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The dinner had gone well - it was the first Thanksgiving he could remember. People were filtering out of the common room, sleepy and full, a state which Bourne both enjoyed and was wary of (because being sleepy meant you weren't on your game, and not being on your game meant you were dead).

Pretty soon, it was only him and Claire left.

And yet he still wasn't good at talking. Not even to her.

Current Mood: tryptophan'd

Let's not do that again.

[Private to Claire and Costigan, individually.]
You all right?

[Private to Slade.]
Thanks.

Current Mood: exasperated

[Filtered to friends (if you know him pretty much in any positive way you probably count)...and Slade.]
Checking in. How are you? [He is so bad at friends.]

[Private to Slade.]
Hunting again?

[Private to all infirmary-types.]
What do you recommend for insomnia?

Current Mood: awake

How do birthdays work on the Barge? Do we get older, or do we stay frozen in time from the moment we were picked up?

Current Mood: curious

[The video's inadvertently activated - and it's easy to tell by the camera angle. It's pointing halfway up at the ceiling, but Bourne can still be seen, holding a picture frame in his hand and singing almost too quietly to be heard.]

( 'Words we had said, grew in my head...' )

[He looks at his journal and sees the recording light is on. It's switched off dispassionately, but just before the transmission cuts out, there's the shadow of some sadness on his face.]

Current Mood: melancholy
Current Music: "A Dance 'Round the Memory Tree" - Oren Lavie

Lots of familiar faces coming back among the new arrivals. Interesting.

[Private to the Admiral.]
Slade wants a new lock on his door, a retinal scanner. Please make this happen.

[Private to Slade, a little later.]
Lock come in yet?

Current Mood: pensive

[Backdated to the RomCom flood, working stuff out.]

The port had really shaken him up. Bourne had barely slept since being rescued by Slade, because every time he closed his eyes, he heard her. He heard Marie.

And he did not like what he had heard.

He picked the framed photo of himself and Marie up off his desk and looked at it. She had loved him. She wasn't the type to lay blame. She'd known the risks.

But maybe that was just what he was telling himself.

And he was doing this to get her back.

Current Mood: depressed

[Written, because he doesn't trust his voice right now. Also, content subject to change as backthread continues. Watch this space.]

I take back everything bad I've said about the other ports.

[Private to Costigan.]
I need a drink, and you probably do too.

Spoke to Nygma during the port, by the way. Thought you might want to know.

[Private to Claire.]
Are you okay? I'm sorry I wasn't able to find you.

[Private to Slade.]
Thank you.

[Private to the Admiral.]
Please restore my inmate's powers. He deserves to have them back.

Current Mood: traumatized

[There is strong static, and for once there's something like fear in the assassin's voice.]

This is Jason Bou-- [Loud burst of static.] --uck in a ce-- [Static.] --an't get ou--

[Sustained static for about twenty seconds. Ghosts have come out to ~~fuck with his mind~~ play.] --o, you're not Mar-- [Static.] --t awa-- [Crackle, crackle, low wailing in the background.]

[Loud burst of static.] NO! Oh, God, no, you're not--

[Screeching interference. Then silence.]

(OOC: Bourne's in the West Wing. Y'all have fun now.)

Current Mood: scared

I've been paired up again. Thanks for taking the hint, Admiral.

[Private to Slade.]
Hey, looks like I'm your new warden. Jason Bourne. Good to meet you.

Current Mood: curious

[Jason Bourne? No such person. Meet seventeen-year-old David Webb. He enjoys long walks on the beach, jogging, and SHOOTING THINGS. Also enjoy his Missouri accent, bitches~!]

Hey guys. I'm David, in Sabre Tooth cabin...same as every year. If anyone wants to, like, go running or something, that would be cool.

I've been hunting with my dad for a while and I'm pretty good at it, so if any of the younger campers want some help with riflery, just let me know. I do archery too, but I'm not as good at it. Always up for a challenge though.

[Hmm, someone wants to be a counselor next year.]

Current Mood: cheerful

Oh, great, is this the flood where we switch genders again? Because that...

[He trails off, recognizing the voice that's now his. A pause for a few moments while he finds a reflective surface.]

...Scheiße.

I...

Marie--!

[He abruptly turns the feed off. Now to spend the next half-hour just staring into a mirror, unable to believe his eyes. And crying a little. Or a lot.]

[Private to the Admiral.]
Just so we're clear, this is not what I meant when I said I wanted her back.

Current Mood: moody

[Bourne looks a little off - not sick, but like he hasn't been sleeping (more so than usual).]

I wonder why I haven't gotten another inmate yet. If the Admiral thinks it's because I need a break, he can forget it - I came here to help people, not to sit on my ass and watch. I can't sit still for this long, it's driving me insane.

[He reaches for something off-camera, and there is a rattling sound, which abruptly stops. A pause for a few seconds, and he looks at the camera again.]

...does anybody have some Advil?

Current Mood: tired

I feel like I should be celebrating today, but I don't have much to celebrate. ~~Not as regards the United States, anyway.~~

There should be fireworks. ~~There were always fireworks.~~

Now I really want a cheeseburger...

Current Mood: confused

Did anyone else get sick lately, or am I just really unlucky? ~~It's probably the second; I wouldn't be surprised.~~ At least I missed out on spontaneously turning into an animal. Maybe my room got a little more flood-proof than it's been before.

How is everybody?

Current Mood: rejuvenated

...

...all things considered, not my favorite flood.

[Private to self/letter to Marie.]
It happened again. I lost my memories. Everyone here did. They're all back now - at least, all the ones I've gotten back on my own. Getting my childhood again, or most things before 2002...I knew it wouldn't be that easy.

It was terrifying, Marie. I had a picture of you, and I had no idea who you were. I...

It was like being on that fishing boat again. Those two weeks when I didn't even have a proper name. They called me Jean-Paul, but I knew that wasn't right then.

I never want that to happen again, Marie. I can't forget you. I know it was out of my control this time, but...I'm finding it hard to forgive myself for these past few days even knowing that it wasn't just me.

[Private to Costigan and Claire, individually.]
Are you all right?

Current Mood: depressed

Is it weird to have deja vu of not remembering things? I feel like this has happened to me before. ~~I don't like it.~~

Whatever, either way, I've got a hell of a headache.

I recommend looking around for our passports. It's a cruise, right? International waters. We've all got to have passports.

I seem to be a very organized person...

Current Mood: indescribable

I'm curious - could anyone recommend some music to me? If you can't think of anything I might like, just tell me something you enjoy. I'm open to any and all suggestions.

The same goes for books, fiction or nonfiction.

[Private to Armand.]
Come to the Infirmary. I need to talk to you.

[Private to Costigan.]
I really don't like being here. Can you walk me to my room so I can get something? With this leg, no way they're letting me out unaccompanied.

[Private to the Admiral, March 29]
Armand's learned his lesson, I think. Bring him back.

Current Mood: irate

[Bourne has his regular voice back and his regular body back and how happy is he about this? So damn happy.]

Oh thank God, it's over. I hate floods.

[Private to Costigan]

I owe you an explanation. And probably a drink.

Current Mood: relieved

[Bourne's voice sounds higher-pitched and a little breathy.]

What the fuck--

Does anyone know if the Admiral passed the cosmic version of Driver's Ed?

God damn it...

[OOC: Hey kids, it's River Tam! (aka Summer Glau aka that Terminator.) So this is terrifying for everyone. Have fun!]

Current Mood: what the fuuuuck

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