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Simon Tam ([info]can_swear) wrote in [info]silverage,
@ 2011-08-11 07:12:00

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Entry tags:!log, cameron, simon tam

...what?
Who: Simon, Cameron
What: a chance meeting / mistaken identity
When: afternoon
Where: on the streets
Rating: Low
Status: --





Simon was no expert on the matter, but he was pretty sure that snow in August was against the norm. Everything he'd seen on the television seemed to indicate the same. He wasn't exactly prepared for this weather, but he'd managed to find a coat in the lost and found, and he'd watched through a window as ill-prepared city workers did their best to clear the snow off the streets and sidewalks.

He didn't understand it, but he'd seen a note on the board about ... magic users. It still boggled his mind, and he'd rather believe it was a weather anomaly than think someone had the power to cast a blizzard in their cage. As far as he knew, at any rate, it encompassed the entirety of their cage. He was more concerned with the immediate area, however, and how he was going to handle being outside in these temperatures.

Either way, he did intend to get outside and see what help he could offer to people who'd gotten into accidents, or slipped and fallen on the ice. So it was that he made his way out of the welcome center in the afternoon. He had no real plan just then save to wander around (or head to the hospital and offer his assistance there), but something happened that derailed his plans entirely.

He saw River.

Well, no. River had never moved quite like that, but maybe it was the snow? From this distance though ... she looked just like her. "River!" he called out as he shoved his hands deeper into his pocket, his medkit banging against his side as he moved carefully in her direction. "River!" He called again, in case she hadn't heard the first time.



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[info]cameront888
2011-08-12 12:10 pm UTC (link)
"Ballet takes a lot of hard work and practice to get everything right. I've been dancing for years. But its interesting that someone who looks a lot like me was also good at dancing."

She smiled softly. "You are a good man, and have a good family. Maybe she'll find you here, or maybe nobody will even notice you're gone. I haven't heard that anybody knows what is going on with all this."

"What was it like living on a space ship? What did you do and what did you see?"

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[info]can_swear
2011-08-12 02:31 pm UTC (link)
Not for her he wanted to say, but he could barely believe River's aptitude for ... everything, without trying to make a stranger believe how easily everything came to his sister. "It's interesting that someone who looks like her was drawn here," Simon countered as he regarded Allison.

He nodded slightly, but it wasn't as though he could know what was going on at home. Was he gone? Was this place actually outside of time and his absence wouldn't be noted because he'd be returned? He wished someone had the answers -- and that he knew who they were.

"It ..." He shook his head and frowned. How to even describe it? "We had a lot of ... adventures," he said. "I ... well, we ... the crew ... they were ..." Simon sighed. He didn't want to say criminals -- though it was truth -- because that just painted the wrong shade of a picture. "We did odd jobs," he settled on. "I ... wasn't on the field so much. Not great with guns, and they needed me inside to treat the ... injuries that did occur.

"But we traveled all over the galaxy, taking work where it was. Saw ... everything. Core planets, border moons." Whorehouses. Death. So much death. Reavers. He half-closed his eyes before he opened them again. "It's a very busy life. What ... what about yours? What was your life like at home?"

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