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First Breakfast (I.D. says Flynn Lambert)

[ Flynn is rubbing his eyes as he finishes centring the camera to face him. He smiles though when he's done. ] Uh. Hey. Um, I've never been in a club with a personal network before. I guess it's pretty cool, right?

Anyway, I guess I should... um actually introduce myself. My name is Flynn. I come from my world's Albuquerque, kinda my whole life, so Florida's kind of a move, even without the, uh... Porter?

I'm eighteen, and I got a job at uh Puppytown Petting Pound as an Assistant Manager. Zero experience, so that's kinda nuts. Mom taught me how to run a car wash, a little, so I guess I'll figure it out. [ He is... not in the least bit sure if he'll be able to figure it out. ] And you can't go wrong with puppies, I guess.

Also! Um, if anyone has tips on how to fly... well, I already got crutches, but I kinda don't wanna break my legs anyway. [ It's the principal of the thing? ]

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[Here's an inconvenient thing about being locked in a cage for six months: Not having a clue what went on outside that cage.

Jesse knows Walt, Jr. Not personally - because they've never met face-to-face - but thanks to Walt, Sr. He's seen this face in photographs around the White household. Hell, he even remembers all the way back to high school, when kids would joke about Walt's son being "retarded or something". He's known about Walt, Jr. what seems like forever.

But the reverse? Jesse assumes he's a mug shot in a news report. A name in a police file. A person of interest in the case of Junior's missing uncle, and maybe even a suspect in that murder. Jesse just doesn't know. He doesn't know what his face or his name will trigger in Junior's memory.

Or Flynn Lambert's, as he's calling himself now. Which is telling in itself.

But since Flynn dropped the magic "ABQ" word, Jesse can already picture the vultures circling. So here's a warning from Cain to Abel:]

Don't talk to Frederick Chilton.

[ Hey look, someone his age.

Someone his age who seems nice and friendly and who can fly, hello new friend. ]

That's your power?

I can't help you with that, but suffice it to say I'm impressed. That's one I'd like myself. I'm Gansey, by the way. It's good to meet you, Flynn.

[ The first thought in Flynn's mind is confusion about getting an instruction without much in the way of anything else. His teenage instinct is to go find 'Frederick Chilton' and interrogate the guy.

But then he looks at the name and Jesse sticks out at him. He's shocked, really. He's half convinced himself that Jesse was just a legend, something his father made up. It doesn't make sense when he examines it, so he errs on the side of Jesse being his dad's Jesse.

And he's not sure what to make of that.

So his voice is sort of shaky when he speaks. ]

Why?

[ He nods. ] Yeah, like Superman. Though I guess I have to watch for traffic? Flying cars being a thing.

[That's promising. A calmer response than anticipated, even if Junior does sound a bit scared.]

If he figures out who you really are, he's gonna try and take advantage of it.

He wrote a book. About your dad.

Jesus, I know. Interesting aesthetic, isn't it? I prefer the classics where cars are concerned, but real flying...

That's something else. A friend of mine can do it. I take it they have you staying in Heropa?

[ There's a silence from him, though Jesse might hear the scrape of fingernails against whatever the desk Flynn is leaning on is made of.

Flynn is quietly raging, but he's not his dad and isn't going to scream at Jesse about the actions of someone else. If nothing else, the trickery his father engaged in taught him that.

A sound of a deep breath. ]

Do... do you have it? I don't want.. to... buy... it.

They wrote them... at home. [ So he can be trusted? He doesn't even know. ]

I guess it's... a reminder. That you're not home. [ Which is a kind of sad way to look at it, but he'll miss his mother, aunt and sister, even if he doesn't miss being notorious over famous. ]

Yeah. [ He wants to say precisely where, but he's worried to find his past has followed him here. ] Where are you?

No, I - Sorry. I never got one. I didn't wanna read it. You shouldn't, either.

[But he's not surprised to learn they wrote books back home, too. Oh, what a legend Heisenberg must be. A modern Western outlaw. Walt would be so fucking proud of himself.]

