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[ Unlike the last time Jon has appeared on this network, this time it's very intentional. And it's very obvious that it is intentional. Apparently he has found himself a usable desk (presumably in the hospital) and has taken the time to prop up his phone appropriately to address his fellow involuntary inhabitants of this lovely place.

It's also rather obvious that he has been using this desk for a few days now at least. There is a comparably neat stack of paper in front of him, two or three notebooks, an assortment of pens, two different types of tape recorders along with some tapes and an empty mug all rather present and no, he doesn't really care about the slight mess. He himself looks a little messy himself, though that's just his normal state of being perpetually tired. But... There are more important things right now, right? Like... How to even start. ]

Uhh... Good evening.

[ That's just remotely awkward. But okay. ]

I have- I mean. I already spoke to a few of you. Either through this network or at an actual encounter in person and... I suppose you might have noticed me at that little welcome home party the Agrii have set up, but... Let's not talk about that. That was... Dreadful.

[ He pauses a moment to sort his thoughts, then goes on. ]

To those I haven't met yet: Hello. I'm Jonathan Sims and I have agreed to help with the hospital.

[ Here he makes a short gesture with one hand to indicate his surroundings. He is indeed at the hospital. Maybe that's your clue to avoid needing medical help anytime soon?

He drops that hand back down. ]

Further, I have decided to take on the task of turning what is left of what appears to have been a library once back into an actual library. To be more precise: I plan to make recordings along with written pieces and store them there once the place is cleaned up. These may serve for our own reference, but also for the Agrii if they are so inclined. My hope is that by teaching them about ourselves, our worlds and our language, we can achieve a more successful way of communicating with them. Learn to understand what they want and need and- You get the idea.

Now what I need is to find a suitable format to record on. While I work with magnetic tapes a lot myself for certain reasons, I am not unfamiliar with digital recordings. Also I am well aware that some of you come from worlds that are technically far more advanced than my Earth happens to be, so I... I would be interested to know if there are more practical formats available. Preferably ones that allow for video as well as audio recordings and don't necessarily require additional hardware for playback. Your universe's version of the data points to be found across this city, for example, just possibly without that direct access to a person's mind. Given that we may soon have access to a functioning replicator... It should be possible.

[ He lets that hang there, then takes a moment to try and think what else he might have to add. He ends up with a short shrug and half a sigh. ]

I guess that's it. If you have a suggestion you believe might work, I would very much like to hear it. And before you ask: Yes, I am planning to keep a purely digital library along with a physically accessible one.

Thank you.

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Oh yeah, maybe you can teach the Agrii how to play or mix some real music while you're doing everything else.

[He tilts his head but nods. Calling him 'doc' had mostly been a joke. Lighten up, Jon!]

Me? Oh nah. Just wanted to drop something off.

[ He's mostly resistant to jokes, sorry. ]

Music... Well. That might not be a bad idea...

[ Though his knowledge in music is a little limited. ]

And I'm at... I think this counts as the emergency entrance. Making this part usable for our needs seems sufficient for the time being.

[ And it's enough work down there as it is. ]

[That won't stop Cayde from making them when he can.]

What are you talking about? It's a great idea. Unless you want to risk bleeding eardrums the next time they decide to throw another party.

Emergency entrance. Got it. I'll um... See if I can find it.

[ That's okay. Jon won't stop him, he will merely protest.

At the mention of a potential next party, he grimaces. ]

That's true, I suppose...

[ He pushes himself up from where he is sat and picks up his phone. ]

It's at the side of the building - I will wait outside.

[ And that's what he will do. Not without taking a simple pencil along, though. At least give his fingers the impression of holding a cigarette. ]

[The Exo's expression brightens- both figuratively and literally.]

Alrighty then, Sims. See ya in a bit!

[ That's positively disturbing and he hopes you are aware of that.

At any rate, he simply nods before stepping outside and turning off his phone.

