11969/Unplugged Correspondence

Unplugged Correspondence
Date of Scene:	10 July 2022
Location:	Montauk Lighthouse
Synopsis:	Cinque demonstrates his perfect memory on Lara's new mysterious task.
Cast of Characters:	Cinque Evers, Lara Croft

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Cinque Evers has posed:
Eventhough its' summer, Cinque is still sporting one of his ebony hoodies albeit a light weight one. Cinque make sure he arrives when most of the crowd is thinning out, but there are still people that are going on tours. When offered to be a part of the next tour, Cinque shakes his head and tells the tour guide that he rather explore the site himself. He jokes about being a slow reader, and he doesn't want to slow up the rest of the tour.

After the tour departs, Cinque walks over to one of the ivory benches that overs looks the water and takes a seat. Cinque peers around to see if anyone else is outside before picking up his bookbag, and setting it on the bench next to him. Cinque furrows his brow a bit as he is not sure how he feels about all of this cloak and dagger stuff without wearing his mask.

Lara Croft has posed:
    Lara doesn't announce herself. She just sits. "Nice weather, today," she says. When they'd texted, she had hinted it would be a good day to completely unplug and leave all electronic devices at home. That was all clandestine and coded in her writing pattern, but basically, she needed him to not have anything electronic on him before she discussed some of this.

Cinque Evers has posed:
Cinque Evers moves his hands in his laps as cast his gaze over the sea, "Yes, it is nice weather. There is not going to be any clouds this evening, so you should be able to see Mars tonight right after sunset." Cinque motions with his head towards the left section of the sky, "Right over there." Cinque takes a deep brief and says, "I have seen a few times from this spot. Each time I have witnessed it, the moment has rarely changed." Cinque raises his arms in a deep shrug and bites his lips, "But, I digress... Yes, the weather is great."

Lara Croft has posed:
    "I'd set myself a reminder," Lara says, "but I left my phone on my desk." A slight exaggeration. It was actually in her motorcycle saddlebags. "Text me a reminder?" she asks. She's clearly probing him before they get to the actual reason for their encounter.

Cinque Evers has posed:
"Oh, I am temporarily without a phone." Cinque shifts his glance to the ground as lets out an overly exaggerated sigh before stating, "It is really embarassing story. If anyone ever tells you that you are more likely to win the Powerball than you are to have the toliet seat hit your Iphone that is your backpocket just as you are pulling on your pants, you need to punch them in the face for me." Cinque folds his arms across his chests as he feigns frustration about the whole situation.

Lara Croft has posed:
    Lara lets herself smile at the fabricated story. "Good," she says. She looks around. "I don't think there's any listening devices around," she concludes. She holds out her hand. "But it might rain," she suggests. She pulls an umbrella from her hip and extends it, opening the flower before putting it behind herself, enclosing them in a bit of a privacy bubble. "Tell me what you've found." She seems eager to get to business, and while a spy cam might zoom in and see them together, hopefully, there would be no evidence of what they pass back and forth.

Cinque Evers has posed:
"Well, I made two copies of the book for you." Cinque opens his bookback and pulls out a binder. "I had to recreate a program to draw the pictures that were in the book. I had to verify it didn't have security issues, and still ran it on my secure network. In any case, you have a complete copy of the book. Of course it is not exact replica. I couldn't reproduce the paper or the ink. I don't have those type of resources, but everything that was in the book is now in that binder. I made sure I used the same dimensions of the pages that were in the book. Cinque raises his right hand to rub the back of his neck as he scans around to make sure that no one is watching too. "I wasn't sure if that was important or not."

" Once he satisified that no one is watching, Cinque reaches into his backpack, and hands her another smaller binder, "I noticed some of the symbols in various pages seem to have a pattern that doesn't seem to do with just with simple linguistics, but I could be mistaken. Again, I am not sure if is anything. I could have just assemble you a bunch of pages that just repeat, "Leave your shoes outside the temple over and over again.

Lara Croft has posed:
    Lara looks incredibly impressed. "Are you a mutant?" she asks idly as she takes the smaller binder and flips through, looking through what he's found. "Because this is incredible!" she admits as she looks over the patterns.

Cinque Evers has posed:
"There is a poem called, "Home" by Eliza Wolcott. Cinque glances away from Lara, "One of the lines is, "Home is a safe, calm retreat, to rest the weary soul; home makes one's happiness complete, where love commands the whole." Cinque turns his glance back to Lara and smiles wearily, "I am just a person who lost his home a long time ago, and sometimes I just like to do favors to people who might maybe be able to help me down the road, or the very least help someone else down the road.

Cinque nods his head slowly in agreement with himself. "I think a person can find a home that way, but what do I know." Cinque pauses for a moment, "Sorry, I told you before I ramble at times. A soft laugh escape his lips as his mood quickly changes, "No, I am not mutant. Their lives are way more complex than mine."

Lara Croft has posed:
    Lara furrows her brow as she looks at the man, suddenly intrigued by a more in-her-face mystery. "No?" she asks, trying to find clues in his eyes. "You're not a normal human," she attempts. "You memorized every piece of a very complex book, and you have perfect recreations of at least two languages you've given me no indications that you speak, even noticing paterns that you say are beyond normal linguistics."

Cinque Evers has posed:
"And you are involved into something very secretive that you do not want people to know about. Someone might say old books and clandestine meetings are not something "normal" humans are normally involved in". Cinque offers up a polite smile, "Everyone has some sort of gift or talent that makes them not normal." Cinque points to the folder, "I mean I am truly impress that you could actually read those languages in that book, but I digress.

Cinque shifts his position on the bench, so he is facing her a bit more, "I did everything you said." Cinque begins to tell her exactly what she was wearing the day they met, but also a detail description of some of the people that were at tables close to them. Cinque raises his arms in a deep shrug, "I can actually recall everyone who was in the entire building throughout the day. I found it helpful when you want to make sure you are not being followed in a subsequent meeting." Cinque furrows his brow and says, "I hope the "how" I did it is not that really important to you."

Lara Croft has posed:
    Lara hesitates for a moment, drinking all that in. She finally shakes her head. "No," she realizes aloud. "I've heard of people with eidetic memories before. I'll just assume it's that and let you keep your secret, if you wish to do so." She goes back to looking over the stuff in the folder. "I don't think I'm going to be able to solve this in the span of a bathroom break," she admits. She stacks the folders and shoves them under her shirt. She tucks her shirt in and zips up her jacket. Lifting the umbrella overhead, she collapses it. She leans over and kisses Cinque's cheek. "As thank you and to give prying eyes the wrong idea," she says before standing.

Cinque Evers has posed:
Eyes widen slightly at the kiss because no kiss is just a simple kiss for Cinque. Cinque bites the corner of his lip, "It is not eideitc memory. It is a lot more." Cinque turns his gaze back to the shore. "Some people might say that they will remember your face, the beauty of your hair in the setting sun, the softness of your lips against their cheek forever. They will say these things as a line. I say these things as the truth. As long as I breathe, I cannot forget these things." Cinque bites his lips, "It is my gift and my curse. A slight laugh escapes his lips again an act that doesn't really match the previous statement's tone, "I am really smart too, so if you need more help, let me know." Cinque adds, "I don't normally get to work with people like this, and no extra kiss on the cheek is necessary. Cinque looks over at the sky as Marrs begins to apper, "As I said before one memory is normally enough, because most moments never really change that much."