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[trilluminati]

[ Q slips loose and leans back. Opens a CD tray and swipes a blunt out from the tray.

He shakes his head at the Doc before he lights. Don't even. ]

He's mad. He's too mad, Doc. I saw in his eyes -- he could float bourbon they was so ice.

[ And...cloud. ]

You think he's gonna come to kill me.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

Kid, if you needed killing I wouldn't be able to keep Grimm from snapping your neck right now.

[His hands are very carefully nowhere near Q's neck as he says that. He raises a brow to the blunt, but says nothing.]

I think he's going to burn his bridges.

[trilluminati]

I guess that means the salvage is out.

[ He lays his arms across his knees, sighing. ]

I'll never be mad at him. For what it's worth. I fuckin' understand where he's comin' from too often.

[ Toss that fucking red bull across the floor. ]

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

What he means to do and what you let him get away with are two different things.

How many times do you think I had to chase his ass down when he sprinted off on me? I've lost count.

[He reaches over to rub Q's back, lips pressed in a wry twist. Redbull is replaced with Rockstar and damn if his implants don't give a damning clack against the metal when he offers it over.]

Tell him what you see in Wesker. Tell him why you trust him. And don't say it's unconditional because that won't help your case.

[trilluminati]

[ Pokerface. ]

I don't do that. He goes off, he comes back when he needs me. Aye-aye, cap'n.

[ He slumps over this can instead. But his scarred fingertips run over the logo covetously. ]

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

Stop making a tool of yourself. You're better than that.

[trilluminati]

Psh. It's not like how I made it sound. We just have a good time together. Until we don't.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

Welcome to life with Jim. Highs, lows, and everything in between.

[trilluminati]

It's aiight. I'm not complaining. It's just everybody else too, all at once.

[ Visions of sunglasses dance through his head. ]

Well, almost everybody.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

Wesker.

[A statement, not a question.]

Questionable actions beget questions. You mean well, but you don't think about how you're coming off.

[trilluminati]

I always look a little shady, Doc. It's just I can't explain before everybody gets all uproarious.

[ Q tugs his hood up. See? ]

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

[McCoy flicks the hood back down without preamble.]

Write up debriefs. Do them the way Jim does, rambling, detailed, stream of consciousness but honest. Put it all out there before people start suspect'n things.

[trilluminati]

Nnnnnno. That's his job. He's good at it, I ain't. I get distracted too easy.

[ He taps his temple. ]

ADHD.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

...You know there's a cure for that in my time, and I can code it into my hypospray if you ask.

[trilluminati]

I got all the medicine I ever need right here.

[ Q crosses himself. ]

Bless that Hikaru. She's gonna' make someone a keeper someday. I'll work on my communication skills.

[ Whooooo, that far-away look. ]

Long as you only mad because you worried.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

Like I said- if you ask.

[He shrugs. Some things he'll force treatment for. The contents of one's mind? Not his place to screw around with.]

Worried and frustrated. I finally get things settled with Jim, and this happens. I would like just one goddamn day where someone isn't having an emotional crisis. Make nice with him if you can, if you can't? I don't know what to tell you.

[trilluminati]

I'll be good to him. That's all I can promise.

[ Q drinks the blunt deeply for a moment. ]

We need to talk.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

I'm here. So talk. God knows we both got time till Jones decides he's tired of dick'n around and sets the island on fire.

[trilluminati]

I wanna cure the Haze again.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

Meaning you stopped wanting to cure it between now and the last time you spoke- or when we spoke the first time you only cured it the once and the entire process is still pretty goddamn hypothetical.

[This is McCoy, horribly unsurprised.]

Information you could've shared when we had the conversation the first time, kid.

[trilluminati]

I kind of did.

[ Hood back up. ]

... In my way.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

Shoot straight or I'm walk'n out. I have Jim half naked in the bedroom and that's more appealing to me than cryptic almost talk.

Communication skills, remember?

[Hood back down.

Q might notice McCoy didn't have to use his hands to do that.]

[trilluminati]

Fine, but after you're gonna tell me why you think that's a good idea. You saw what happened to the last two people.

[ Tugs his collar up around his ears. ]

Anyway, I have it. The Haze. Don't worry, I'm aiight. It doesn't really affect me.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

...something else it would've been useful to know- seeing as clones we're supposed to be immune for one and- shit.

[He feels fine. He should be fine. But there's no goddamn way he can tell how it's transmitted and it's going to hurt like a sonovabitch but he pulls the tweezers from his pocket anyhow and plucks the implants from his finger and thumb, shoving the silicone medigel plugs in place instead.


Losing Mo'cawa is a little like going deaf and colorblind.

He doesn't let it shake him. Much.]

[trilluminati]

[ Q flashes him a crumpled smile. ]

Smart man.