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[Say hello to Jefferson Bucky TJ! He's sitting in a nice looking room, wearing a rumpled white dress shirt and a black tie, and he's just. Staring at the communicator, making a face.]
This isn't my mom's house.
[It LOOKS like his mom's guest room, but when he looks out the window? Stars. When he sets foot outside? A completely unfamiliar hallway greets him.]
So, what's the deal? It's not a kidnapping, because you wouldn't give me a fucking iPad if this was. [He runs a hand through his hair and laughs cynically.] I don't even... know where to start with all of this.
[He leans in close to the communicator and pokes the screen.]
Hello? Anybody out there?
[His brow knits in worry as he ends the transmission.]
[EDIT: Private to the Admiral]
Is this the... Admiral? I want to speak to you.
This isn't my mom's house.
[It LOOKS like his mom's guest room, but when he looks out the window? Stars. When he sets foot outside? A completely unfamiliar hallway greets him.]
So, what's the deal? It's not a kidnapping, because you wouldn't give me a fucking iPad if this was. [He runs a hand through his hair and laughs cynically.] I don't even... know where to start with all of this.
[He leans in close to the communicator and pokes the screen.]
Hello? Anybody out there?
[His brow knits in worry as he ends the transmission.]
[EDIT: Private to the Admiral]
Is this the... Admiral? I want to speak to you.