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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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[ Look, Cayde, this is why he asked for something written. It's basically the vegetarian way of being a fear-devouring monster. Trying to record simple facts and discoveries about Temba and the Agrii? Now that's what he hopes to make work as some sort of vegan diet. Just feeding the Eye any knowledge he can find. ]

And she isn't here either, yes.

[ She sounds a little like one of those droids, you know? ]

There are people around that are skilled in engineering. Maybe- I mean... If you're comfortable with it... You know.

[....yeah this is all still weird to him. Although he'd be tickled if that comparison were actually made. Compromised diets for the no longer human. Except he still puts food and drink in his mouth even though he doesn't even know where all it goes.]

...no, she's not.

[There's just the briefest touch of melancholy at that- he's never been apart from his Ghost so it's still a strange thing to grasp. It might not be completely off the mark to consider Sundance akin to a droid, except droids don't bring people back from the dead.]

Heh, yeah, no thanks. That Stark guy looked like he was about to drool all over me. I don't even know how I function and I've been this way for how many centuries. Guess I'll make do.

[ And you know what? Just hearing that name makes Jon grimace ]

Dear Lord, no! Anyone but that!

[ Yes, that's a shudder. He wouldn't want to let that unpleasant person near himself if he were a... Robot. A sentient robot. Whatever an Exo actually is. ]

I- I mean... There are others, of course. But in the end it's your decision.

[ Though he wonders... ]

...you don't know how you function yourself?

[That reaction just has Cayde burst out laughing.]

That definitely says something about a person if even you've got some issues about the guy.

Eh, I'll figure it out later. Anyway, weird storms aside, at least there ain't anything out there that wants to eat us, right?

[A headshake.]

Not a clue. Didn't exactly get an instruction manual.

Well, the... Conversation I had with him wasn't the most pleasant one.

[ Okay, he freaked out. It wasn't very dignified. ]

But I at least haven't encountered anything yet that might want to..... [ Okay. Just one moment. ] Do you think that possible? That there may be something...?

[ IT'S A GOOD THING HE HARDLY SLEEPS ANYMORE, ISN'T IT?!

Aaaand that's it. His mind is now contemplating the possibility of getting eaten alive on this planet and just how gruesome that might be.

Though he will make sure to drop you a note should he randomly know the exact inner workings of your circuits only because that knowledge managed to squeeze into his head along with a recipe for a weird banana-and-peanut-butter-salad as well and the color of his late grandmother's favorite undergarments. ]

No kidding? My talk with him was...weird. He sounds like a man who doesn't get out much even though he actually might.

[Cayde waves a hand, then pushes some old piece of equipment to the side to try getting some better sense of what it might have been. That would be a whole lot easier with his Ghost.]

Anything's possible. We're only in one tiny section of an entire planet, right? There's wildlife out there, so the possibility of anything bigger is a fair one.

[...just so long as Jon doesn't recall one of Cayde's deaths involved him rolling off a cliff in his sleep.]

I'll probably see what I can scout out around the outskirts of the city, once I poke around this place enough.

[ Right. Wildlife. There just might be WHATEVER out there, really. And a lot of it potentially deadly? He hasn't really been thinking about that. It's not like there is any particularly deadly wildlife roaming the edges of London. ]

Just... Be careful? I mean...

[ Yes, he worries about your health too, Cayde. ]

I see how exploring beyond the city is necessary as well, but. Not knowing what might lurk out there...

[ That's terrifying. Yepp. Especially since not knowing is very quick for him to turn into must know. Which historically leads to very stupid and very unhealthy decisions. ]

I'm always careful!

[He grins. Nah, he's not careful. He's reckless and impulsive and too curious for his own good. But he's got a knife and a gun that only has so many shots.

...he'll be fine.]

Eh, it's probably just a lot of rough terrain. You'd think this place would have been crawling with more critters otherwise. How long's it been since they abandoned the city anyway?

According to the data points... A few centuries.

[ He doesn't really look convinced, though. ]

If you ask me, however, Temba doesn't look as if it has been abandoned that long. We have cities on Earth that have been abandoned for decades that are comparable. I would expect a more advanced of decay after centuries.

[ But that may just be him. ]

What, really?

Yeah, it looks pretty well preserved. Honestly, it's a toss up for how functional things might still be after a few centuries- I've seen it range between what I'm seeing here and bare foundations. Lot more greenery overtaking things.

Could be the climate. But if there are storms and depending on how bad they can wreck things up, yeah, seeing what I've seen around here doesn't make too much sense.

[ He gives a slow, pensive nod. ]

Unfortunately, we won't be knowing much for certain for the time being. We don't have the resources, data or equipment to do much scientific research.

Unless those space ships are equipped with proper laboratories. But I haven't really gone back to those. I don't trust them.

Don't have much anything, really. Those Agrii sure did leave us with a thing to figure out.

Do they even let anyone on those things? I tried getting into one but it was sealed up tight. If Sundance were here she could probably crack one open but I guess if it were that easy, people wouldn't still be around here.

Then you have tried the wrong one. Only one let me in either - The Vanquish. Still sounds like the name of a battle ship to me. I'm not sure how functional they are, though. And I'm quite content with staying on the ground myself.

Actually... When I spoke to that agent on Risa I suggested to her that her people, this Federation... That they try reaching out to the Agrii. Offer their help. So far I'm not sure if we can expect anything to come from that.

The Vanquish. That sounds super-dramatic. Did it at least look like a battleship? Guess that means I'll have to poke at ships until one lets me aboard, that it?

Agent? Oh hey, so someone actually knows there's a weird thing going on? At least you managed to tell someone outside of our elite circle of kidnappees. But other'n that, we'll just have to make do.

[ He just nods. ]

She was very interested in our situation. So I told her about the storms, the Agrii, our lack of equipment and... Yes. I suppose we will see.

I try not to be too hopeful, however. We still will have to make sure to be prepared for further storms. Or probably worse.

You're so cheery.

I'm being realistic.

Yeah, I got that. But still!

I know... And I'm sorry. It's just... Being optimistic has never been my strong point, I guess.

I couldn't tell. Seriously though, it's no secret that our situation's ...less than pleasant. Thing's can always be worse but it depends on a person to try making it a little better at least.

So hey, we deal with what we can now, figure out the rest as we go and prepare as best we can. And try not to worry so much- it'll just get you more gray hairs.

[ That last comment? Gets you a sideglance, Cayde. Though little more than that. It's not entirely wrong, after all. ]

Right. We just try to not let it get worse. And if it does... We probably die.

[He just tilts his head as if daring Jon to say otherwise.]

Yep. Pretty much. And dying is no bueno.

[ Yeah, he's not too willing to argue with some big robot guy that could easily break him in half. ]

Right.

...and thanks.

[Aw, he wouldn't do that! At least they're mostly in agreement.

He grins, waving a hand.]

Anywho, this place ain't gonna clean itself, although that'd be kind of nice. I'm gonna see what all I can shuffle around into other rooms so we can have more space to work with.

[ Maybe not, but he's perfectly capable of it.

Though Jon is a little relieved that Cayde hasn't decided him to be some dreadful monster that has to die when Jon told the Exo about himself.

So for now, he simply nods. ]

You're right. Let's finish here then I can move some of these shelves tomorrow. We can use those further up front.

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