01 - Video (backdated to 11/1, 12:45)

[hellosailor]

[The video flicks on to a shaky view of the ceiling, and the only sound is indistinct muttering for a few seconds until Victor figures out he's recording] Ha! Got ya.

[Theres a blur of movement and then a face, front and center. The man on the other end, who has smears of dirt across his brow and is holding his tablet in both hands, looks pleased as punch for a moment before he remembers why he's doing this.]

Name's Victor Sullivan. Right. I know everyone's in a tizzy right now about whatever goddamn thing has gone sideways, but I've got a request. These Initiative fellas didn't exactly give me fair warning before hauling me in, so I've got about six layers of grime and and I smell like the ass-end of a skunk.

[He looks away from the screen and scratches absently at an eyebrow, the arm is equally dirty and the sleeves of his shirt look stained at best.]

I managed to find the showers finally, but I don't have anything to change into so I can get these damn clothes washed. If anyone's got something they could lend me for a couple of hours, I'd sure appreciate it.

[He considers his position for a moment, then grins] Truth is I don't have much to offer in exchange but I'll gladly share a cigar with the man willing to lend me a hand.

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[hellosailor]

[The smile's back. This situation is weird as all get-out but attitude went a long way with him] Cocky! Well, you might have to prove that one.

[He thought she might get the chance]

Well, that's something. Look, this whole video-phone is swell and all, but I think this is a conversation better had in person. How about you figure out where we can get that drink and I'll focus on getting this crap cleaned off of me. We can rendezvous later.

[He pronounces every syllable of rendezvous, until it doesn't sound even slightly french. He's still not sure he entirely trusts her; she says they know each other, that doesn't guarantee they're friends or that she hasn't put a knife in him sometime in the future. But he's pretty sure he can handle her if it comes to that, and hell, if not at least it'll be a pleasant death.]

[totallytrustworthy]

[Never underestimate Victor Sullivan when it comes to adaptability. As a matter of fact, she's fairly certain that's where Nate pulls his from.] Well it's no Cebicheria La Mar, but the cafeteria seems like our best shot at this point. You let me know when you're done washing up - I'll meet you there.

[hellosailor]

Well hell, what is?

Alright, hopefully a goddamn pair of pants shows up soon, I'd hate to leave you waiting.

[totallytrustworthy]

Think I might be able to forgive you for taking your time just this once.

[hellosailor]

Alright then. I'll give you a ring when I get this sorted darlin'.