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[ Hi Turtletopia, meet Kyle. He’s wearing a sleeveless deep green shirt, with the words YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE A STUBBORN JERK TO WORK HERE, BUT IT HELPS beneath the Lantern insignia. He’s leaning back in the chair, looking a lot more cheerful than he’s been over the past month. As always, he’s wearing his ring on his right hand. He’s broadcasting from an Earth Sector suite, quite utilitarian save for several maps and diagrams of flora and fauna that have been pinned to the walls, all of which are extremely detailed, a few of which are not finished.

He gives the screen a small wave and begins to speak, his tone even, matter-of-fact, self-assured. It’s not overbearing, but distinctly that of someone who, when he speaks, is used to being listened to, and obeyed. ]

Astrid Farnsworth is missing. [ A text document with her photograph and physical description is attached. There is a very brief clench of his jaw before he starts speaking again. ] If she owed you any debts, made any promises, let me know. Anyone who wants to pick up where she left off with the bakery in Water Sector now, it’s all yours.

[ Moving on. ]

Secondly, for those of you who need equipment, and don’t have the money or means to acquire it [ Constructs of a feather duster, an M16 rifle, and what looks like a portable electricity generator appear and disappear in quick succession. ] I can make pretty much anything, it’s all solid and it works just like ordinary stuff. [ Wryly: ] My sewing machines have been making your clothes for quite a while. [ Beat. ] If it’s new, don’t worry, I’m a quick learner. Size, complexity, not a problem. [ Another pause. ] It’s not permanent, just a stopgap measure if you’re in a tight spot and need a hand. Or five. [ On cue, five hands appear, wave merrily, and disappear. ]

Thirdly, if you have scanners, I’d like to know what you discovered when you tried to use them on the barrier. If you haven’t tried yet, I’d be happy to offer a lift so that we can make an attempt. To our magic users, this extends to you too. By magic, I don’t mean technology so advanced it can be misconstrued as magic, I mean [ emphasizes each word: ] actual proper magic. [ He frowns a little. ] Actually, I’d be interested to know what all of you feel specifically when you are around the barrier or trying to get through it. And just a word of advice, don’t try to fly through it. It’s pretty painful and the water’s cold. [ :/ ]

That’s all.

[ A pause. ]

Right. For those of you who’re new here. Hi. Kyle Rayner, Green Lantern Corps. Y’know. [ Self-deprecating smile. ] If you need a book moved from a tall shelf or something, the Lighthouse is at EA-3B.

[ A small two-finger salute, and signing off. ]

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[ This is solely because he doesn’t feel like pinging her publicly on the network. ]

Does your welcome brochure have a list of all available Foreigner-run clinics, with a list of personnel and available equipment?

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Hey. Got a favour to ask of you guys.

[100% ENCRYPTED | DAMIAN WAYNE]

[ The cheer is gone. This is Serious Business. ]

Let me know if there’s any chatter on this post, regarding that topic we discussed. I’ll be at the clinic today.

[ And another pause, as he considers what else to say. ]

I’ll see you soon, all right?

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You're all right.

[HE GETS IT FROM YOU B)]

What are you up to today, anyway?

Tossing some ideas around.

[He raises his eyebrows, like I dare you to make a comment, Rayner.]

[Who's gonna take that dare? This guy.]

Yeah? What about?

[Pfft. He rolls his eyes.]

How the hell this place stays afloat, for one thing.

[This is a turtle joke.]

[Soft snort.]

I'm starting to explain everything I don't get with 'turtle magic'. [Waves his hand.] Like how our rings are being messed with.

There's always somebody dicking around with somethin'. [A grim smile.] That's why it's a good thing I'm here now.

[But seriously.]

You'd think turtle magic could maybe do something about food.

[He comes in, bumps him playfully with a shoulder. Just to check he's still there because Astrid just left and--]

I know a bunch of people are trying to grow their own food - we're of use there.

