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[mylawn]

Should I not be?

[Probably this is just about all the asteroid nonsense but IS HE IN TROUBLE...]

[sleepdarts]

I'm glad that you are. With all of the concern lately I had wanted to make certain of that.

[mylawn]

I didn't let them take anything from me on that asteroid and I didn't go to their party. Are you going to decontamination?

[sleepdarts]

No. I can't say I'd trust their decision. Do you think it's related to the other disturbances?

[mylawn]

I don't really believe in coincidences anymore.

[sleepdarts]

( She was almost hoping for a coincidence )

Then I may need to see Angela.

[mylawn]

Might do us all some good. I trust her more than whatever doctors they have here.

[sleepdarts]

And she will know if something is different .
I will let you know what she says.

[mylawn]

Keep me posted.

part 2 electric boogaloo

[sleepdarts]

It isn't contamination.

( On her way back )

[mylawn]

What is it? Are you feeling okay?

[sleepdarts]

I'm feeling fine. Better than I've ever felt.

[mylawn]

Angela didn't find anything wrong?

[sleepdarts]

It may be a better conversation to have when I return.
It is nothing something to worry about.

[mylawn]

[Okay but now he's NERVOUS and waiting in the kitchen for her to get back. That's where she's gonna find him. In the kitchen. Being NERVOUS.]

[sleepdarts]

( Jack, she said not to....

Oh, who's she kidding?

Nevertheless she's making some tea first )

I'm not dying.

( Just gonna put that out there, to make this start calmer )

[mylawn]

Okay, good.

[Because he really, really doesn't want to deal with Ana dying for real. That's probably the thing he wants least out of all things. He probably should have started some tea to get right down to business, and looks a little antsy as she goes about filling the kettle.

Still, he'll try to get right down to business.]

What's going on, Ana?

[sleepdarts]

Angela found a marker in my blood.

( Though her tone is still level it's... Ana doesn't know what to think about this, never mind knowing how it had happened

She moves from the kettle to pulling down a cup and a tea bag )

Something similar to your blood.

[mylawn]

[Without knowing much about what's really going on, Jack's first thought is that prolonged contact with him has done something to Ana. Genetics don't work like that, of course, but given how radical and mostly untested it all had been, Jack wouldn't at all be surprised to find unexpected side effects thirty years down the road.

It's doubly unexpected that it's Ana . He's still not sure what's wrong, exactly.]

Are you...experiencing anything?

[sleepdarts]

The only things Angela could note were responses to her tests.

( And he should know the tests -- basic strength exercises, vitals responses. Nothing is bad, far better than it had ever been, and somehow... it was wrong.

And, as if on cue, the cup that Ana had been placing down breaks )

Apparently my reactions exceed anything she's measured before.

[mylawn]

[As soon as he hears the telltale shatter of the teacup, he understands what's going on--Jack used to do the exact same thing. He'd been very young at the time, but he still remembers what it was like, to accidentally break most everything he touched.

He opens his mouth to speak, but closes it when he realizes he's too bewildered to actually say anything. It takes him another minute to find words.]

Are you breaking a lot of cups? Today?

[Or. Other things.]

[sleepdarts]

Mostly cups.

( Thankfully the rest hadn't actually broken but there'd been a close call with a door.

Or two )

I don't know what to do, Jack.

( Or how to not do it, really )

[mylawn]

[He is already imagining the potential destruction, if only because he lived it. How do you describe to someone else how it feels, when he's had more than thirty years to get used to it? When he's never had to instruct another person how to cope with abilities like his?]

Angela will figure something out.

[She's got to, though he says it more to assure himself than anything else. Hopefully this is only temporary.

After a moment of consideration, he stands, moving behind her to reach around and take the broken pieces of the cup out of her hands.]

Here. You've just gotta be gentle.

[sleepdarts]

That is what I thought I was doing.

( It had felt, at first at least, as if her motions were the same -- the same gentle ease that she always gave.

Apparently her old kind of gentle was no longer enough.

Ana sighs as Jack takes the pieces from her, head dipping slightly )

How did you get used to it?

[mylawn]

Gentler. Careful as you can.

[Extra gentle, like handling tissue paper, at least to start. His eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, like he's trying to remember exactly what this feels like. He's been living with his enhancements for longer than he's been without them, so it's difficult to recall.]

I broke a lot of things, the first few months.

[Implying that he didn't get used to it easily either.]