◊ ONE ◊ [Accidental Voice Post]

[semper_fi_agent]

--this one of those... blueberry...? blackberry things...? McGee! What is thi-- damn!

Door's stuck, separated from my team, no gun, no... real phone...

Damn.

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[clockingout]

That's pretty much all you need t'know.

[semper_fi_agent]

Looks like.

And you are?

[clockingout]

Name's Reno. You?

[semper_fi_agent]

Hn. Gibbs, NCIS. No chance you're on the Jason Cliffs case, huh?

[clockingout]

Never heard of him. You'll notice that things're a bit different in here.

NCIS?

[semper_fi_agent]

Starting with the people?

He was a marine. NCIS: Naval Criminal Investigative Service. I'm supposed to be on a crime scene.

[clockingout]

People and the places they're from, if we're gettin' specific.

And I'm supposed t'be on a job-- consider this some unexpected vacation time.

[semper_fi_agent]

Yeah, heard there were a few folks here from way out of town. We'll see. I want to know why they're all- we're all -locked in a house in the middle of D.C.

Let's call it a working vacation, then. I think I'll stick to my boat next time.

[clockingout]

'Way out of town'? [Snorts.] Yeah, way out of town. You ever heard of Gaia? Just wonderin'.

Not much else t'call it, with the way things are around here.

[semper_fi_agent]

[Snorts.] Yeah.

Gaia. That a drug?

(I might call it SNAFU.)

[clockingout]

...It's a planet.

*snerk*

[semper_fi_agent]

[A long silence.] A planet.

[More silence, then he exhales quietly and tugs his hat off to run his hand through his hair, before stuffing it back under the cap. My alarm clock can go off any minute now.]

Where can I meet you, Reno? I've had no luck with the doors I've tried, and I'm tired of standing around, talking to people over the phone.

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[clockingout]

Meet? [A sigh.] How 'bout the front door? Easy enough to find.

*hits impolite and bossy muse*

[semper_fi_agent]

[Ignores the sigh.] That's fine. I'll meet you there. [And then, after a brief pause while he finds the right button... he hangs up.]