Dr. Daniel Jackson (
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Who| Daniel Jackson, Eva, R but OPEN to any others
What| Daniel's headed for an "I told you so" from Eva and finding out R is a "smart" zombie, which makes their interactions in the Arena have some added fridge horror.
Where| The park
When| Shortly meeting Ele (Sometime after his death in the Arena but before the victor's crowning.)
Warnings/Notes| No idea yet, will change if anything comes up
He had barely begun to put a dent in the place, but it already felt much too small. Like he was that rat pacing back and forth within its cage, nosing about at each end hoping each time something had changed. Uneasily, Daniel hurried through the crowd, eyes on the ground as he thought.
For the moment, there wasn't any way out as far as he could see, short of chance or the Gamemaker's wishes or finding a way out through the Districts. Not unless he stumbled on a Stargate and threw his chances to fate. Or found a ship. That was about as unlikely as a Goa'uld turning over a new leaf. Screwed just about covered it.
Daniel kept his eyes away from the buildings, the stalls. He couldn't bring himself to watch the rest of the Games. Which was almost a moot point when the Capitol was fond of keeping it on as many screens as possible. Now citizens could catch almost every minute as they went about their business. Wasn't that considerate?
Even then, he couldn't avoid it completely. There was a flash at the corner of his vision as he entered a park, and Daniel turned to look for a moment. There on the screen was what looked to be a tally, and a face flashed by as one of the deceased. Daniel recognied the blond hair even with a crowd in the way:" Draco Malfoy, the kid that had petitioned to become a citizen. Daniel felt a chill go down to his stomach. He hadn't seen Draco come out of the Arena. He hadn't even known he'd gone in, but apparently the petition was something of a pointless formality.
There had to be somewhere outside of the tower that had some peace and quiet, as Game free as possible.
What| Daniel's headed for an "I told you so" from Eva and finding out R is a "smart" zombie, which makes their interactions in the Arena have some added fridge horror.
Where| The park
When| Shortly meeting Ele (Sometime after his death in the Arena but before the victor's crowning.)
Warnings/Notes| No idea yet, will change if anything comes up
He had barely begun to put a dent in the place, but it already felt much too small. Like he was that rat pacing back and forth within its cage, nosing about at each end hoping each time something had changed. Uneasily, Daniel hurried through the crowd, eyes on the ground as he thought.
For the moment, there wasn't any way out as far as he could see, short of chance or the Gamemaker's wishes or finding a way out through the Districts. Not unless he stumbled on a Stargate and threw his chances to fate. Or found a ship. That was about as unlikely as a Goa'uld turning over a new leaf. Screwed just about covered it.
Daniel kept his eyes away from the buildings, the stalls. He couldn't bring himself to watch the rest of the Games. Which was almost a moot point when the Capitol was fond of keeping it on as many screens as possible. Now citizens could catch almost every minute as they went about their business. Wasn't that considerate?
Even then, he couldn't avoid it completely. There was a flash at the corner of his vision as he entered a park, and Daniel turned to look for a moment. There on the screen was what looked to be a tally, and a face flashed by as one of the deceased. Daniel recognied the blond hair even with a crowd in the way:" Draco Malfoy, the kid that had petitioned to become a citizen. Daniel felt a chill go down to his stomach. He hadn't seen Draco come out of the Arena. He hadn't even known he'd gone in, but apparently the petition was something of a pointless formality.
There had to be somewhere outside of the tower that had some peace and quiet, as Game free as possible.
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Nothing like watching the other Tributes training to make that hunger wish he could work out removing the muzzle.
By the time R arrived in the park, it was already evening, dark but not dark. The Capitol was on, day or night, all the time no matter where and it didn't really matter if you could see the stars. R guessed the people here didn't care about looking up. R did. With the trees here he felt a little bit safer from that big yawning sky, the emptiness black he was used to from home now colored this purple. Light pollution. Used to be extinct as the Living population dwindled. Now it was back.
R found himself chafing at it. He almost missed the stars.
He was still wandering the park, looking for a new spot to sway in and think when he spotted a man walking along one of the pathways. It took him a few minutes to realize who and then R shambled faster. Tall, glasses. Not much sneezing but he did get killed by this man. Hard to forget that face, that walk.
He had to make this right. Give those two groans. R eventually got close enough to start groaning.
"Uhgh....ugh...?" R hoped he had that down. That was two, right?
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He found himself looking for a weapon about him before he even realized what he was doing. There wasn't much he could use, not unless he wanted to add Death by Allergies to the list. By then, the zombie stumbled out.
The first thing he noticed was that, great, someone had thought to put a muzzle on him, like he was a dog prone to biting any fingers that got close. That wasn't exactly comforting. The zombie lurched towards him, then, instead of hurrying towards him, stopped and groaned.
And oddly enough... It sounded insane, but Daniel had to ask, "Was that a question?"
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"Muh...maybe," R was on a roll today. "Two...groans..."
Did this guy remember? R hoped he remembered because he was banking on it. Trying to make things right. Fix those terrible impressions he made in the Arena.
R shuffled to a stop a safe distance away from the human, trying to look as non-threatening as possible because their last couple of encounters hadn't been so hot. Don't get too close, let the human make the first move, look but don't touch. Staring across the few yards separating them, R could see this one was quick on his feet. Smart. The way his eyes flicked around, that...well, spark. Whatever it was really called.
