go any better than the first, but hey, she has to try.
She doesn't come too close to the bed, hanging back, hands shoved into back pockets. She's dressed down in civvies, but now she's thinking that might've been a mistake. ]
Hey.
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The talk with Wash is still hanging over her. Supposes she has to believe him, as far as where she is anyway. As for the rest... she can't even deal with thinking about the rest right now. Later. When she's figured out her next step toward finding a way back.
She looks up with a start as York enters. Right. York. That happened.
Carolina nods guardedly. ]
Hey.
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So...you've probably got a few questions.
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Think I've heard about all the answers I can take for one day. And then some.
[ God, this is strange. Things might've been sort of blurry earlier, but she remembers the gist of what happened. Surprised she came back, to be perfectly honest. But then... she probably shouldn't be.
It's what York would do.
Carolina winces slightly.
Part of her says she should apologize, and it irritates her, because how the hell was she supposed to react? Can tell the woman's shaken up, with the distance she keeps--which Carolina doesn't particularly mind.
Not like she has any idea what to say. ]
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Man, this is not how she envisioned her day going. ]
I, uh, guess I'll see myself out, then.
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She's York. Even if nothing Wash said had even begun to convince her... the woman standing in the doorway is York. Some version of York. Probably different from the York she knew in some way... some way besides being a woman. But she's York.
Carolina sighs.
She does want answers, she just can't get the ones she wants from this York. Still. ]
York, I--
[ Oh, good. Now she's right back with no idea what to say. Better come up with something. ]
You don't have to go.
[ Stalling. Damn it, Carolina. Should've just let her go. ]
Listen, I--I'll pay you back for this.
[ She needs to do that, at least. Hates to owe anybody anything. ]
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Well, this conversation isn't getting any more comfortable, that's for sure.
York shrugs one shoulder, almost uneasily, and shakes her head, huffing out a laugh through her nose. ]
Hey, I don't want your money. Consider it a welcome gift, 'cause you're not gonna catch too many breaks from here on out. "We're not in Kansas anymore" is a gross understatement.
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Yeah, I picked up on that.
[ She pauses. Suppose she should be asking some questions. Still so overwhelmed from everything Wash told her, she almost managed to forget what was going on right in front of her. Like alien doctors. Alien doctors who, evidently, didn't try to kill her, seeing as she's still breathing.
She nods to York. Still going to pay her back, no matter what she says. Soon as she figures out what passes for currency around here. And where to get some. ]
How long've you been here?
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Four months. And before that, it was some other hellhole I was stuck on. This one's better, I think.
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You saying there's other...
[ Shit, she doesn't even know what's she's trying to ask. She tries again. ]
You're saying you've... jumped universes or whatever it is that happens... more than once?
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[ She can't help the self-deprecating smile that comes out a little sick, pulling at the skin around her bad eye. She runs a hand over the back of her neck, fingers tracing absently over the empty chipslot. It's been empty for over a year now. ]
I haven't been home in a long time now. Spent the better part of a year living under the reign of a crazy AI, and then me'n Wash wound up here. You get used to it after a while.
[ Not easily, that's for sure. At least not for York. Getting used to it had been a pretty unpleasant ride. ]
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[ Carolina's eyes drift to somewhere on the far wall as that sinks in. So they haven't been alone, either of them, since they got here. York and Wash were always pretty friendly. Could've been together when... whatever happened, happened. So they've had each other.
Must be nice.
There's so much more she could ask, but she can't lose her focus. Needs to gather information she can actually use. ]
How did it happen? Was it a teleporter? Or something else?
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Far as I can tell, yeah. We're not really sure how it is people disappear around here, though. Not so much with the teleporters.
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Was some kind of shuttle I came in on. No idea how I got there... it's all pretty blurry.
You said you've been here a while. Anybody around here been studying this phenomenon? There has to be someone with some idea how this happens.
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[ The thought of the Reapers still makes her face turn grim. She says she likes this place better, but...well, she's not really sure how much longer this place is even gonna be around. ]
We never figured out back on Sacrosanct, either, far as I know. I was there eight months -- Wash, even longer. To my knowledge, nobody ever figured out how or why that rift was pulling people in and out.
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[ And there's no one on this station who's decided to study it? Whatever else is going on in this universe, it must be pretty damn serious to let something like an interdimensional portal fly by the wayside. Carolina makes a mental note to find out where the scientists hang out at her first opportunity. ]
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[ York shrugs, rubbing her arm. She can't help but wonder about the fact that Carolina is pointedly not asking York any questions about herself. Just this place. Maybe she doesn't want to know. But man, York does. She can't say she doesn't have a gnawing curiosity. ]
Far as I know, we were among the first wave, a few months back. And since then, it hasn't really stopped. And yeah, we wanna figure out what's goin' on, but mostly, we've been trying to get by.
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Not as many as there used to be? Meaning they left this station, or...?
[York seems restless, and Carolina's not quite sure why. Said she came to answer questions, after all.
It's making her really uneasy how resigned both York and Wash seem to be about being stuck here. It's like they want her to just give up, not even look for a way back.
She should know why it's so important for Carolina to get back, she should know, if it was the same in her timeline, Wash said it was--except are they even from the same timeline? She's been assuming they were, but maybe not.
Either way, her York never understood and evidently this one's not much different. ]
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pbbbhth sorry this is so late my life has been on fire
no worries!
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my turn to apologize for going ghost