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[captainryan]

It's still early, though not that. Ryan's finished his morning workout and has just stepped out of the shower. River's downstairs at the moment, probably reading, and Damocles with her since he gets bored waiting for Ryan to get clean.

As if Ryan's thrilled when Dam gets muddy.

He opens the bathroom door to let the steam clear out into the main room, prowling to the dresser to get fresh clothes.

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[hatchingviper.livejournal.com]

There is a knock on the door. As if some mun who accidentally hiatused were trying to GTFOverit. :D

It's a kind of medium-force even knock. That's... about all the personality infomration one can get from a knock, sadly. :(

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He is not yet dressed and he cannot be certain it is River behind the door, woe.

So he calls, "Who is it?"

We bet Deitmar is happy he didn't just say 'come in'.

[hatchingviper.livejournal.com]

"Um. I."

Please get dressed before massively glomping him, Ryan. -.-

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

O_O!

He's halfway to the door before he remembers.

"Don't go anywhere!" He shouts near frantically as he scurries back to the dresser to grab a pair of sweatpants, nearly falling over as he tries to get into them and return to the door at the same time. "I'm coming!"

Disaster is, fortunately, averted and the door opens to reveal a slightly damp werewolf with hopeful happy eyes.

Commence glomping.

[hatchingviper.livejournal.com]

"I'm not going anywhuf--"

That wasn't Wesker trying canine, that was Wesker losing the air from his lungs. And being annoyed that his feet just left the ground. And not saying anything about it.

Yes, yes, he's happy to see you too.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He can't help it! When puppies come back after one thought they wouldn't, they get glomped and lifted off their feet.

Hi! Ryan yips happily, still not putting him down.

[hatchingviper.livejournal.com]

Time to just pat him on the shoulder. It isn't like Deitmar can speak.

(Also don't blame your lack of control on his being stuck. B| )

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Ryan sets him down, but keeps one arm around his shoulder as he pulls him into the room and shuts the door. There's been a few small changes since the pup was here last; a simple orchid on the windowsill, a new and large stack of books next to the bed, a grey wool shawl on the chair. Nothing terribly out of character for Ryan except, perhaps, the empty space for a pair of boots between his own and his dress shoes.

"Come in! Let's have a look at you," Ryan says, stopping and stepping in front of him, hands still on his shoulders, to look him over.

He frowns softly. "It's been a while, hasn't it?" He looks older.

[hatchingviper.livejournal.com]

BREATHE AIR

Since there hadn't been much personality here at all, Wesker glances over the little changes twice.

"Yes. Half a year. The door wouldn't open. I--managed it. We're working for the government. William's father died. His mother did not. I am disowned."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Ryan's eyes narrow at that last but he stifles his growl.

"How are you?"

Yes, Deitmar, he is concerned. Deal.

[hatchingviper.livejournal.com]

"...weary. Very... it took a good deal of maneuvering. I am still not sure that we are safe. There is little more I can do, however.

"You haven't told me what's happened with you."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Ryan gives him a shoulder bump. "I'll help in any way I can." Even if it's just emotional support.

"Uh," Ryan says eloquently. How should he start this conversation?

"I've already had Ray check: this isn't caused by outside influences." It's the middle of the story but Ryan feels this is important to get out there.

[hatchingviper.livejournal.com]

...time to give him an infinitely weary, infinitely eloquent look and drop into the room's chair, waiting for what already smells like disaster.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

And Ryan settles on the bed, still in nothing more than a pair of sweatpants.

"I've...met someone," he says cautiously, waiting for Deitmar's reaction to this news.

He's not crazy or possessed or Sued or anything this time. Really.

[hatchingviper.livejournal.com]

"Go on," says Deitmar.

He should have picked another week to come back, shouldn't he. In his absence, Ryan has decided to putter along just fine before another mad dash into insanity.

But his eyes are attentive. He missed Ryan. :/ It's good to be back.

With the crazy.

Sigh.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Not crazy, dammit.

But Ryan is well used to proving to Deitmar he's not nuts.

"Her name is Dr. River Song. We've been seeing each other for roughly a month," he explains calmly and keeping any sort of glee about this from his tone.

Glee will only dissuade Deitmar from believing him.

[hatchingviper.livejournal.com]

"A month." That's something. "Tell me about her."

There's still something very resigned in his tone, and his gaze is now sliding down the titles of the stack of books.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Okay, Ryan, you must be logical here.

"She's very intelligent, an anthropologist. She's deceased, but still has access to a digital library in her universe because her consciousness was uploaded to it. She's fairly cheerful, though not as much as Suzi, and witty as well." What else can he say that doesn't make him sound besotted?

"She has brownish red curly hair, is about so high, with grey-green eyes."

It's an interesting stack of books; Kahlil Gibran, Mark Twain, a couple of scientific treatises on lycanthropy, a book titled Reserva Biológica Bosque Nuboso Monteverde, something on quantum theory, and one on orchid cultivation.

Ryan may read a few of those, but quantum theory? A bit out of his league, don't you think, Deitmar?

[hatchingviper.livejournal.com]

That little neh kind of sound at the anthropology had nothing to do with her, per se; just a little automatic reaction of a disciple of the hard sciences to one who enjoyed the softer sciences.

"A digital library?" She carries around physical books?

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"A rather large digital library," Ryan explains, missing the unspoken question. "It's roughly the size of a planet and has just about any sort of book you could imagine."

It reminds him a bit of the Milliways one, actually.

Imagine the future bio books you could get from there, Deitmar!

[hatchingviper.livejournal.com]

"But she carries actual books about," Deitmar says mildly. Maybe he's just confused.

"When did she... I do not understand the consciousness part."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

[D'oh. Retcon that anthropologist to archaeologist.]

"Yes? She's not digital here," Ryan points out a shade amused. "I believe she likes the weight of them as well." Since she carries them in the Library, too.

"Her mind was uploaded to the computer that runs the Library. It's roughly 5400 for her." He sounds a bit unsure about the date, but it explains the tech.

[hatchingviper.livejournal.com]

"So she lacks a physical body there."

Her consciousness has moved out of her body, in fact, but he does not say dead.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Ryan thinks he sees what Deitmar's getting at.

"As far as I know. She said she's dead, however, and she wasn't lying. She knows I'm deceased as well.

"We haven't really gone into details beyond that."

[hatchingviper.livejournal.com]

"I see."

Perhaps this was legitimate.

Interesting.

"And she knows the rest."