IC Inbox - Entranceway

[directed]

Obviously I'm not here right now, but leave a message and I'll--listen to it. Eventually.

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[directed]

[No doubt Leonard would; Rip stands in a position to learn details of a future he'll live through, unable to change, while the other man hears tale of a life that he's no longer part of. Two opposite sides of a single coin, and in the end, Rip has to wonder which destiny might turn out to be worse.

Although in the end, there is one thing he cannot argue. Rip even manages a small little smirk at the thought.]

Oh, I imagine it rather would be. [Especially if it means the man loses.

Even if it means that Leonard, at some forgotten point of his life, has also lost.]

[catchacold]

So, there's no way for me to remember any of what whatever version of me may have done and you don't know the future yet either, but at least we can agree that Eobard being a sore loser is worth drinking to.

[He indicates the bottle he's given Rip before, still very much too cold for anything other than to cool a bruise.]

Want something you can actually drink?

[directed]

The simple things, as they say.

[Although Leonard might not be entirely correct about an inability to recover those lost memories. Yet it's not a topic Rip will broach in length. He knows very little about those future events, after all, and they are trapped in Wonderland besides, with its limits on decent technology--much less the barbarically invasive kind.

Best to leave certain things be.]

No harm in it, I suppose. [And to commiserate when he can with the members of his team. Strange how in this odd little world, Rip thinks they may have stumbled into something resembling a camaraderie with each other.

He sets down the bottle, his jaw rather chilled by now, expecting he'll be getting another one soon.]