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Who: Jack Ryan (kindly_done) and Subject Delta/Johnny (thinkin_man)
Where: The beach
When: Anytime, really.
Rating: PG. This is Jack and Delta we're talking about.
Summary: A CONVERSATION. Can you imagine?!
the Story:

Jack hates the beach. It bears repeating, because he seems to spend an awful lot of time there for a place he hates. It's like a scab--he picks at it.

So here he is, on the beach at sundown, staring out across the water and squinting into the blazing orange half-circle drifting slowly down into the ocean. Naturally, he has a cigarette in hand. He isn't doing much, just teasing himself by making himself look at the sea without shuddering.

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"Some of the events are even good," Jack noted. "Like the one where we all had wings, and the Mansion turned into a tree. It was beautiful."

[thinkin-man.livejournal.com]

Wings? I really don't think I'm really fit for flight.

The wings had to be massive to cart his fat ass around. Nevertheless it might be interesting to fly. Hesitantly Delta shifted his weight.

I should be going, Jack. It was nice talking to you.

Talking? Maybe he really couldn't call it talking, but it was communicating all the same.

[kindly-done.livejournal.com]

Jack nodded, content to return to his cigarette and his thoughts.

"You too, Johnny. And, um...thanks."

[thinkin-man.livejournal.com]

He wanted to get back to Eleanor. Delta steadily picked himself off the sandy beach. Sand clung to him, so he dusted himself off the best he could. Jack's expression of thanks wasn't gone unheard, either. A response was given in the form of a raised hand.

Finally he headed back to the hazy mansion in the distance. He hated how the house almost looked like a mirage, even though he knew it wasn't.