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[Eddie looks...just slightly worse for wear, though his version of 'worse for wear' isn't really all that bad, and mostly consists of a loosened tie, lack of blazer, and a half-inch of stubble instead of a quarter-inch. There's something a little bleary about his face, though, including a bit of red around the eyes, even though he's making a sort of tentative smile.]

So uh. Hey, everyone.

[The smile widens a little, but doesn't quite reach his eyes, even though he's obviously trying.]

I'm guessing it's pretty normal around here for a new arrival to be a little...confused...and I'm no exception. Did a little research though, so I'm starting to get my head around this whole thing. Mostly.

[A pause, and he licks his lips, eyes flicking away from the screen for a moment.]

So, I guess the only question I've got left is... [A shrug.] ...can anyone recommend some volunteer activities or anything? Being a bookstore clerk is seriously not going to keep me busy enough.

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[Well... Damn. Here's a blast from the past M never expected to see again.

M's been here long enough not to assume that Eddie Eddie retained his memories, or is even the same version of the man that was here 2 years ago. He can hope, though....]

I've worked with Helping Hands, Open Hearts in Heropa for a while now. It does a lot of good for a lot of people.

Also Aid De Chima, No One Alone in Maurtia Falls, and Color House in Nonah.

[His brows raise, but unfortunately there's no recognition. Eddie might like it if there were someone here he did recognize, but so far...nothing.]

Wow, that's a lot of options.

[The smile widens a little, and he lifts a hand to rub at the back of his neck.]

Don't suppose you'd mind telling me what they're all for?

[Well that sucks.]

HHOH helps low-income families get the food, healthcare, and vocational training they need through various programs.

Aid De Chima provides localized disaster relief after the inevitable imPort or other natural disastr. In times of non-disaster they support local food banks.

No One Alone is a non-profit that helps homeless or abused youth, and is one of the bigger youth shelters in Maurtia Falls.

Color House is another non-profit that helps homeless or abused youth, with a specific focus on LGBTQ youth.

[If only he knew how much it sucks.]

Oh, nice. I like the sound of Color House especially. I ran into a lot of kids like that before I made detective. I always wanted to do something to help, but a lot of them don't trust cops.

[A slightly crooked smile.]

Not that I blamed them.

[Shit. There's that smile again.]

I can't say I blame them either.

[He sends some information along.]

My contact at Color House. Tell them M sent you.

[Almost on cue, the smile widens a bit, and he ducks his head, smiling.]

Yeah, well. I tried to be one of the good ones. Thanks for the referral.

[A pause.]

M, huh? Interesting name. I'm Eddie, by the way. Eddie Thawne.

It's short for Midnighter.

[Oh right--]

Hang on.

[He quickly pulls something out of his pocket and holds it up to the camera. It's a business card.]

A pleasure to meet you, "Eddie by the way." [Sorry, he couldn't help himself.]

I foster cats myself. There's also a youth center in Maurtia Falls, the Endeavor Center.

[Eddie's eyes immediately widen and brighten at that.]

Whoa. Oh man, I never thought of fostering cats...I love cats.

Me too. I wanted to adopt one outright, but... several people pointed out to me that imPorts leave without warning all the time, and their pets get left alone. Fostering them lets me scratch the itch without risking that happening, and they still end up going to new homes.

[He doesn't exactly frown, but some of the brightness leaves his eyes when he thinks about that particular point.]

Right. That's a good point.

[A pause, and he takes a little breath, pondering for a few moments whether he wants to ask. Finally, he does.]

We don't really have a say in whether we leave, do we?

No. There doesn't seem to be any rhyme or reason behind when people leave and when they go. Sometimes people Port out, then back in. Sometimes they remember their time here, other times they don't.

[Eddie licks his lips, and it's pretty obvious that it's nerves making him do it.]

No way to guarantee that you don't, then?

No. I've apparently been here on more than one occasion, but I have no memory of it. I know it's true, looking back on the network, but it was like a clean slate when I arrived here.

[There's a scrawny guy in a dim room, arching an eyebrow at the camera while a half smoked joint dangles from his lips.]

Mate, just get a new job. The hell's the point in volunteerin' when you can do the same shite for money?

[Eddie's brows raise a little, and he shrugs.]

If I need more money, I'll look for a better job. Not a big deal. I like volunteering though. I like feeling like I'm doing something worthwhile.

Depends what you're volunteering for there, mate. There's a few things I've put meself forward for that I wouldn't exactly call worthwhile by most folk.

[A little laugh, and he shakes his head.]

Well, that's why I asked for recommendations. Gotta make sure I actually want to do something before I volunteer, right? It's not all noble.

Y'can volunteer for me if you'd like. I'm worthwhile. Need all sorts of things doing. Wouldn't mind a fella to make me coffee in the morning, breakfast too. Maybe go buy me some booze or kush when I need it.

[Eddie actually snorts at that one, shaking his head.]

I'd at least like to get to know you before I'm bringing you breakfast in bed.

[A pause, and his brows raise a bit.]

And a police detective might not be the best option for someone to ask about buying you kush.

Oh, no way! You're a pig?! Mate, get into the force here, right, then you can give me a loada the confiscated shite. Y'know, mates rates and all that.

Edited 2019-02-19 10:39 (UTC)

[ This can't be real.

After living here for almost two years, Iris instinctively knows that time wobbles and the Earth spins in mysterious ways. The Porter cares not who it drags along for the ride, let alone who gets caught in its fray. Others have met their worst enemies, or opposite soldiers on a battlefield. Why shouldn't she be just as vulnerable to them? Iris swallows, fighting back tears and trying not to gawk at the screen.

Two whole years, three if she counts that year back home, and like that, all of her memories come rushing back, like a broken dam unleashing an entire ocean.

What does Eddie remember? What were his last moments?

A network doesn't deserve their reunion conversation, so when she's ready, she switches the video feed on, careful to keep it private per Cisco's old encryption tools - ]

Hey, stranger. [ Boy, that feels weird. Despite her smile, despite the struggle to keep her voice even, she almost cracks - ] It's good to see you again.

[It's the last thing he expected here, in this strange new universe. Seeing someone so familiar, someone so important, someone he'd die for, had died for, in a place so far removed from where he'd just been, it's startling. It shows on his face for just a second, how startled he is, before he brightens, joy radiating from him like an almost physical thing. Eddie's eyes are bright, his smile is wide, and everything about him goes weightless.

And then he remembers her face above him, twisted up with grief, tear tracks down her cheeks, while she told him he was her hero. It's a fresh wound, only a few days old, and it almost immediately dims the joy. But he's still smiling, he can still smile because there's still that bubble of love inside, buoying him up, warm in his chest.]

Hey, babe.

[The smile widens just slightly.]

You too.

[A pause, and the emotions he's having right now feel like they're too big, too complicated for words. He can't express them, he's never been all that great with words, not when he hasn't had time to think about them first. All of it feels like it's caught in his throat, and the smile fades a little while he swallows it.]

I'm sorry.

What?

[ The apology throws her off-guard. Every time she replays that memory, she's never found Eddie at fault for anything - not now, not then, not ever. She pauses, her brow furrowing as she tries to find something (anything) that he could be talking about.

She comes up blank. Nothing. A big, fat giant pile of nothing. ]

No, don't be. [ she rubs the tears away, still managing a smile - ] You've got nothing to apologize for, okay?

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