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#me waiting for the next season of Mr. Robot like

It's difficult not to look surprised at another familiar name. "She's here too?" Maybe Zaid will think their surprise has to do with her fame. There is a little more than that, a little more Nakia knows ( or knew? ) about the actress in question. Nothing they would be keen to disclose now, for how close it is to revealing their own profession. Not know, and not ever, if the fates didn't have anything else to say about it. Then Zaid attempts to assure them that there might be others Nakia might know — and while Zaid couldn't guess this, it sounds more like a curse than a wish. Nakia mingles with dangerous people, many of which they would not necessarily want to have here. They attempt at a smile, hoping it doesn't show up as a grimace. "Oh, we'll see, I suppose... that would be good." No, it wouldn't, though Zaid means well, and Nakia has no intention of upsetting him or raising suspicions around themself. The subject that's ghosted over is clear, and they have no aim to dig it up either. With a more sombre expression on their face, they silently nod, picking at their food, biting down a piece of a sandwich that's still really good. The taste really does not matter when they are stuck here, however, and the thought of a rescue, or lack thereof, is not surprising. It stings a little, nonetheless. "I- don't think so either. Though, someone must be looking. I don't know if they will be successful, but- yeah." Even if Nakia doubted someone would be looking for them for too long, there were people here, with families, with fans, back home. It's bound to stir some news, or that's still their wishful thinking. A proper grimace at their face this time, looking over the food Zaid deems to be made by professionals, and Nakia trusts their word. "Do you think... they make us forget, somehow? To do all of this as we sleep?" They don't call it drugs out loud, it's left unsaid. To be picked beneath the words. "Oh, uh- thanks." Nakia is hardly taking it well, in their opinion, but they have always been a closed box, so it tracks that people around them won't be able to tell. "You too, I'd say."

She had managed to move closer and stopped when she heard another speak. She couldn't agree more, she had already attempted to throw sand at a few cameras. a part of her wanted to know how this worked. "You're not wrong." she kept her voice low "I would also like to see how this is programmed." she then looked at her wrist at the bracelet.

They are somewhat surprised at hearing agreement from the stranger, though it is appreciated. A hum, they cross their arms in front of them, leaning against the pole in question. "Any ideas on how to bring that down easy, then?" It's not that Nakia cannot do it on their own. They are absolutely certain they can figure out a way, though they are curious as to how the other thinks. Their aim isn't to test them, but if that's how it will turn out — they don't particularly care. At the comment, their gaze shifts to the bracelet, donning a different gem to the one on Nakia's. "Ah- yeah." That's another part of this mystery, another blaring clue in front of their eyes. "I would like that too, though I think just breaking that apart is a bit more dangerous-" Call it a hunch, or something else, or the memory of someone vanishing into thin air in front of their eyes, Nakia does not want to mess with the bracelets — at least just not yet. "Though, do you got a theory about them?"

He took a deep breath and shook his head. “I have no idea, I don’t know what I did before this, I don’t know… anything from before I came here, nothing at all. kuchh nahin.” He put his hands on his hips in frustration. “What did you do?” he asked them, hooded eyes looking back at the other. 

So when the person accepted her offer, she smiled at him grateful. "That sounds like a plan. Come on, lemme show you where I saw that ladder, we can get it back here in no time." They started making their way towards the warehouse, there wasn't least one ladder leaned against the back wall on the inside. "I'm Darcy, by the way. And you?" she asked, jumping into some chitchat while they walked easily. "So I'm assuming you worked in IT before we all woke up on the cruise ship not too long ago, right?"

A quick grin as Chance flings a little self-depreciation in the end. He won't impose. Never that. It's entirely up to them if they decide to accept his offer of help - or not. Just a toe in the water... A temperature test of sorts.

"Oh, that's cool." This, they mean. Not in the way of making small talk and pretending to be interested in what other people are saying — gaming and custom rigs are something that's within Nakia's realm of interests. At the very centre, too. "Once we got this taken care of —" Which they are certain they will, it can't be that hard to reach a surveillance camera, even if it's more than a few meters off the ground. "I'd like to hear which games you like to play." A rough laugh leaves their lips, a shrug of their shoulders. "Now that does sound like a video game, doesn't it. Sadly I am no Nathan Drake." Didn't have the core strength or the pure luck to survive as dangerous stunts as that video game protagonist did. "Even if all of this does feel like a video game sometimes..." They are stuck in an escape room type of setting, ironically and tragically, with real lives at stake. The hollow noise the beam makes, pulls a hum out of Nakia, suddenly interested. "We could bring it down, if we can't climb it." They test the word 'we' in their mouth, waiting for the other to either accept it as it is, or correct them. The offer to help makes it seem like the other will choose the first option, and Nakia offers him a small grin. "Sure, two heads are better than one. Or well, four arms of muscle strength, I suppose."

She crossed her arms, trying to hold onto a shred of dignity despite her disheveled state. “Besides, can’t damage the branding. Wouldn’t want to ruin the charm, now would we?”

