033. - Video.

[brokenweapon]

[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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[sixthanimorph.livejournal.com]

[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.]

Are we going to finish the log from Port?

[some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com]

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

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