[ He gave an annoyed sigh as Jesse poked at a sore spot. If it wasn't for the fact that Jesse was counting himself out, Flynn would have resented him. ]

...C...Can't do that. I'm... ahead right now. Thank you. But if I don't know what's being... remembered then I can't... def... defend myself.

Knowledge... I didn't have any of it before! I d...didn't know what D...dad was doing. I b...blamed Mom. She... and Uncle Hank. [ He'd worn himself out trying to talk. He didn't blame Hank, he just feels responsible for it. Somehow.

Eventually he gets his speech back. ]

What if Mom or Aunt Marie come? I mean, Holly's a baby, but I gotta look after them.

De Chima. Well, a bit outside of it. Up in Virginia.

[ Gansey's smile is whole and polite. It's friendly, though also quite practiced. He's trying to make a good impression. ]

That actually is home, for me, but there's no De Chima in my world. No Heropa either, for that matter. I'm well used to the reminders that it's not quite home.

You do eventually get used to the cars.

Hi, Flynn. I'm Laurie.

I don't know much about flying, but I've been in Florida for a little while. I'm happy to help with any Florida stuff you might need.

So you like it?

[ Flynn's is by necessity a little crooked, though it's a little bit because he's putting up his own front. ]

Yeah, but you won't find me going under them any time soon. [ He puts his hand down on the table in a motion that indicates squashing is his worry. ]

[ Pretty girl! ] Yeah? So where are the hang outs? [ Smooth, Flynn. ]

[Jesse goes quiet for a moment. He's not out to stress the kid or order him around. It's none of his business, really, if Junior wants to read that trash. But he wouldn't recommend it.]

Just... If you're looking for the truth, I don't think you're gonna find it reading that book.

I wouldn't go that far.

[ Something about his smile flickers, turning just a little darker. He doesn't think it's fair to pile everything that's happened onto people right at the start. This boy doesn't look any more ready for war than Gansey had been two months ago. ]

It's not a vacation. This world has plenty of problems, and they're keen for imports to solve them. You'll hear plenty about that. I'd be homesick even if it wasn't for all of that, though. You could say I was in the middle of something, and now it's all on hold.

[ Gansey points at him, though, smile brightening again. ]

It pays to be careful. Presumably you could go higher than them? How is it you actually fly - but will? Or are wings somehow involved?

[ She's got that going for her, at least. The best chill joints, however... ] Oh. Uh... I'm kind of a homebody, so I don't even know if there's any one, big thing, but yeah. Usually people just get together in groups and hit up diners or whatever. Or the skating rink, or bowling alley, or movies...

It's the same pretty much everywhere, right?

[ He sounds exhausted. ] It's not going to be in any book. Or lifetime special or true crime documentary. Paper. Website.

I'm used to it. Worse.

I'm sorry.

[Not just for the shit situation, but for being the catalyst.]

[ He makes a quick laugh. It's anyone's guess if he's up to war, but he's tough than he looks, for the most part. ]

I guess it is only the lucky ones who are free to be kidnapped across... uh... whatever. Realities.

No wings! I went over a skyscraper. I don't know how many stories it was but. I figure I might get some advice before I go crazy.

Yeah. Well, I'm not a nightclub kinda guy. [ He holds up his crutch with a shrug. ] Only so much jiving!

[ He literally hasn't the first clue how to respond to that. ]

Yeah. Ok. [ Wordsmith, diplomat, is Flynn. ]

[It's not like Jesse was expecting poetry.]

Listen... You need anything?

I mean, I know they got you set up with a house and everything, but you need anything else? I can hook you up.

[ A long nap? Well, no, Flynn can get that himself. There's another long pause before he can gather a response. ]

I don't know… I just arrived. [ Well, it's not exactly helpful, but it does have the virtue of being honest. ]

Oh. Right. I guess that might present an issue.

Good for my lack of knowledge, then!

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