oc | the order

[whelve]

Digging up quite a lot of old faces today, aren't we.

[Cerbos is certainly more enthusiastic about the prospect of being brought back around. As for Jack?]

I'm better off forgotten, writer. Do try to respect that.

Comments

[wiretap]

[ There's an unsettlingly familiar face. ]

Long time gone.

[whelve]

That makes two of us, it would seem. I'd say it's a day for nostalgia.

[wiretap]

Or more than two.

[ Could be a proper Order reunion, for all they knew or cared. ]

[whelve]

Don't say that twice. There are more than a few faces I'd rather avoid.

[Cambridge. Oxford. Etc.

Ew.]

[wiretap]

[ It's like the boogeyman, say their names three times and— ]

You're not exactly being low profile.

[whelve]

Can't exactly say it's my fault, can you.

[Ah, Jack. Eternally avoiding responsibility like the plague.]

She's the one looking for trouble.

[wiretap]

[ Well it is Aberdeen's job to place blame. Or at least overhear evidence of it. ]

I imagine she isn't alone.

[ Not that she's about to invite Cerbos to the conversation. ]

[whelve]

[He just had to be reminded, didn't he.]

No. Of course not.

Wishful thinking.

[wiretap]

[ Beating around the bush: not her MO. ]

You're better off boxed.

[whelve]

If it's him you want to talk to, just say it.

[He doesn't pass on messages, even is Cerbos is always around to hear them. Jack loathes hearing his amused humming in his head.]

[wiretap]

You're both better off boxed.

[ Which was to say she doesn't imagine being Cerbos' ride is a dream job. If Jack stayed out of trouble, so would his passenger. ]

She should put you back where she found you.

[ This is her version of trying to be nice, okay. ]

[whelve]

[wowowow thanks]

I hardly think I deserve the same treatment he does.

[And it only amuses the creature even further. Ugh.]

[wiretap]

You're Lincoln.

[ It comes with the territory, Jack. ]

[whelve]

I'm doing my job. Nothing more.

[Cerbos is the one who enjoys it more than anyone should.]

[wiretap]

[ And so long as he does his job, Aberdeen can't really complain. She doesn't say anything for a long time. ]

Do you want to go somewhere?

[whelve]

I did say I'm better off being forgotten about. [so.] What do you think.

[wiretap]

[ A beat. ]

Like I said. Better off boxed.

[ A beat. ]

Where.

[whelve]

The bloody space ship. Where else.

[wiretap]

[ Ho boy. ]

Any of us left?

[whelve]

Chapel Hill is still there, as far as I know. I doubt he'll ever get to leave at this point.

[wiretap]

Last man standing.

[ If Aberdeen has any particular emotional reaction to this revelation, she doesn't show it. ]

Unexpected.

[whelve]

Don't tell me you miss him.

[If she is... even capable of the emotion.]

[wiretap]

[ Aberdeen tilts her head and just stares at Jack. ]

[whelve]

[... He didn't think so.]

I don't suppose you're going somewhere.

[wiretap]

[ They were bros, ok. Only Aberdeen doesn't have vocabulary advanced enough to express it. So staring it is. ]

I don't mind being boxed. [ Pause. ] Her hands are full.