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[dudebro]

[ The feed flickers on and there is a disembodied hand being held in view, waving in a friendly sort of way. Jason dips his face into view, he's grinning wildly; ]

Anybody need a hand??

[ He starts laughing as if the joke is the funniest thing in the world. Somewhere off-screen, Vaas can be heard chanting "Soylent Green is people!"

The hand waves again before the feed flickers off. That's it. That's the post. ]

( ooc: sorry. replies will come from both jason and vaas! )

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[shabby]

I have never been to America. I see it sometimes on the internet. You know, movies and shit. Newscasts.

[ And he doesn't think much of it. Though really, the only thing he thinks a lot of is Rook. ]

Why did you stay if you didn't like it? Whole big world out there. You could've gone anywhere.

[hellshot]

Don't know what year you're from, don't have a point of reference. But where I come from, it's a goddamn mess of Omnics.
AI. "Robots with Souls."

[He says this line with all of the dry, snide disbelief that he can muster in that echoing, sour voice of his.]

Back when I was alive? I was part of the military. Black Ops, special forces. I led the team that saved that goddamn country from the world's biggest crisis. Put my life on the line for everyone in the damn world against the tin cans that wanted to destroy everyone.

Stayed in that country because I thought I'd done something worth recognition and to make the damn people proud. And what did they do instead?
Throw me into the shadows and promote a goddamn poster white boy into the position I worked for.

So you bet your fucking ass I left.

[You know. After the Swiss base exploded and almost killed him.]

[shabby]

You have killer robots in your time? [ To Vaas, that means only one thing. ] You're from the future, aren't you?

[ He nods. Years of watching movies has prepared him for this moment. ]

S'okay. I'm from twenty-twelve. We don't have killer robots. We have the internets and cell phones and video cameras. But no killer robots.

[ A beat. ]

Oh, and Jason. Jason is our poster white boy. I have put posters up all over the island. [ He spreads his hands, like he's framing an image. ] Wanted. Snow White. Bring him to Vaas and he won't kill you for being a fucking asshole.

[hellshot]

Twenty twelve? Hell, if you were alive in my time, Vaas, you'd be an old fucking man by now. [He almost barks out a laugh, smoke oozing out from under his mask.] I'm from about twenty-eighty. Shit gets real fucked up in about sixty years from your time, trust me.

[He waves a hand, but then... stops. When Shabby says the words Snow. White.

Snow White.

Snow White.

That's what you call Jason? You seriously have wanted posters of him with that name? [NOW he's laughing. He'd almost be howling if he didn't have SOME self control.]

[shabby]

[ Reaper's laughing. Vaas just shrugs. ]

Little white boy thinks he's the fucking hero. Seemed like a good name.

[ It still does. ]

But you're from the future? I have seen movies about people from the future. Have you played Twister with anyone?

[ Because by movies, he means Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure and Bogus Journey. ]

[hellshot]

It is a good name. I'll be making good use of it in the future. [His turn to shrug, he's learnt something good.]

Far in the future. Space travel and talking goddamn monkeys. [Fucking Winston.]

The future's not all like the movies, but not too far off. [If he's to be honest, and...]

Might have played twister drunk back during my SEP days. Been almost thirty years since then, don't really remember.

[shabby]

[ It is a good name. Vaas approves of its use. ]

That's disappointing. Hollywood. [ He shakes his head. ] Stupid fucks.

[ Ah well. What can he do? He already pissed on it. ]

I'm gonna go make some jewelry outta these bones. You want me to make you something?