And he will indeed wait outside, quietly taking down some notes in one of his notebooks. ]

[Not really but if he were he'd do it even more.

Cayde sets out shortly after. At least having a map helps, and he's been saved the trouble of having to decipher strange symbols and inane arrows.

It's a bit of a walk but the only thing he'd complain about is the lack of things to do and people around.

Anyway, Jon better enjoy his quiet while it lasts, because it's about to be broken in 3...2...]

Heya Sims!

[ Jon stops his note taking and looks up the moment he notices the approaching Exo and greets him with a nod. ]

It's good to see you, Cayde.

[He drops his hand from a wave, grinning.]

Is it really though, or are you just saying that?

How's it going?

[ There's a short pause here. Then he shrugs and offers one half of a little smlie. ]

Well... I will admit that you could probably still give me a heart attack when you showed up before me in the middle of the night, but... I know you aren't interested in my skin.

[ He closes his notebook, then sighs. ]

And I'm not sure? Certainly not on whether or not we are making any progress around here...

You wanted to drop something off?

[Cayde gives some thought to this before giving a bit of a nod.]

Well okay, yeah. I'll accept that. And yeah, let's just drop the whole skin thing? It's pretty disgusting.

[He takes a look around, chuckling a little.]

We haven't been back from vacation land for long and if there's as many people around and this much city to fix then really, I haven't expected much to be done either. But hey, you're doing something so good on you.

-oh yeah, I did.

[He steps over to hand off a book to the Archivist.]

Sure. I'd rather not keep thinking of it either.

So have you found anything to occupy yourself with by now?

[ Jon asks while he watches with interest as Cayde produces... A book? ]

Ah- Thank you?

[ That's his initial reaction when the book gets handed to him and he takes a moment to look at it. Then flip it open and- ]

Jesus!

What is-

[ And he keeps flipping through it for now, both intrigued and terrified. ]

Why?

[ He looks up at Cayde, somewhere in the middle. So far he has only lightly scanned over some of the handwriting. But- That's not how you treat a book! ]

I mean... Thank you! But- I could have provided you with clear sheets!

[ Yes, there is a hint of desperation in his tone. If he brought anything along from Risa, it's PAPER! ]

[Well, that's one thing he occupied himself with. You can blame yourself, Jon. Never mind the fact that he probably would have wrote in the thing anyway.]

Welcome!

[He beams. Usually he doesn't personally hand these off. He leaves them back in the shelves he found them in, or pages scattered in caches...]

Why what?

[Either he's being difficult or he has no idea why this guy is acting like this. Safe to wager on a split.]

Oh! Well you were kinda...you know, the other day, and I've read the thing how many times. Anyway, now you get two stories for the price of one.

[ Jon simply stares at Cayde for a few more moments, then looks back down at the now closed book in his hands and back up again, unable to hold back a small, remotely nervous chuckle. He can already feel the urge to read this, yes. Less so the original story, which isn't a new one to him, but the Exo's writing. That's something new. Something he doesn't know yet.

His fingers curl slowly but surely around the book's edge, then swallows. ]

I- I appreciate it. I really do. Thank you!

Though you... Didn't have to write into the book, you know?

[ And yet he will keep it.

He nods towards the large double doors leading inside the building. ]

Do you want to see the disarray we have to deal with inside?

Didn't I though? Sorry, old habits.

[~~Hide yo' books~~

A glance is cast towards the doors.]

Oh sure. Sounds like fun.

[Okay, not really, but he'll humor the guy.]

Fun is a rather strong word, Cayde.

[ He pushes the door open and steps inside, making for what may once have been the reception area and front desk without pausing. And that's quite obvious the desk Jon has been working on. There are the papers, notebooks, recorders, everything.

And he does hesitate a moment before setting the book down on the desk as well. Part of him just doesn't want to let go of it. But he manages to put it down and turns back around, gesturing towards an assortment of machinery that appears to gather in the waiting room. ]

I doubt there is a lot here we can actually use. At least I can't place any of these devices and what their intended use may have been. Not to mention, of course, that everything here is hopelessly broken down.

