realityshifted | ♪ EXEC

[There's a short little reyvateil chilling on the beach, sitting up under a palm tree. There is a box of cookies sitting beside her, and a data pad (that any Freelancers may recognize) in her lap.

She looks... a very forced sort of blank, right now.

She scrolls through the info on the data pad, frowning thoughtfully through most of her time spent looking down, but every so often that frown turns a little dark - moments when she can no longer read something she could before, when data seems to be missing, when she spots an inconsistency that wasn't there before... She's pretty sure she knows what this means, as it relates to this place and its... machinations.

And she doesn't like it. At all. ... How dare they. ~~How dare he? No. Not him. Just... them.~~

That forced stoicism remains as she reaches for one of those cookies, unwraps it and gently nibbles at it, still flipping through the data pad. Some might call it obsessive, the way she's going through it over and over and over. She wouldn't care.]

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[She nods.]

It's Agent York's.

[... Is she going to have to elaborate. because she doesn't know if she really wants to elaborate right now. ngh. her tone is still very, very carefully kept as absolutely neutral as she can manage.]

[Softly.] I'm surprised that's still here and works... I didn't know you knew York.

Did you want any help keeping that thing charged? Or any help at all with it?

I do.

[For at least a little longer, she refuses to use past tense.

She shakes her head, looks down at the data pad and runs her fingers along the edges of it. It keeps getting thinner, she swears...]

Keeping it charged is the least of my problems with this thing. And I don't need help with it. It's pretty impossible to help someone else read things. [And commit them to memory.] I'll deal with it as I need to.

[North frowns as he watches her. He hasn't had the experience of losing something like this from someone else here, let alone lose something that resulted from a merger (it's the only way he figures she got it--or it was a gift, but he thinks the same thing would happen.)]

Then maybe I can make a copy of the data on there. I can get a datapad from my reality and transfer the information from yours to a new one. [He's...honestly not sure if that will work either, but it's worth a shot.]

[She finally looks up at him. Her expression is so blank, so forcefully unreadable... that fact alone is enough to convey just how much she is absolutely done with this situation, how much it's pushed her into a state she never thought she'd really ever see again. It may as well just blatantly read, "To hell with this place." ]

The data is becoming incomprehensible as time passes. Nonsense words, missing sections, corrupted information and storage locations. I fail to see how transferring the files will fix them, and I doubt I have the time to test it if I want to finish reading.

[No. It isn't worth a shot. Not to her.]

[Unfortunately, that look isn't unfamiliar to him.]

If that's the case, then nothing short of a technological miracle can fix it. Sorry Jacqli. [He means it. The data must be precious to her--and he can't help wondering if someone else was too. Gives him something to chew on later.]

Good luck reading what you can.

[And he starts walking away. No need to waste what time she has left with that data. He can only hope she gets what she wants from it.]

[He's absolutely right in this case. It'd take a miracle. Too bad she doesn't believe in miracles. She'd "lecture" him about not being sorry, but she really doesn't have it in her right now, and the conversation seems to be done. So be it.

She watches him turn to go, then ducks her head once more, dark hair falling just enough to hide her eyes as she immediately goes back to reading and remember anything and everything she possibly can before it's too late.]

... Yes. I'll need it, Agent North.

♪ EXEC_07/. ♫

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