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[aluminumandash]

[ He makes a noise in the back of his throat, vaguely approving. He's been handled before, doubtless will be again: doesn't mean he has to like it. ] Alright. Building's about thirty by thirty, cells inside—three of 'em—are six by six. From here I'd say ten hours to the northeast beach, straight shot east. There's a river to the west, but I ain't had the pleasure. [ Yet. ]

You doing this to scale?

[2199]

A map to scale would be nice, wouldn't it?

At the moment, I'm looking for landmarks. A basic outline of the shape of this place and notable locations seems like a reasonable first step.

[aluminumandash]

Mmmmm. [ Studiously flat: ] Some of the people here got more reach than grasp.

Follow the coast to the north of here, there's a plane husk out in the water. Cockpit, pretty fucking old. That senator, lady she was talking to about the trail markers, they might could tell you more.

[2199]

[Similarly flat,] Overwhelmed and overconfident.

[Nice to feel she has nothing to prove, and nothing needs to be proven to her. She wonders when that will change; it always does.]

'Here' being your bunker? It's a good start. Two bunkers, a crashed plane, and the airfield. If we can figure out where they are in relation to each other, it's a good step forward.

[aluminumandash]

Updates'll have to be retrospective [ —on account of multiple people dying in this neck of the woods— ] but I'll be sure and let you know.

What's around the airfield? I ain't been near it.

[2199]

Retrospective is better than none at all. There's no perfect solution.

By the southwestern shore. A little ways north is a river with a fishing weir-- our people made it-- and SOS drawn into the sand. I haven't found who made that yet. Then, another river, and no ford. I'm travelling upstream to see if I can find its source, or a place to cross.

[aluminumandash]

[ "Our people," huh?

This is all solid information—vital, maybe—but: ] Didn't you wanna stay at the field?

[2199]

I could do more elsewhere. They have a scientist at the airfield-- they have things handled. It would be a good base, especially to send anyone injured, but we have to establish paths to it, which requires a map.

[aluminumandash]

Yeah. They done a lot with a little, from the sound of things. [ A slight pause. ] You a scientist too?

[2199]

[Her voice rolls droll, humored.] No. The people on this island are very fond of trying to guess my job.

[aluminumandash]

[ Not her people anymore.

Neutral: ] Keeps things simple.

[2199]

Maybe too simple.

[But sure, fine.]

What did you do before this?

[aluminumandash]

Police. Homicide, Louisiana.

[2199]

NCIS. West Virginia and DC, mostly, but I went where I was needed.

Were you on a case, before you woke up here?

[aluminumandash]

[ Measured: ] I was. [ He thinks of it—her, that field, her diary—often. Not enough. ] But I, I can't figure a connection.

You?

[2199]

I was.

There's no reason having a busy professional life would land us here. But I wonder if the people here have some other commonality beyond bad luck.

[aluminumandash]

Do you wonder, or do you have a theory?

[2199]

Did you know déjà vu is caused by the brain forming memories incorrectly? What can seem like a meaningful connection, some kind of echo, is really just a malfunctioning synapse.

I have theories, but they only apply to me. I guess I need more data.

[aluminumandash]

Pareidolia. I know it.

What're they like at the field? The people.