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"You can talk?" Daniel blurted out, looking green suddenly. That implied a mess of things already, namely that he wasn't a mindless zombie like just about every piece of fiction implied. If this Tribute could communicate in some form or another, form words and thoughts, remember the two groans thing, even if it took this long to get that last groan out..
Oh God. That meant he'd been thinking and feeling each injury. His face getting kicked, being eaten alive. Daniel went on weakly, "You mean to tell me this entire time-"
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Time to fix that.
R nodded. "Talk...ing. I'm....sorry about....then." No point saying what then was - this guy seemed real bright, so he got the picture. "And...scaring you...too. Needed...help....not arrrm."
He'd swear on it if he had to. As much as his hunger thought Sneezy's arm looked like an appetizer, R was determined to start this off on a better foot and right now he was glad that muzzle was in place.
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So much for looking past appearances.
"It's um, it's okay," Daniel fumbled after a moment. Maybe not entirely. Waking up the way he had back then was still the stuff of nightmares, but he was pretty sure that over the course of the Arena, Daniel had done much worse to this Tribute. The guilt twisted even further in his stomach. Not only that, he'd actually needed help. "I'm sorry about kicking you. And what happened at the lake."
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"It's...okay...too," R said with a shrug. "Ac...cident. I should...have slowed...down."
Yeah, uh huh, "slowed down" for a zombie. Talk about ironic. But seriously, if he'd just taken the few extra seconds to groan out a "don't panic, and hear me out" instead of shuffling forward in his rush, they probably would've ended things on a better foot. Better late than never, right? Grateful for the opportunity to try to fix things, R began drafting up an explanation, the breath he didn't really need wheezing into his ruined lungs and then out.
"Back...there, I...needed...wing man. Other...Tribute," R gasped it out. "Understand?"
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"Yeah, right, slow down all you need to," Daniel muttered. A zombie needing to slow down. A zombie needing a wingman. He'd, as of now, officially heard everything. "I might have helped you if things had gone down better."
Daniel started to hold out his hand, then faltered. Sure, the Tribute seemed like a decent guy, but he had that muzzle on for a reason. After a moment, he awkwardly dropped it. "I didn't get your name."
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"I'm...Rrr," R wheezed out, the zombie's gray hand starting to flop up too. He stared at where Daniel's hand used to be, realizing after that fact that maybe he didn't want to shake. Considering R had a dead man's grip and a past history of biting first, he guessed that was fair enough of the human to be cautious here. "Just...R. Your...name?"
Maybe now wasn't the time to tell him he'd been calling him Sneezy the whole time. R usually wasn't prone to nicknames but the guy made that big of an impression on him, right from the first sneeze. Having a real name might help this...whatever that was between them. Conversations and communication issues, he guessed.
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It was more the part where R had tried to eat him that had Daniel hesitating than the dead part. Daniel had poked and prodded enough dead things over his line of work that it didn't faze him. It was the part where it wasn't quite dead yet and that part where he had a taste for humans that might have something to do with it.
"Just R? Really?" Daniel repeated. Did zombies name themselves? For all he knew, maybe they preferred to treat their "living" previous self as another phase, over and done with, with as little reminders as possible. Hell, did they even see humans as another species at this point? Now that he wasn't in danger of being eaten, he had to admit, he was curious to see what kind of society might develop from er, sentient zombies. "It's Daniel. Daniel Jackson."
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"Dan...iel," R mostly got it out in one shot, looking at that last name and deciding not to get too ambitious here. Better stick with the basics. "Nice to...meet you. G...glad for...chances."
He kept wanting to shake hands, for some reason. R got the impression he'd never been that good at it, but that didn't stop him from wanting to practice anyway. Might as well since he suddenly had a lot of time and nothing like a life to get in the way these days. He tried to focus on Daniel's face, the glint of his glasses - anything to keep him from fading - and he thought the man looked like he had questions now that they weren't busy with gory misunderstandings.
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Talk about depressing.
This might be the only time he found a talkative zombie and had a second chance with one. He should take notes. Daniel instinctively began to search his pockets for a pencil, a scrap of paper, anything.
"Same here. Nice to meet you too," Daniel answered. Despite his first impressions of R, none of them good, it was becoming easier to look at him as a person and not something trying to kill him. Even if his name was partially buried, he still remembered old manners. "Would you mind if I asked you some questions? I've never met a zombie. Or what would you prefer to call yourself?"
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"Dead. Or...Fleshies," R thought about it. He better explain, his hand bonelessly flopping at himself and his full set of skin and muscles. "Others...Boney. Not..."
He paused, searching for the words he wanted, feeling Daniel's eyes on him the whole time. Even if he hadn't tried taking a chunk out of the guy, R would've felt nervous under that stare - there was the sharp edge of intelligence there studying him, R feeling even like more of a big, lumbering idiot of a corpse. Was he being graded? Why did it feel like he was being graded on a paper? Did he even remember what it felt like to write papers? R guessed this had to be a pretty close second, feeling so on the spot that he fumbled for a bit before he recovered.
"...Not nice...neighbors." R said. That'd have to do. It wasn't the most eloquent thing he'd ever said, but it got the job done.