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Who: Pyunma and anyone
Where: The island.
When: The afternoon of the 8th
Style: Either
Status: Open.

Pyunma had meant to come up to examine the island ever since he'd learned of it. First, however, his attention had been focused on learning his way around Vatheon itself, the streets and the buildings and the natives. Then, in the midst of that, the curse had begun, which was a whole new level of distraction. Although it had left him just chilly, rather than frozen, the times when he had gone out hadn't led to much progress on learning about the city that was apparently his new home for as long as his captors deemed fit.

But today, with the curse ended and the city explored to his satisfaction, Pyunma had come up to the island with the intent of scouting it out in the best way he was able. In other words, the moment he got to the beach, he made his way straight to the water, and continued in until he was submerged. When he opened his eyes, the salt water didn't sting them. Then he opened his mouth to let the air rush out and the water rush in, and with a kick, pushed himself out deeper, to where the waves wouldn't tug at him.

Swimming the waters around the city and tracing the barrier took longer than he had expected, due to a close encounter with the territorial Mosasaur. The struggle that resulted had left him more concerned with the more concerned with the potential threats in the water behind him than anyone who might have been on the beach, which meant he didn't pay attention to the way his lack of shirt exposed the silvery scaled covering on his arms and chest as he made his way back to the beach.

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"I'm thinking about somewhere a bit closer to more populated areas, just to keep an eye on things." Which sounds good in theory, but in practice Albert has always preferred quiet. Really the "things" he's worried about keeping an eye on is one particular cyborg by the name of Jet Link. Which isn't odd at all really, everyone knows Jet needs a babysitter more than Ivan at times.

At least there's someone to keep an eye on Jet, although he did manage without a babysitter for the month it took for Pyunma and Albert to arrive. Theory versus practice, however, is why Pyunma chose his own apartment in a building that, although large, was relatively unoccupied. It's such a simple living space that he won't be spending much of his time in it, but it makes a good retreat when the bustle of the city becomes too much.

"In that case, we may not live close to one another." It's all relative, though. Back in their world they were continents apart. "I imagine 002 might have some suggestions."

"I imagine so." Albert glances at Pyunma for the suggestion but... no, he couldn't possibly. It makes sense that he'd suggest asking Jet. After all, Jet's a city boy and always has been. If one wants to find a place within the hustle and bustle, he'd likely know where.

"I'd say it's still rather close, considering we're not spread out across the globe this time."

That's exactly the reason, though if Albert doesn't ask, he won't be finding out for certain. Whatever Albert suspects or doesn't suspect, observing Pyunma isn't likely to get him any information. His face reveals nothing about whether or not he's searching for information, or teasing, with that comment.

"Not to mention those communicators, if we don't mind the lack of privacy."

It's not as if he can ask without giving it away, and if Pyunma doesn't actually know he'll be kicking himself hard. Not that he thinks Pyunma would have a major problem with it, but he has no way of knowing and as a product of the era in which he was born, that sort of thing just isn't done, isn't talked about. It's hardly just his decision either. If they're going to tell anyone, Jet needs to have a say in it.

And if he does know, he's being kind of a jerk about it for teasing and not revealing it directly. Albert's almost downright pouty when he answers. "Down in the bubble I feel like using the communicators is only marginally less private than talking in person. We have no idea what kind of technology they have to spy on us."

Not that they should just give up and no try to plan, but it is deterring.

"They have technology enough to bring us here, and complete access to this place before any of us were brought here. I would not be surprised if they had a very strong monitoring system." But that's going into darker topics of conversation again, so Pyunma simply shakes his head as he steps into the elevator.

"Fortunately there are places like the island." And the unmonitored building on it, though Pyunma doesn't know about that.

"Fortunately." He echoes the word again, thinking of what sort of monitoring they could possibly have, but it's fairly moot at this point. He presses the button for the elevator instead and leans against the wall to wait, arms folded.

"Where would you like to go? Just coffee, or are you hungry as well?" A cyborg's still gotta eat!

"Some food couldn't hurt." He was doing all that swimming around, after all. "I'm sure we can find somewhere that has both." He doesn't say anything about what kind of food he wants, because he doesn't have any preference right now. He misses Chang, certainly, but one of the nice opportunities in Vatheon is to have food that isn't a traditional Chinese dish.

"I found a place recently that does a good gazpacho-like soup. They have sandwiches and coffee as well." He steps into the elevator, holding the door for Pyunma. "It's run by locals, too. I'm surprised they have so much that's like Earth if this really is another world."

"If people have been arriving for years, then perhaps they've had the chance to learn." It's certainly a possibility, though one that would seem inaccurate around the holidays, with the locals' well-meaning but inaccurate attempts at celebrations.

He steps into the elevator, and waits in silence for it to reach the bottom, only speaking again once they're away from the Station Master. "If it is Earth, that would be convenient, but someone I supoke to when I first arrived was adamant that it could not be."

Albert is also silent on the ride down, though he nods pleasantly to the Station Master on their ways in and out.

"Well there are some people from other worlds that run shops and restaurants. Granted some might be crazy, but it makes sense that people try and make their environments as close to the familiar as possible. Still, it is odd that even the sea creatures are mostly recognizable as the ones from Earth's oceans."

"Mostly. There's a creature out there, the one that drove me back to shore. It seemed almost like a dinosaur." To the point where he'd almost expected it to be mechanical, in fact, considering he remembered a letter Doctor Gilmore had gotten from a supposedly former Black Ghost scientist. He's still not sure it wasn't a robot, but after having dealt with a real and deadly animal as well, he isn't certain he wants to get close enough to find out.

"It must be a robot." Albert thinks the same thing. Even if this is an alien planet, why would there even be prehistoric life as it had existed on Earth? No way, it's too far fetched. Unless...

"Unless they pulled it here like they did us."

"To guard their barrier?" He pauses to consider it as he follows Albert closely through the streets. "It makes sense. It's much the same as what the Black Ghost did with creatures of this sort."

"Like the sharks. Or the supersonic subterranean creatures you mentioned," he sticks his hands in his pockets as they walk, heading towards the cafe he knows but not in any real hurry. "At least this one isn't terribly aggressive unless you enter its territory."

"Not quite like the subterranean ones." He sounds relieved at that. He really doesn't want to have to deal with another one of those any time soon, even if he won't be taken by surprise so easily.

"The problem is, it's territory is the parts of the ocean that are worth investigating."

"Maybe we could distract it while one of us sneaks past? It seems doable." And by we he means the whole present cyborg team. That's a mission Jet would be interested in, he's certain.

"It would take some coordination, but we've done more difficult missions." Not the three of them together, but sending off three person teams to take care of tasks wasn't unheard of among the cyborgs. They would certainly be able to manage without the others.

"The real trick is always getting 002 to listen, but we have the brainwave still active so it should be doable coordination wise." But for now, food. His stomach is starting to rumble quietly. Albert heads inside and finds a seat at a small table for two in a corner near the window, automatically finding a place where his back is to a wall but he can see everything.

Old habits die hard.

Old habits die hard indeed- Albert doing that means Pyunma doesn't have to, though he does shift his chair to make sure that he wouldn't be blocking Albert's view of the rest of the cafe. Taking precautions never hurt anyone.

"He does listen to you occasionally." Pyunma observes. Usually, he doesn't try. He's more likely to just go along and keep Jet out of trouble where he can.

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Pyunma receives another sideways glance for that, Albert again having to wonder what he knows or at least suspects. He just keeps bringing up how Jet and Albert interact! "Only occasionally..."

"A better record than most of us have." Albert will see nothing but calm innocence on Pyunma's part. Maybe he's just being to suspicious?

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