[The Guardian follows him in, looking around. He notes the desk but doesn't look all too interested about the things gathered upon it, although his attention does drift to the mess of machinery.]

You got settled in right quick.

Well, can't say that's really a surprise considering the state of everything else.

[He sets his fists at his hips, humming thoughtfully.]

Junk aside, anything you need moved around or whatever while I'm here?

Well, I can't just sit here twiddling my thumbs, can I? The sooner we finish this, the sooner... They let us go?

At least I hope so.

[ Of course there's no sure way to say that. It's literally just that: Hope.

Jon does raise a brow at that question, though. ]

You want to help cleaning up?

[ Okay, that's... A little unexpected. ]

True.

[There is that matter about the storms however, although Cayde really has no input for something like that.

He snorts, looking back at Jon then.]

Or something to that effect. Things ain't gonna fix themselves, and there's plenty of time to go scouting around, so hey, I'm here, I'm bored- let's make a dent in things.

[ The storms are a whole different matter, indeed. And Jon hopes that they might learn a little more should they manage to find a way to effectively communicate with the Agrii.

He makes a slightly bemused noise at Cayde's reply. ]

Then I suggest we try our luck with one of the storage rooms. I assume the door in the back might lead to an area that... Basically served as a giant freezer? But I'm not sure. There's lots of boxes, broken shelves and more dysfunctional devices in there as well. And I'm not sure whether or not the exterior wall of that room may be about to collapse or not.

Sounds fun enough for you?

[ It doesn't to Jon, really. Old, damaged boxes filled with old alien medical supplies are really more confusing than entertaining. In some of these boxes the contents seem to have fused together to form little more that odd blocks. ]

[Cayde laughs.]

Nothin' I've never had to deal with before. And hey, dysfunctional's got fun in it.

[Okay, that's a stretch, but he's curious about all the things there might be. Never know what sort of interesting things aliens kept. ...of course with this being a hospital maybe it's not the same sort of interesting as he'd prefer.

He nevertheless gestures for Jon to lead the way.]

[ He gets a small wince in response. ]

That was horrid, Cayde.

[ Though there is a tiny chuckle in his voice that he tries to hide. Which at least is made easier by him walking ahead to the room in question, which is located a little further down one of the hallways. ]

So how do we take care of you anyway, should something happen to you?

[ He asks this once they reach the door in question. It looks more like a large plate of metal stuck to the wall, but proves to be easily pushed aside to reveal the storage room hidden behind. And as promised, it's a mess. A mess where at least some attempts of sorting have already taken place, if the small, yet comparably neat stack of boxes at one end is anything to go by. ]

I mean, if one of those energy storms hits again...

I know, I know...

[And still he said it. Because that's what he do.]

How what now? Oh! That's-

[He trails off, once again reminded of something, an unfortunate thing for the shift of his eager tone.]

That's... a good question, actually. But here, how about you tell me what the deal is with these energy storms so I know what to expect. Unless it's like it says on the label.

[Poking his head into the room, he lets out a whistle.]

Weren't you here when the last one hit? It was just shortly before they moved us to Risa.

[ He sounds surprised but steps into the storage room regardless, following a makeshift path to a small cleared out space. Apparently where the previous cleaning had come to a pause. ]

I don't know a lot myself, but they are deadly for the Agrii, it's easy to get lost in them and they do affect technology? To what extend I'm not sure. I only had my tape recorder with me and you appear... A little more complex than that.

Nnnoop! Direct deposit on Risa. I wasn't gonna complain about getting a free all-expenses paid vacation but I figured there hadda be some catch. Got the rundown from someone while we were there at least.

[He scowls, not so much at the things to be cleaned as what Jon has to tell about the storms.]

Complex and therefore much more stable than a tape recorder. ...wait, really? You still use one of those things? Talk about old school!

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