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I know this defies all kinds of Barge superstitions, but I'm gonna come right out and say it: I'd kill for a port right now. Having missed the adventure into a post-apocalyptic wasteland, the last time I even left the boat was in January.

When I turned into a woman.

Let's try for another down-to-earth port next time, Admiral-- with a little less gender bending.

[Warden Filter]
Perry's being released from Zero today. I don't think he'll be causing any trouble, but if you see him doing anything suspicious at all, if you see him threaten anyone off the networks, give me a call. I'll have my communicator close.

If anyone needs me, I'll be in the CES. As you can imagine, Level 0 doesn't exactly offer many opportunities to stretch your legs.

[Private to Eames]
Looks like your inmate's causing quite a stir. Anything I can do?

[OPEN SPAM - CES]
[So, Arthur will be in a nice country setting. If you run into him, he'll either be 1) going for a run or 2) taking a dip in a lake. Since he didn't bring a swimsuit with him, this means he's skinny dipping. Feel free to steal his clothes or just MAKE THINGS AWKWARD. I WANT TO TAKE A BREAK FROM SRS BIZNESS.]

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No reason to take you out of your break early. I can bring something there. It's not...raining or anything, is it?

No, it's perfectly pleasant. For now, anyway.

[No use saying anymore. He headed down to the CES and opened the door. Arthur was right...it was fine for now. He had a bag at his side, mostly with the notes that he carried with him all the time, but it now contained two bottles, as well. He headed for the lake, looking for Arthur.]

[Oh Capa. This is so awkward. Arthur's just standing in the lake, EVERYTHING FROM THE ABS AND BELOW UNDER WATER, crossing his arms. There's a pile of soaking wet clothes on the grass.]

Hey.

[Capa dropped his bag down beside a nearby tree and rose a brow, glancing between Arthur and the wet clothes. He did a quick assessment in his mind and then, after clearing his throat, started to laugh.]

[FROWN.]

And just as I was about to ask you to bring a pair of pants for me.

[He struggled for a moment to stop laughing and then took a breath.]

You can still ask.

Fine. [IN A TERRIBLY PROFESSIONAL VOICE:] Can you bring me a pair of pants, Dr. Capa?

That's better. Why yes, Arthur. I would love to. You want my fashionable ones or would you prefer something from your own, I'm sure extensive, wardrobe? [He was having far too much fun with this.]

Surprise me with something from your closet.

[He shrugged once and kept the bag where he had placed it before.] Alright. I'll be back. [He headed out of the CES and was gone for a while before he returned, a pair of pants and a pair of jeans in his hands, as well as a shirt. He had no idea if they would fit, but it was Arthur's own fault if they didn't.]

Surprise. Jeans. Now you can look as good as I do.

[Arthur rubbed his arms as he waited for Capa. It was starting to get chilly in here, damn it. When the scientist returned, Arthur laughed.] I wear jeans, too, you know. [He moved for the shore, throwing modesty aside, since it wasn't like Capa hadn't seen him naked before. And what was he going to use to dry off before putting Capa's clothes on? Why, Nygma's coat. Thanks, fellow warden.] I would've asked you to join me, but it was getting cold in there. [Wrapping the coat around his waist, he took the shirt and pants and got to getting dressed.]

I know. I've seen them. But I think these came from...Wal Mart. [Because there has to be a Wal Mart in the future. When Arthur emerged from the water, Capa allowed himself one teeny, tiny glance before going to his bag and sitting down on a rock to let him change.] Who does that coat belong to?

[Wal-Mart. Arthur frowned a little. Clearly, Capa picked that to torture him. He slipped the pants on, anyway. It was kind of a snug fit, since as slim as his build was, Capa was skinnier than him. Still, it'll do. Better than lounging around in a field naked (alright, not the worst set of circumstances in the world, but seeing as they were on the Barge: a recipe for disaster).]

Nygma. He "generously" donated it after kicking my clothes in the water.

[Wal Mart or Costco. Those were the best options. He thought he was being nice.]

Hm. Not really your style. [He reached in the bag and pulled out a beer to give to him.] It was the best I could do on short notice.

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