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[Who is this young-Matt-Damon-looking motherfucker? Hint: It's Jason. Not yet though, now he is Captain David Webb, U.S. Army. Military Intelligence. So he's just been plucked from Ft. Meade with these totally ill shades. And BDUs. Also he is from about 1997, so he's 27ish. And if you listen hard, you miiiiight be able to catch a Midwestern accent in there. So. Have fun.]

Hey, I'm not in the Navy, and I never asked to join any damned Barge. I'm looking back on all this shit that's supposedly from me - from me in the future - like that makes a fucking lick of sense.

Huh. Looks like I'm a taciturn son of a bitch in my thirties. [Also what the fuck why is everyone calling him Jason in these past entries. Meh. He's MI, he is not unused to the prospect of being undercover.]

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[Surprise, ~~Jason~~ David, here's your inmate, fresh from... hey, fancy that, 1997, only he's a good decade younger than you. Twelveish, to be exact. And this might be a first for him: he's looking at you with an expression that's not a sneer or a smirk. First time for everything!]

Hey. uh, you're Jason, right? I think you're my warden. Or at least that's what my logs say... well, I think they're my logs. Only it doesn't really sound like it's me talking on there, you know?

And, uh... can I come over? I don't know anybody else here and this room's a little creepy. [So earnest.]

[What the hell, why are there kids on this ship?!]

Uh, yeah, [He glances at the notes he's made.] David. [Whoa that's weird.] Sure, come over.

Don't sweat it, my logs don't sound too much like me either. Hell of a weird trick to pull with this place.

[And ten minutes later, there's a knock at the door. C'mon, warden, open up!]

Thanks for letting me come over. [He fairly rushes in the moment you open the door.] There's some real weird people on this ship. Is it Halloween? I saw a few guys in costumes.

[He looks around, obviously impressed.] Cool room.

Hey, no problem. ['Cause he's a kid. He's always nice to kids. Kids are his freaking Achilles' heel.] It's not Halloween, not as far as I know. But I've got no idea about this place. Maybe people wandering around in costumes is fu-- [No, do not make a swear!] --is normal here.

You like it? I've never seen this place before. [However, in his first sweep of the room he did find a couple of guns stashed about. He'll find the Crisis Backpack sooner or later.]

So where're you from?

You think so? [He plops down on the bed, thinking about that possibility.] Sounds kinda goofy, though. Maybe we're in some kinda place for crazy people?

[He's not crazy, though. And this guy seems all right. Definitely not crazy.]

I live in Louisiana, but I've only been there a couple months. It sucks. [His feet dangle off the bed.] I was born in Missouri. There and Texas were the best. I never get to stay anywhere that long though.

Doubt it. They don't let people have anything that could be a weapon in those places.

[There's maybe a little PTSD, but he's not crazy!]

Hey, no kidding! I was born and raised in Missouri. [At the mention of never getting to stay anywhere long, he nods sympathetically.] Military family?

You saw guys with weapons? [Now he's fairly alarmed. Good thing he came here!] Maybe they were just pretend weapons, if they're wearing costumes.

Yup! [He's more than a little proud to claim that distinction.] My dad was in the Army and now he works for the NSA. He's a spy. But don't tell anyone.

[David smiles a little. He's stationed at NSA headquarters right now.] Okay, you've got my word, little buddy. I won't tell a soul.

[That earns a grin from Young David.] Are you a spy too? You look like some of the guys he works with.

[Captain Webb laughs.] Me? No. I'm not cut out to be a straight spook.

[OH THE IRONY.]

Bet you could if you wanted to. [David grins encouragingly.] So what do you do?

[THE IRONY IS STAGGERING.]

[Webb grins back. Hey, he likes this kid. Future-him is shaking his head so hard.]

I'm in the Army. Career officer.

Dad says that's what I should do when I get older. What's it like?

[Future-him wants him to just SHUT UP WHILE HE'S AHEAD.]

It's difficult. And it's not for everybody. Basic's not great, but AIT is when it all starts to come together...and if you can find your niche, it's awesome.

[The only instance in recorded history where Jason Bourne has said "awesome".]

I haven't decided yet if I'm going to join too. It's kinda early to think about that, you know? [laughs]

[A milestone to mark on the calendars, if David had a calendar. :P]

Yeah, I wouldn't recommend thinking about that this early. [laughs] What do you want to do when you get older? As opposed to what your dad says.

[He chews on that for a moment.] ... Dunno. I always figured I'd end up doing what mom or dad want. Dad wants me to go military and mom wants me to be a businessman.

I was lucky. My parents just wanted me to do something I'm good at. [He ducks his head.] Can't say dad's unhappy with me. Mom didn't want me to go to Iraq, but I went in at the tail end...but they respected my decision.

Is it true they've got spiders over there so big you can cut one open and sleep in it?

...what? No.

[So bemused.]

Are you sure? My dad's friend told me about them. He said they were called camel spiders, because they eat camels.

Oh, the camel spiders! Nah, they're not that big...but I did see one about as long as my arm once. One of the guys in my squad picked it up to show us.

Oh! That's big... but not that big. Do they chase people?

Not that I know of. Mostly they eat smaller bugs, I guess.

Yeah, well, I wouldn't want to wake up with one! One time we were camping in New Mexico and I woke up with a scorpion in my sleeping bag. [He makes a face at the memory.]

Yeah, you have to watch out for those buggers. We had 'em in Iraq, too. Got to shake out your boots before you put them on...

[sheepishly] ... I kinda knocked down the tent trying to kill it. Took a boot and just smashed... everything.

[Webb laughs.] At least you got out of it okay. And it makes for a good story.

[Note: this is after he first contacts Claire in her journal.]

So. I looked back and...it looks like we're...um. Friends.

[Oh Jason, your weird decisions are making life hell for your Catholic past self.]

Uh. Yeah. I, uh, I saw that too.

I guess that's a...good thing?

I'm not sure.

Right. Guess I'll see you around, then.

Yeah. Take care.

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/needs moar young!Devon Sawa pics!

/needs moar Green Zone pics!

Screencaps. Cap-zuh.

bluh bluh huge delay

no prob, hope you're feeling better!

Thanks! :D

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THIS CONVERSATION IS ADORABLE, CAN IT PLEASE NEVER END

Sorry, Bourne, you get your scheduled asshole back shortly. xD

DAMN YOUSE! xD So when's that going down?

When did you want it to go down? I've just been waiting on you!

DERP. Tomorrow? I'll be doing nothing.

Sounds good! I'll be on AIM in the morning then.

I might not be awake until late morning. xD

No problem! I'll be on most of the day.

Hahaha this.

I couldn't help myself.

Jesus Christ on a cracker I just googled those. AUGH AUGH AUGH

Haha, everybody who knows someone in Iraq got the email with those ugly mothers!

Snopes tells me I was wrong about the size. Also, HAHAHA.

I personally heard the 'big enough to sleep in' tale back in '03

Crikey. What is this, Hoth?

Iraq was totally the new Hoth in '03.

Pffffff

Are we going to finish the log from Port?

I think it died :<

Well, that really sucks.

:|

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It's my tag! If you guys still want to finish it, I can tag to it. Let me know.

I would like to finish it very much, pleeeaasssee! :D

Scene has been tagged! LET'S DO THIS THANG.

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