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[agnominal]

[ There's a perplexed looking young man in view of the screen. Anyone familiar with Locus will probably recognize him, but something's definitely different. That tell-tale x-shaped scar? Gone. His hair is shorter, hanging just below his jaw. Moreover, his eyes don't quite hold that thousand-yard-stare to them just yet.

He looks, well. Teenaged.

He's also holding Luna up to view. She's purring heavily, but he appears bewildered by her presence, if anything. ]

Does anyone know whose cat this is? I just...found her here when I woke up.

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[agnominal]

No, sorry. I haven't exactly gone outside and started exploring where we are. I found myself distracted.

[ Off-screen, Luna gives a little squeak. ]

[nofortunateson]

Hah, okay. I'm gonna have a quick look around here and see if I can't find something more military and less 'fancy summer house.' Is it okay if I call you back later?

[The other guy sounds like he's doing all right, and Gabriel doesn't know if he could help even if he wanted to. Who knows where they actually are in relationship to each other. But he's not going to just leave another castaway drifting like that.]

[agnominal]

Alright. I'll let you know what I find when I head out.

I'm Sam.

[nofortunateson]

Gabe. Nice to meet you, Sam, talk to you soon.

[And he's off and away. Hopefully there's something nonperishable in the kitchen he can grab.]

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[nofortunateson]

[It takes an hour or two for Gabriel to both figure out what's going on and that it isn't a load of bullshit. But when he does? Sam's the first person he calls.

He's a far cry from the grin-over-wariness of the last call, flushed with excitement and slightly scuffed. There are also trees in the background. Treetops, specifically.]

Sam? Tell me you're getting the same story I'm getting.

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[agnominal]

That we're superheroes from other dimensions?

[ Because that's what he's managed to gather so far. He's only just in the outer hallways of the station, wandering at a slow clip, but he's no longer in the facade of the base. ]

Someone named York told me. Or, Taylor. I think he prefers that one.

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[nofortunateson]

Basically, yeah. Heck of a best-case scenario.

[He's not sure about the dimensional angle, but for him the real meat of the story is that entire 'superheroes' bit.]

Did you try flying yet?

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[agnominal]

I did. Not sure how I feel about it.

[ It still feels...weird. Very weird. A lot of this does, but he's just taking it a step at a time. ]

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[nofortunateson]

Just hovering feels weird, but once you get up to speed it's pretty great.

Did you solve the mystery of the kitten, yet?

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[agnominal]

She's mine. Her name is Luna.

That explains why she didn't want to leave me alone. That, or the food.

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[nofortunateson]

Could be both.

[He grins, because even if this is crazy, it's absolutely the kind of crazy he can roll with. And there's something reassuring in this particular back and forth, even if Sam's incredulity is a lot less spiny than what he's used to.]

Hey, do you want to grab something to eat?

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[agnominal]

Now you need feeding.

[ Sam almost smirks. That is until his own stomach gives a rumble. Traitor. ]

It doesn't sound like a terrible idea.

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[nofortunateson]

Seriously. I think this superpower stuff burns calories.

[He hitches his backpack up onto his shoulders, not sure what their options are in the way of food but sure it's better than a few energy bars.]

Have you seen any sign of a cafeteria? Anything like that?

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[agnominal]

Not yet. But given the purpose of this place, there ought to be a mess hall here somewhere.

[ Which they won't find by just standing around, that's for certain. ]

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[nofortunateson]

Meet you there?

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[agnominal]

Understood.

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[nofortunateson]

[It takes a little while longer of zooming around to find his way into the station corridors proper, and from there a few rounds of directions to get to the mess hall. Once he's there, he distractedly grabs a tray of whatever looks and smells the least actively offputting, already scanning the room for Sam by the time he gets to the end of the line.]

[agnominal]

[ So. The video wasn't very good at conveying height.

Sam isn't going to be hard to miss. Even lacking the extra muscle that a lifetime of military service had given him, he still towers over most, his eyes trained over their heads to try and catch sight of Gabe. ]

[nofortunateson]

[Wow. Gabe runs into people taller than him enough that it's not too offputting, but Sam. Sam is a wall, and the second he spots him he wonders how it took any time at all to sort him out of the crowd. He waves and makes his way over, grinning.]

And here I thought you just had a really tiny cat.

[agnominal]

[ Sam's brow furrows at once, though yes. He's gotten that look before. At least Gabe's still approaching, and something goes a little lax in his shoulders. ]

That's not untrue.

[nofortunateson]

[It might not be intended as a joke, but it gets a laugh anyway, Gabe nodding his head toward one of the tables.]

Let's grab a seat. I'm pretty curious about some of this food.

[agnominal]

Why is that?

[ Gabe is noticeably allowed to take the lead. Sam? Walks beside him, only slightly behind, anticipating where he means to head. ]

[nofortunateson]

I mean. It's not exactly all burgers and fries up there.

[Not that he hadn't grabbed the closest thing possible, but even then, the sheer variety present has made him suspicious of how familiar his selections are actually going to taste.]

[agnominal]

I've definitely seen worse.

[ Growing up poor? You learn to grow a more tolerant palate. But it's true. The food they're serving up here doesn't look all that bad. Maybe different, but he can handle different. ]

[nofortunateson]

Okay, fair.

[It could absolutely be worse, he has to give him that. Taking a seat in an open section, he looks up - something that stays constant even after Sam sits.]

Where are you from, anyway?