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[prodigal_ocean]

[OOC note: Atlas has first dibs on action/comment logs in this post][There's a faint rattling noise and then the communicator turns on to show a young man staring into the feed with wide eyes, white showing all the way around. His hair hangs down in his face, black and dripping with seawater--and the sea itself is behind him, in twilight, crashing

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dated AFTER Jack and Atlas have their little talk.

[thinkin_man]

You know Dr. Tenenbaum?

Who are you?

[prodigal_ocean]

[Long pause, then he speaks, voice hoarse from swallowing water.]

Jack Wynand.

[thinkin_man]

I've never heard of you before, Mr. Wynand.

How do you know Tenenbaum?

[prodigal_ocean]

Dr. Tenenbaum is a friend, who helped me after...

[It takes him a moment to think of a lie.]

...after I lost contact with Atlas.

[Voice + Private]

[littletasteboyo]

Well look who made it ou' o' the sea an' back on land.

Good to see you, boyo. Very good to see you.

[Voice + Private]

[prodigal_ocean]

[The first sound is a little noise of relief--Atlas.

But no. Not Atlas. Now a growl.]

How did you--

[Jack cuts himself off and goes silent, upset.]

[Voice + Private]

[littletasteboyo]

How did I get here? Hell if I know, boyo, bu' here I am anyway.

[And now here's the test...]

Say, would you kindly tell me what you've were doin' righ' before you came here?

[Voice + Private]

[prodigal_ocean]

[Jack opens his mouth and almost spits out the whole story--and then he remembers. He closes his mouth, lips compressing into a thin line.]

No.

[businessfella]

Ya know the good Doc too? Nice lady, if she wasn't so damn worried 'bout those girls. Ain't nothing ya'll can do to stop her. She's a determined one if I've ever seen one.

[prodigal_ocean]

You're from Rapture too?

[businessfella]

Yes Sir, I sure am. Name`s Augustus Sinclair, owner of the Atlantic Express, Sinclair Solutions, Sinclair Deluxe and smaller businesses in my authority.

Meanin` you`re from Rapture too... How come I don`t know you?

[prodigal_ocean]

I don't live there. I sort of...crashed into it in an airplane.

text reply

[lolli_angel]

Hi there. I'm here. My name's Lollipop, what's yours?

[Audio]

[prodigal_ocean]

Jack Wynand.

Lollipop is a strange name.

[Audio reply]

[lolli_angel]

{Lollipop's voice sounds pleasant enough, but it is distinctly pained and very hoarse.]

Nice to meet you, Jack. Strange? Compared to what?

[She lets out a deep cough, then clears her throat.]

My full name is Lollipop Jones, if that makes a difference. My parents really liked the Wizard of Oz.

[Audio reply]

[prodigal_ocean]

Well, to something like Jack, I guess. It's not a bad name.

Are you sick?