They raise an eyebrow, something akin to irritation rising up their chest at the bitter tone. However, it is easy to brush away, due to two main reasons: it's unlikely it's her fault that they are here — and Nakia does not particularly care about her opinion on their methods. Though, amused enough to play into that type of perspective, they find themselves shrugging. "Better than doing nothing, isn't it?" One thing they hate is sitting idle and playing into the hands of whoever planned this. Nakia isn't foolish enough to believe they can easily put a stop to it all, but if there is a way that they can make their job even a bit more difficult — they are doing it. "And pieces make up a whole and all that. Who knows?" Knuckles wrap twice against the metal beam, eyebrows raising in a challenge. "Oh, the branding —" Sarcasm drips from their words, and they try to pick the kinder words that are going through their mind. "I would paint over it all with graffiti if I could, though that would probably not be worth the effort. At least, for now."

Maybe the other was wrong. Maybe they’d never crossed paths.

The skepticism is fine, Nakia does not take it to heart. It either has to do with how they don't know each other, or the simple fact it's a far-fetched theory to begin with. They return the question with a shrug. "It's possible." The pondering by the stranger is welcome, even if Nakia is a bit too confident in their own skills when it comes to most things technology related. The observation, as well as the theory, however, are both valid, and Nakia does not reject or dismiss them. "Could be hard wired — could be not. Only one way to find out." Hence, their quest to bring that thing down. Hey, maybe it also has to do with the fact that they do want to dismantle something, and have been going insane with lack of things to do. Nothing they would admit very easily, though. The fact most tech on this damned Island are very outdated, is something they also took notice, something that they find suspiciously off. Another clue filed away for later, waiting to be brought together with others as time went on. A shrug, shoulders moving up and down at the question. "Yeah, you could say that. I work at tech — am an IT guy of sorts." Understatement of the century, even if it holds a semblance of truth. "Even if there is no receiver, it will still give me something to work off on."

He picked up a slightly stale cheese sandwich. "You hungry, mate?"

Their eyebrows shoot higher at the response, disbelief lingering on their expression before settling on surprise again. "Oh, really? How many people do you know here?" It is one thing for only Nakia and Zair to show up here ( which would still be too much of a coincidence on its own ), and it is another thing for more people they knew to be around. It seems more targeted now, to know there is a sort of connection between a few of its residents. What does it mean? Would it unfold to be more complicated as they slowly got to know more people around? Zaid does not seem to be in a similar panic as them by the revelation of their connections, or if he does, he decides to do so outward about other anomalies instead. The techie files it away for later and barely manages to turn their attention back on the man in front of them. The death in question is a particular anomaly impossible to ignore, and as Nakia pulls back, their face turns into a grimace. More open than usual, more pained. "Yeah — I- I did. That was — crazy. Didn't even seem real." "Right in front of us too —" They want to make us more panicked, more afraid- Nakia cuts himself short, doesn't utter those theories. No good would it all bring, not when Zaid's turning his attention to something more useful, which is the remainder of the feast laid in front of them. "Yeah, yeah, I'll join you." Pulling up a chair, they sit down on it, reaching out for one of the sandwiches. "Don't think this will beat yours — but we gotta eat and all that." Takes a bite, before returning back to Zaid's comment from before. "But yeah, sorry you are stuck here too — but it's good to see a familiar face."

A pause and then, "I do remember seeing a ladder in the warehouse yesterday when I checked it out, so I can get it for you. That can get you up there. If you're willing to share after, if you find something."

Although the lack of doubt in Nakia's motivations is a pleasant thing to hear, the only trace of that on their expression is the raise of an eyebrow. "Oh. good, then." They start, the tip of their lips only barely curling into a grin. "And yeah- I do understand some might be inclined to wreak havoc here and there- and that would be within their right." If they didn't need to live here another day, they'd be advocating to burn it all down, just in spite of whoever's behind this. And this is telling, for Nakia's never been the outwardly violent type of person. A shrug at the question, they look back up at the cameras again, before focusing their gaze on her. "It's — possible. I can't know until I actually have it down and dismantled. I also don't have my gear but — because there's a possibility, I want to go for it." Then, the posing of a deal, while surprising, they find it to be rational. They all want to get out of here, after all — unless one of them is involved, which is also possible, though no use thinking of that without any leads. It will only drive them more paranoid ( which is, quite likely either way ). "Deal. I'll bring it with you — in case it's heavy."

It's crazy to think about everything that's happening. Nakia still feels like they will close their eyes, and when they wake up, they will be back in their flat again, learn that it was all a nightmare, a weird dream that could not possibly be true. Then they blink, and find themself on this island again. There is no escape, no answers, and they feel their patience growing thin, scrambling to find information, to try to measure up all these people around them. Some, they know, and some they don't — and that makes it all the more confusing. They are in the hub, to grab something to eat, to take a break from staring at all the tech around the island until they give them a proper answer. A familiar voice reaches their ears, and their head snaps back up, eyes widening at the sight of someone they could call a friend. Someone who does not know who Nakia truly is, but that rarely means a thing nowadays. "Zaid?" They let out, mouth open for a few seconds more, before there are arms wrapped around them. Nakia accepts the brief hug, his own coming to wrap around the other. They have never been a truly tactile person, though a familiar face now, feels like water in a desert. "What the hell are the odds, man —" When they pull back, they look up and down at him, as if trying to figure out if it really is Zaid, or yet another trick. "Yeah- It's me. How- Do you know anything? About... All of this?"

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