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The Beach, Thursday Evening

"You know, maybe you should just think about moving your store to the beach," Irene muttered over the phone, "Considering how you seem to live there now."

"I don't like wet feet," Nate deadpanned, distractedly. He was certain he'd previously caught some kind of form on the horizon. He'd yet to pinpoint the island's exact location, but he was starting to come up with a few hunches.

"It beats you getting your hands dirty again," she snarked back. "Are you?"

And there it was again-- something bobbing along the surface. He squinted, his eye flaring up to generate some extra light. "What?"

"Getting your hands dirty."

For a moment, he could make out the shape of a name on the ship's side. Then another shadow fell across it, and no amount of concentration could bring back the particulars. "Hm," he said.

"I'll leave you to your brooding," Irene replied, and you could practically hear her eyes rolling. Nate didn't reply, but shut off his phone and resumed watching.

[ open if you want to have at Cable and/or the beach ]

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"For the love of...!" Murdock was not amused to find himself on the beach again. "Stupidstupidisland," he muttered.

Houston didn't seem to mind though, and went scampering towards the water, barking.

Stuffing his hands in his pocket, he watched the dog romp through the water. It seemed like a better alternative to throwing something. Still didn't make it any less tempting, however. He might even have growled a bit.

Frustrated and distracted like he was, he might not have noticed if there was anyone nearby.

The sudden noise caught his attention quickly, and Cable's head spun to face the source of the disturbance. He almost half-expected Ino or Wade to have dragged Tether out here-- but, luckily, it was neither.

He considered Murdock, weighing whether or not greeting him would be worth his time, saying nothing for the time being.

He just watched Houston for a few more minutes, staring out at the waves. Enough to at least get himself less on edge than he had been.

"C'mon," he called to the dog, "let's see if we can find home this time."

He turned and... blink. "Oh. Hey. Didn't see you there."

"Murdock," he greeted. That took care of that particular dilemma, for better or for worse. "I see you're dealing with the latest spate of island weird."

"Dealin'?" eyeroll, "I don't know if that's the word I use for it, but yah. Place is gonna drive me insane." He looked back out across the water. "Thought I saw an aircraft out there this mornin'." He turned back to Cable, "How 'bout you? How're you puttin' up with it?"

"Well enough," Cable replied, which was a not really in most people's books. He was good at selling it. "It's getting me some air," he added, dryly, "But the island's got a few more tricks up its sleeve." Which he felt absolutely no paranoia about at all.

Oh, that made him feel so much better. "I'm sure it does," he snorted. "Not that I want to be a part of whatever it's got planned next, ya know. Good exercise in the meantime though, right?" Not sarcastic at all, no.

"We'll handle it," he informed Murdock, which was pretty much code for I'll fix it (but then with Cable, most things were). "The dogs seem to enjoy it."

"Well, on that part, sure," he agreed. At this point, Murdock would almost welcome an invasion. That he could deal with. At least then he'd be able to do something about it, not like this... randomness.

He managed a dry chuckle, glancing over as Houston came running up, covered in water. "That they do." Houston, of course, shook himself spraying water everywhere, most of it on Murdock. "Gee, thanks a lot," he remarked dryly, brushing water off his face, "See if you get any treats." He was smirking, however.

Cable was a little more concerned with whether or not these occurances lately were part of a bigger pattern or not. He guessed Irene would call him paranoid (in fact, she had, and quite thoroughly so, only fifteen minutes previous) but considering the island's track record, you could never be certain.

"That's where training helps," he replied, watching the scene the man and his dog were making with some mild amusement. "Saves you some laundry."

Murdock wasn't making any guesses about the island. If it had any other plans for him, he really didn't want to know about it. He could only handle so much at a time and was about at his limit.

"I should probably look into that, yah," he chuckled a bit, glancing down at the dog. Houston decided to head toward Cable and see if he'd be up for a sniffing. "He's housbroken already and goes along without a leash just fine, but..." a small shrug, "not much more than that. Stay is probably about it. He might be good at a bit of defense." A smirk, "With training, of course."

Some people were born the worst kind of control freak. Some weren't. Cable had his category down pat-- he wasn't overly fond of the island moving randomly, either.

"That might be an idea," he told Murdock, crossing his arms. "And be careful he doesn't go out too far while the island's staying here."

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"Oh yah," he agreed, looking down at Houston, "I've been goin' with him everytime. 'Course that don' do anything to stop the gettin' lost part," he grumbled.

He looked back up at Cable, "I'll be real glad when that mess cuts out. Don' know if I'm comin' or goin' no more."

Cable was going to have to agree on that one. "Give it time," he said instead, "and some painkillers..." It really was a great deal of frustrating. "I have a hunch this isn't going to be the island's final mooring. Two weeks has been the deadline."

The idea of being lost for yet another whole week was not appealing in the slightest. He groaned a bit. "I'll be happy when we're out of this place. Some of the others haven't been too bad, but this one," he shook his head a bit, "the sooner we're outta here the better."

"Could be worse," he added dryly, "we could be turnin' into animals like a lot of the students seem to have done. That'd suck."

"I'm not sure it's strictly a place," he commented, his eyes settling back on the sea. "I've yet to find any mainland to speak of." His mouth quirked into a wry smirk. "I've only had to deal with that particular issue once," Cable noted, "So yes to small favors..."

"It does seem odd," he replied, glancing at the ocean, wondering if he was going to see another aircraft.

He chuckled a bit, "Thankfully, I haven't really. Just that pony thing. But at least I could talk." Then he grinned, "And the flyin' was a bonus."

There were only two things Cable remembered vividly about 'that pony thing'. One of them involved chasing a small foal across a store without the help of opposable thumbs, and the other one came down to an oddly gratifying fight afterwards.

These were amongst a myriad of things he tried not to remember too much. "You would think so," he said, vaguely, in response to Murdock's last sentence. 'Flying' had its own connotations. He fell silent for a few moments before continuing.

"I can understand you're concerned," he said, "I'm trying to make some sense of it myself." He glanced at Murdock. "Let me know if you run into anything stranger."

"I will," he nodded seriously. He might be rather unobservant (or seem that) most days, but he picked up on things when it really counted. "Some things you don't want sneakin' up on ya."

He glanced down at Houston and made a face. "You need a bath. Think we can make it home this time, dude?" He looked back up at Cable. "Nice runnin' into ya. I'll be swinging by the center sometime. That is," eyeroll, "if I can ever find it anytime soon."

"Try taking the stairs somewhere," Cable deadpanned, "That seems to work for my employees." He granted Murdock a nod for a goodbye. "Good luck getting home."

He hoped fervently that Tether would never meet Houston (and that if he did, it'd be under controlled circumstances). Somehow, it seemed like a dangerous combination.

"Stairs huh?" He considered that. "I might just do that. Thanks," he smirked. "Good luck to you," he said with a nod.

"C'mon boy, let's go." He headed off, Houston bounding through the sand and the water as they went.

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