‡1st Treasure‡

[totallytrustworthy]

[The video feed sparks to life as Chloe taps repeatedly at the screen, offering the net a view of a woman with shoulder-length dark hair and bright eyes, wearing a stylish biking jacket and a few layers of leather necklaces with various little charms hanging from their ends. The city's skyline is visible behind her from a particularly high vantage point, and it's likely that she's found herself a resting place somewhere atop the roof of one of the taller buildings. She wiggles a few fingers lazily in greeting before speaking up with a distinctly Australian accent.]

Evening, everyone. Chloe here. New arrival, in case you haven't noticed. All right, somewhat new. Got dragged into this mess a few days ago and decided to take my time getting settled; never know what's out there if you don't bother to look first.

I was a treasure hunter back home-- one of the best in the business, I might add. Problem is I'm getting the impression that there's not much treasure to be found here on Alcatraz, and I'd prefer to stay sharp while things are relatively quiet. So here's the deal: if you need something of value-- for a price-- I'm more than happy to lend a well-trained hand and fetch it for you.

[She moves to shut the call down before adding, thoughtfully]

And in the meantime, if anyone out there knows a place that serves good drinks, I'm all ears. After all this I could sure as hell use one.  

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[flynninomite]

[ Chloe? Really? When Flynn sees the familiar face on his netbook, his first impulse (after staring in shock for a few beats) is to shut off the feed. He manages to keep it off for a few seconds, but soon he's tuned back in and listening to her introduction.

Needless to say, he's not sure how he feels about this development. A small part of him is thrilled - a very, very small part. The rest is equal parts self-pitying and angry. The end result of this tangle of emotions is a violently bitter mood.

It takes him another moment to decide on replying, but inevitably he does. He's not really the type to stay away from trouble. ]

Well, look who it is. Shouldn't you be in slightly more pieces?

[totallytrustworthy]

[Damn. She was hoping you would still be preoccupied sleeping off those wounds of yours.]

You wouldn't prefer it if I was, Harry.

[There's no particular inflection there. In fact, for someone who primarily communicates with tones, it's pretty damn unnatural. But you're back from the dead and you pulled through all right, so she's not even sure where she stands on all of this.]

Good to know that stranger was of some help after all.

[flynninomite]

Yeah, well, clearly you don't know me as well as you think. [ Or maybe she knows him better than he knows himself, but hey, he's not going to say it. There's a small flicker of surprise when he connects the stranger comment to the anonymous texting, but it's covered up pretty quickly with more anger. ]

Oh, aren't you the clever one. So very compassionate of you to check in while I was bleeding to death. Your transformation into that wet noodle girlfriend of Nate's is nearly complete.

[totallytrustworthy]

[Something about Flynn's ridiculous attitude, particularly after everything that'd happened between them, sparks her temper in ways she'd managed to forget for quite some time.]

Oh you're one to talk, aren't you? By the end of things you were practically asking Zoran out on a bloody date.

[flynninomite]

[ The feeling's mutual. Seeing Chloe acting like them running into each other here is a whole lot of nothing when the last thing he remembers was being a second away from blown to bits in front of her... it rankles a bit, alright?

As does the joke about Lazarevic. Rather than making him feistier, however, it serves to drop the temperature of the conversation about a thousand degrees, and his tone is cold when he replies. ]

Yeah, well, wouldn't recommend it. He's not much of a gentleman.

[totallytrustworthy]

Neither were you.

[She folds her arms. The irritation in her voice so thick it's nearly palpable. ]

Here's hoping you learned a thing or two from it, as long a shot as that is.

[flynninomite]

Trust me, sweetheart, it was a day of lessons.

[ Among them being: don't go out on a limb for others, be more careful with who you trust, lay off the monologuing and be quicker to pull the trigger when you have someone at gunpoint... you get the idea. ]

[totallytrustworthy]

Fantastic, absolutely glad to hear you're still choking down that gigantic ego of yours. Hope the two of you are very happy together and all that.

Oh look at the time. Sorry, love, other calls to make. Enjoy the rest of your evening-- wouldn't want to keep you from all that brooding. [AND WITH THAT SHE HANGS UP.]