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[It's late, late evening on the deck, edging towards proper nighttime, and by all appearances, Jesse has the place entirely to herself. It's the Barge, so there's probably noise coming from behind a closed door somewhere, and there's people visible through the glass walls of the greenhouse - but right now, the open deck itself is an oasis of calm.

For about thirty seconds, anyway. Then there's the sound of springing rope, and a pair of hands shoot up out of nowhere and grab onto the lowest rung of the deck railing, pulling Shaw up onto view. And Shaw, woman of few words though she may be, is never good for calm.]

[Jesse likes the night. She took night shifts for a reason, after all - always easier to do some hard labour at night rather than lie awake worrying about her thoughts doing a swan dive into the fucking toilet.

So yeah, she usually goes for a wander at night, because all the janitorial positions are already filled and she hasn't got anything else to do.

Which is why it's a wild surprise to hear the weird trampoline sound and see someone clamber their way back over the railing.]

Holy shit--! [She runs over immediately, leaning over the rail to offer a hand to Shaw.] Are you alright?

[Shaw ignores the hand initially - but then she remembers the whole "everyone here is a teammate and she's trying to be a good team player" thing, and she reaches out to take it.]

Thanks. I'm fine, though; look over the edge.

[See, Jesse, it's a net. Normal people hang out in nets all the time.]

[It's not too difficult to help pull her back up - Jesse's fairly strong, and Shaw's light - and she lets go fairly quickly once it seems like she's steady.

Because yeah she's leaning to look over the railing at what the fuck is down there.]

...huh. [She glances back at Shaw with a new bit of respect.] Thrill seeker much.

It's a net.

[Shaw says - flatly, but not with any actual hostility. She brushes her hands off on her pants.]

If that's what counts as a thrill in this day and age, I quit.

[Jesse tilts her head slightly.]

So, the fact that you're hanging in the middle of space with nothing but a net separating you and, you know. Bottomless infinity doesn't bother you.

[Despite the dry tone, it's a genuine question. She's fascinated by Shaw's perspective.]

Nope.

[She glances over the edge again, then shrugs.]

'Cause I got a net. Pretty big one, too.

[That gets a huff of laughter and a grin, whip-sharp and just as quick.]

Fair enough. [She turns to lean against the rails, folding her arms.] I'm Jesse, by the way. Not sure we've met.

[Shaw hasn't not been looking at Jesse up to this point, but she gives her a closer look now, crossing her arms and leaning back against the railing.]

Sameen Shaw. You're Jesse Faden?

Yep. Guess that means you saw my post before.

[She has a gun on her hip, a black thing that isn't as much sleek as glaringly angular, with a barrel and no hammer.]

You been here for a while, then?

I didn't see your post. But I talked to Anderson.

Huh. Didn't realise she was talking about it.

[Saga seemed cool, though. Hopefully it wasn't anything bad.]

Did she say something about me?

We didn't spend time gossiping. but she likes you. Said I should keep an eye out for you. You don't know each other at home?

Nah, never. I'm in lockdown at work, and she is from like. Four years in the future. [She rolls her right shoulder idly.] But she's met the bureau - or, uh. My bureau. She's FBI, I'm FBC. Federal Bureau of Control.

[Also known as the organization that Saga hadn't been quite so complimentary of - though she hadn't seemed to hold that against Jesse herself.]

The one that deals with things that go bump in the night, right?

Edited 2024-08-06 04:33 (UTC)

I wish we had a better way to phrase that.

"Right. Paranatural crimes, spooky bullshit, just- if it's gonna be on an episode of Night Springs it's probably gonna be stored in New York."

"Yeah, we don't have that," Shaw says, dryly. "The paranormal stuff, I mean - but I've never heard of Night Springs either, so maybe also that. Getting recruited for the Barge was a trip."

She shrugs. "Maybe it's a universe exclusive, I know Saga and Wake've seen it too." Wake wrote on it, in fact. "We can see if they have it in the library, they've got a bunch of old TV shows and stuff."

"Is it about two agents who are partners, and one of 'em is a skeptic while the other one's a believer?"

Look, maybe their worlds have parallels. Who knows.

"Nah, it's more like..." She pans a hand through the air, putting on a spooky narrator voice. "When someone finds a fridge that's completely indestructible, or a fan that steals all the oxygen from the room, they might just be shopping in... Night Springs."

And she lowers her hand. "That sort of thing. Like, Weird alternate reality sci-fi trips."

"Comedy...?" Shaw hazards, arching an eyebrow. Look, those examples sure sound comedic to her. That, and her preference is for comedy, so there is perhaps a bit of wishful thinking going on here.

"Uhh... unintentionally? It's old-school, so sometimes the acting is like, crazy hammy and over-the-top. It definitely takes itself seriously."

She nods back to the stairs. "I mean, I don't have anything better to do, if you wanna watch an episode. They're like, half an hour?"

Shaw tilts her head back to look up at the stars, then back down to look at the net she'd climbed up out of. Then, finally, she looks back at Jesse.

"I like movies you can laugh at. And I could kill half an hour."

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