[Terraforming missions. Good practical experience with #comic book science.]

Or you know, you could go fishing with Arthur.

[He tilts his chin up and bumps him right back, harder, because 1. he's secretly four, and 2. he knows, and isn't disappearing.]

Yeah, I could, or Arthur could end his day without double shiners.

[Like, pls.]

You go fishing with Arthur.

[A small shove. It'll escalate to full-on roughhousing soon and honestly, he could use it.]

You could at least try to get along with the rest of the JLA here. You can't exactly avoid them, you know.

[Just gonna . . . gently slap the back of your head, bro. And by gently I mean not.]

Right, 'cause I'm always a sweetheart to people I can't avoid.

[The high road is hard to find.]

Guy.

[It's a little chiding. It's not really why can't you just get along, because he knows, he knows better than anyone why that's the case. It's just him being exasperated at a world that doesn't listen to him, and right now, that frustration is being vented at one of the few people who won't judge him for it.]

Any progress on that bar name? Logo?

[I feel useless.]

[The difference is Guy listens. Mostly. And tries to understand a good portion of the time. There are limits, though, and this is one of them. He's not about to play nice with somebody just 'cause he oughta.]

Siddown.

[It's what he says instead of giving an answer.]

[Welp. That's the Listen To Me voice. Kyle pulls over a chair, and rocks it on two legs, raising a questioning eyebrow.]

[Guy twiddles a pen, leans back in his own chair, raises an eyebrow right back.]

I kinda figured you'd be thinking about the logo.

[He kinda didn't. He kinda figured Kyle'd be pent up in his own mind, like he gets. But he kinda wants him out of there, for a little while.]

[Worried about you.]

[A tilt of the shoulders, a small smile. Sorry. A slight twitch of his fingers: I get restless.]

What'd you want on it? I figured something cool. [Snaps his fingers.] A shark. We could put a shark on it.

Just one?

[Like, at least ten sharks. His brows knit together. So do something.]

[Right hand flexes. I'm trying.]

Dunno, how many are we talking about?

I don't know. Gimme a bunch of sketches and I'll figure out which one looks best.

Some without sharks, if you want.

[This is. Pretty straightforward.]

[He grins widely, and with a flick of his wrist a notebook comes soaring out from under... stuff, and he flips it open excitedly, only for his face to fall when he realises which notebook it is.

They haven't talked about it. Kyle kept wanting to summon the courage to do so. He doesn't... really know what to do now because his emotions (guilt, shame, fear) are written all over him. This is like sounding a siren next to Guy's ear. There'll be a reaction and he honestly doesn't want to cause more pain.]

[His eyes narrow, almost imperceptibly. Like hell that's gonna fly. No more hiding.]

[He just holds his hand out. Not even expectantly. Kyle knows he's not gonna let this go - he'll be quieter about it this time than last time, but drop it? No way.]

[Not imperceptible to Kyle. He was going to hand it over even without Guy asking.

Sow the wind, reap the whirlwind.]

[He flips through it, jaw clicking tight in response to every turned page. A slow blink, once he gets to the end, and a slight shake of his head.]

[And then he hands it back. Once was enough. He'll remember what's in there. Now he fixes Kyle with a sharp look. Talk to me.]

[He's not sure what he expected. Disappointment. Judgement. Anger.

He sees none of it, and... he lowers his head, focuses on the sound of his heart pounding in his ears. Let me pull myself together.]

Apparently I get through it.

[It's not an answer. He's stalling, trying to find the right words.]

[There's anger, sure. But it's pushed down - something he does for Kyle and Kyle only, and only for a while, only because he remembers fractures and the look on Soranik's face. Which wouldn't matter, except for the fact that she was Doctor Natu right then.]

[So there's a ticking at the back of his head, and when it ticks down he'll be furious. But for now, he watches, he waits.]

Yeah? Good to hear.

[Terse. Demanding, in as gentle a way as he can manage, which really - isn't.]

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