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Chuck Bartowski (aka) The Intersect
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voice;

[sugarbear]

I might be disappearing for a few days. Until I get back, you need to stay put. Keep an eye on Walker, don't get yourself into trouble, and keep away from heat guided missiles.

I'm potentially going off radar, that means no communication. I can't run back and save your ass if things go south.

voice;

[intersection]

For a few days? Casey, where are you going? You can't hop ship and visit the planet next door just because you think you need to, don't you think going off radar is a little... I don't know, unwise?

voice;

[sugarbear]

I'm going into the bowels of the ship, looking for someone who's gotten themselves turned around. I might get lost, and I expect you to stay put until I get back.

voice;

[intersection]

So you're going to go looking for someone who's lost and you're probably going to get lost in the process, with no way of telling anyone that you need someone else to come save you.

Casey, I can see a few flaws in your logic there. You're gonna need backup.

voice;

[sugarbear]

I don't recall inviting you.

When have I ever got myself lost? [ Maybe never, but what about trapped in a wall? ]

voice;

[reticencies]

Hey Chuck, just thought I'd check in given everything that's going on right now. Let me know you're okay? [and not actually lost but knowing chuck she can't help but be worried over here]

voice;

[intersection]

I'm okay! [ Though he sounds a little bit rushed. ] I'm just- I'm following Casey. I think he'll make sure I don't die somewhere along the way. Haven't even gotten to the elevators yet.

voice;

[reticencies]

That's— wait, you're following Casey? [ okay sure he was probably safe with casey around but this would be where she is expecting an explanation about that ]

voice;

[intersection]

[ He's nodding fervently before realizing that he's.. not in person and clears his throat. ] Yeah, I couldn't just let him go by himself. You know how Casey is, always getting himself into trouble.

[ Oh Chuck, such a kidder. ]

voice;

[reticencies]

Not exactly how I would put it— you know, following him probably isn't a good idea. [as in stay where you are chuck so she knows you're safe]

text; comms encryption

[cargojet]

So here's the challenge.

We need a new way to get messages between people in an emergency; a new way which doesn't need encryptions, and isn't people running from floor to floor with sealed envelopes. It need only be able to send text messages or hell just morse code. I'd install plastic cups with strings if I thought the strings wouldn't get cut.

Put your heads together and see what you come up with. In the meantime, there's the Scylla. We'll be salvaging as much comms tech as we can from the ship, and assisting the recovery of our food stores. We have limited time, so we need as many hands as possible. I don't like giving orders, but let me put it this way: our survival is at stake.

Report to the 250th floor asap.

Petrelli out.

text; comms encryption

[intersection]

what about carrier pigeons?

text; comms encryption

[cargojet]

There's several problems with carrier pigeons.

1. We don't have any carrier pigeons.
2. Even if one of us knew how to train them, we don't have any carrier pigeons.
3. Assuming we could train them to open doors and carry messages to the right people, we still don't actually have any carrier pigeons.

text; comms encryption

[intersection]

what if we could engineer carrier pigeons?

text; comms encryption

[cargojet]

Pitch it.

[ If this was audio it would sound like 'what the hell'. ]

voice.

[xwing]

Hello, ah, you're Chuck Bartowski? My name is Luke Skywalker, a friend of yours sent me to you. He told me that you'd have tools for very delicate mechanical work that you might be willing to let me borrow.

voice.

[intersection]

[ Casey might be expecting a squeal that would reach all sides of the galaxy, but instead Chuck inhales loudly and then goes utterly silent.

For at least a few seconds.


Probably more than a few.


And then a few more.


Yup. ]

... Did you say Skywalker? Luke Skywalker? Because I just want to make sure I heard you right, names are very important. To me, I mean. And to other people, but I just-- for clarification, y'know.

[xwing]

[ uh. ] Yes, I did. It's, ah, it's nice to meet you.

[intersection]

[ This might be what a heart attack feels like. But chuck isn't exactly sure, he's just mostly sure. Really sure. ]

You, too. [ He's still alive right? RIGHT? ] Soo.. uhm. What kind of tools are you looking for?

[xwing]

Well, it might be better to-- I mean, I have a prosthetic right hand, and I need to do some repairs. It might be easier if I just see what you have. If that's okay with you.

text. HEY BUDDY

[growling]

Hey, fashionably late, but - sweet game.

text. AWW YEA NEW BROSKIS

[intersection]

Yeah? I was going for the whole curing of the dreaded space boredom, but I think I mostly just took care of my own.

text. YEAHHH

[growling]

Yes, because clearly spending hours typing repetitive code is the height of entertainment.

Are you allowed to divulge who failed the most spectacularly at it?

text. SOB WAITED FOR SO LONG

[intersection]

It's better than reading through some of the boring conversations people have on the network just to make sure we haven't missed anything important. And it's not as repetitive as you think, there's a rhythm to it. A very intricately tedious one, but it's there.

and Han Solo. Disastrously. Along with Faith. And Thranduil, who i'm pretty sure wouldn't know a motherboard from a mouse.

text. meant 2 be

[growling]

Reading over or spying on? It's a very thin line.

Please tell me you told Han the odds at some point. And I guess Thranduil gets a pass considering he's actually older than dirt. What's Faith's excuse? Do I know a Faith?

[ nope he has not had the pleasure. ]