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[When the video starts, it's what appears to be a static image, from the point of view of someone sitting in one of the trolley seats. There are large claw marks spanning the side and it looks pretty banged up, but overall intact.

It's also not moving, which might not normally be a problem if not for the fact of where it's currently sitting.]

Hello? I don't want to alarm anyone, but...

[Chrissy sounds out of breath, but otherwise fine?]

One of those big birds- the chocobos?- it did this. The claw marks, that is. Something else happened and the entire thing went flying at it.

[Something else happened, she says, as though she hadn't managed to get a clear enough look at the one responsible for shoving the trolley. But she also has no idea what all of that was about, so she's not particularly in the mood to point fingers right now.

The view shifts a little, to get a better look out the window.]

I'm also not entirely sure where I am? I don't think I've ever been here before, so I'm not sure what to do now.

[Other than wait for now?]

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Most of the ones I've run into have been pretty calm. This red one seemed like it was in a bad mood though.

[Though now she's wondering which of them he's run into to even have that opinion.]

That would be nice. Do you know where I am?

Not exactly. Does your little device thing still work? It might have your location on the map. Like a "you are here" sort of thing.

Oh right! I always forget it can do that.

[Because the number of times she's actually needed it is still in the single digits, maybe. But she does take a moment to fiddle with the map.]

Okay, it says I'm on... Snake Island.

Snake Island. [A quiet hum as he looks up her location.]

Okay. Got it. On my way.

What do you suppose lives here?

[Chrissy no. Tempting fate is probably not the best plan.]

Really? That's great! I'm just gonna... wait here.

My guess is snakes, 'cause Snake Island.

[Silent shrug.]

Sorry, I don't have my bike here, so I'm hoofing it the old fashioned way.

Your guess is as good as mine.

[Hopefully, the red chocobo has moved on to greener pastures by this point.]

Oh man. I'm gonna owe you big time for walking all the way out here.

[But also, more importantly-]

Your bike?

No big. Not like my legs are gonna fall off.

I've got this sick motorcycle back home. I'd get to you in no time.

I hope not. This place is kind of weird sometimes, but I don't think it's that kind of weird.

Aww, now I'm a little bummed that I don't get to see it.

[It would've made getting out of here a lot easier too.]

I've seen other people with cars so maybe one day.

I'm crossing my fingers!

[Eventually— eventually— Jason arrives at Snake Island, a bit sweaty and with some new peck marks on his usual hoodie, but intact.]

Heard there was some rescuing in order?

[Chrissy emerges from the battered trolley at the sound of a familiar voice, and rewards his efforts by rushing over to throw her arms around him.]

You came!

[He'd said he was going to, and she'd had no reason to doubt him- it's just that coming all the way out here would be a big deal for anyone. She's quick to release him, and she takes a moment to look around before turning back to him.]

Thank you for this. Really. We probably shouldn't stick around much longer. Are you okay to walk back now, or do you need to rest first? It should be okay if we stay inside the trolley.

[Oh. That's. Jason hasn't been hugged by anyone in what feels like forever. Maybe by Rose in that Gotham mansion they broke into.]

I'm good to go. [He doesn't look particularly haggard at all, rather he's been recharged by just that teensy little hug.] How about you?

I'm glad to hear it.

[The thing about Chrissy is that she tends to be a hugger by default. She's also self-aware enough to know that not everyone feels the same way, so she tries not to just spring them on people unless she knows for certain that they're okay with it. But honestly, she's just glad to see that he made it here in one piece- because there are definitely snakes on this island.]

Yea, I'm good to leave whenever you are.

[He doesn't seem mad about it, though, so she's just not going to worry about it.]

[Jason doesn't push back. In fact he kinda leans into it until she steps back. ~~Touch-starved kid is touch-starved.~~]

Yeah. Yeah, I'm good. Let's get this show on the road.

[He looks back to the trolley and shakes his head.]

Guess that's gonna stay right where it's at.

[She still doesn't know Jason all that well yet, but she's observant enough to catch the way he'd leaned in- and kind enough to not make a big deal out of it. Instead, she darts back inside and emerges again a minute later with a book in tow.]

Okay, now I'm ready to go. Walk me home?

[She turns to consider the trolley when he mentions it, and reaches for his hand.]

I'm sure someone will be able to put it back.

[Jason waits for Chrissy re-emerge from the trolley before he turns to head back toward the better part of Etraya. What he doesn't expect is for her to reach for his hand. Their fingers make contact before Jason slowly pulls his hand back.]

A whole trolley?

I bet Aurora could do it. We came back from a mission a while back and she'd added the whole thing.

[Getting around before that point had been an adventure, but Chrissy had never really minded having to walk, considering all the walking she'd done at home. Him pulling his hand away is mildly disappointing, but she'd mostly been curious to see if he'd allow it so it's not that big a deal.]

Or maybe there's someone here that knows how to fix things.

She added a whole trolley? [That would probably seem more possible if he didn't know an alien who could shoot fire from her hands.]

I'm sure there's some nerd somewhere who can do it.

[He pauses.]

But you're okay?

Yea! It was pretty wild, actually.

[And somehow still not the wildest thing she's ever seen.]

If not, we're all going to have to get used to walking again.

[Inconvenient, sure, but not impossible.]

Oh, yea. I'm okay. I was sitting on the side that doesn't look like a giant bird was trying to tear it apart.

Seems like a waste of time. [Jason shrugs, looking over at the trolley and then to Chrissy.]

I don't trust those birds. Freaky.

I guess we'll see.

[She's not terribly worried about it either way.]

They're just like any other animal, I think. I don't trust them either, but I wouldn't trust any animal that doesn't know me.

You have a lot of experience with weird animals?

[Jason glances over at Chrissy and offers a small smile.]

That depends. Do people count?

[Because she has a lot of experience with weird people.]

Jason like "I knew trying to fistfight that bird was justified"

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