001 [Video]

[aka_heisenberg]

[Walter stares at the communicator, his expression blank and his eyes focused on the screen as if he can see through it, as if he could look right at you. He's already gone through the motions. He's screamed, he's wept and he's raged. A new dent in the wall is the only lingering sign of his frustration.]

If this is some sort of plan....some sort of

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[creatingalegacy]

Lucky you, showing up just after the resident torture squad got sick of their work.

[aka_heisenberg]

I'm going to hope that was sarcasm.

[creatingalegacy]

It wasn't. You're talking to one of them.

[aka_heisenberg]

Oh...[His voice is a mixture of horror and surprise, both of which he's trying to hold back. His face stays mercifully blank.]

What exactly did you do?

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[strangehstorian]

It's alright, sir, you haven't been kidnapped.

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[aka_heisenberg]

No? Then what do you call it?

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[strangehstorian]

It's more like a displacement. We don't control who arrives here, you see.

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[aka_heisenberg]

But someone does? Or am I right? Is this all in my head?

[warrenwhite]

Hey man. I don't know if anyone has told you, but you're totally in space prison.

[aka_heisenberg]

No one has mentioned the space part. [He put his head in his hands.] I always knew I would lose my mind sooner or later.

[warrenwhite]

Don't take it too badly. I lost my mind and it was actually a really good experience.

[aka_heisenberg]

[He chuckles. He knows exactly how that feels. The last year he's spent losing his own, only no he's officially off the deep end.]

Do you know what's ironic about this? I don't even believe in a soul.

[doctor_j_crane]

The torture will come with time. They're called ports and floods. You'll enjoy them. I can tell.

[aka_heisenberg]

Ports and floods? They take this mariner metaphor very seriously.

[doctor_j_crane]

Yes. We're on a barge. Occasionally we dock.

[aka_heisenberg]

Where do we dock?

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[justareverie]

2/2 - Private - sorry for the laaaate tag.

[justareverie]

[ The video feed switches on a little while after Jesse's and Walter's conversation switches into private. Have a view of Locke's room, barely furnished, camera on the table, with Locke sitting in front of it half-visible: head resting on a palm, his free hand resting on what looks like a red folder, and an intense, but undefined look in his eyes. ]

Walter. Walter White.

Private [Not a problem.]

[aka_heisenberg]

[This man makes him a bit uncomfortable. Maybe it's the eyes, but he feels on alert.]

How do you know my name?

Private

[justareverie]

[ How wouldn't he? John tries to keep his physical reactions to a minimum, but a tapping of the fingertips on the red folder may betray this. ]

I know you. Heard wonders.