Video 001
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[LORLEA has joined the call]
[LORLEA IS UNMUTED]
LORLEA: Hi guys.
FYNN: (krrr) I think my mic’s broken. Can you hear me?
RANDIS: Loud and clear.
FYNN: Oh good. I didn’t have time to repair it this week.
LORLEA: Really? What were you doing?
RANDIS: I assumed this means you both were separated?
FYNN: Um…funny story, Dad.
LORLEA: Yup.
RANDIS: So…?
LORLEA: Well since Fynn was the only one out of the bunch who had completely decided on not being a Craft Pilot he got opted out by the IT Department with an offer for internship.
FYNN: …I’m pretty sure there’s going to be some other people?
LORLEA: Don’t be an idiot, the IT people saw your work – of course they wanted to make you an intern.
FYNN: Wait who sent them my work-
LORLEA: Not me. Who cares?
RANDIS: I did.
FYNN: DAD THAT IS AN INVASION OF PRIVACY. How do you even know my password?!
RANDIS: To answer your question, Fynn, I knew you never wanted to join the Craft Pilots, so shortly-
LORLEA: Told you. You’re not much of an actor.
FYNN: Was I that obvious?
RANDIS: As I was saying, shortly before you and Lorlea entered the ESA, I sent a message to one of my old co-workers detailing your work. He was impressed, and put in a good word for you. For how do I know your password, well, you left it on a slip of paper on the desk. Careless of you.
FYNN: CHANGING MY PASSWORD.
LORLEA: It’s Jeanelle, isn’t it?
FYNN: No way. After you found that out nothing was safe, so I changed everything.
RANDIS: It’s actually Interstellar-Snacks.
[LORLEA is muted]
FYNN: …it was the only thing I could think of, okay?
RANDIS: Anyways, Fynn, did you accept the intership?
FYNN: Actually I declined.
[LORLEA is unmuted]
LORLEA: WHAT WHY?!
RANDIS: I thought you wanted it…?
FYNN: Um, ack, I didn’t really wanted you to know, but since we just joined the ESA and all, I thought, maybe, I’d just, you know, explore my options a little before joining the department. The guy I talked to said it was okay, they’d always be happy to have me.
RANDIS: So what exactly have you been doing the past week?
FYNN: The usual. Like everyone else-
LORLEA: I. Did. Not. See. You. Anywhere.
FYNN: Be quiet. Like everyone else, but mostly touring the technical side of things. I’ll still be taking the Craft tests, just later than everyone else. Tomorrow I’m heading to the Craft Designers.
LORLEA: So I won’t be...seeing you at all?
FYNN: If you want to, then you can.
LORLEA: But I hardly see you at meals.
FYNN: It was good enough for me to see that you have new friends and is fitting in. I didn’t want to interrupt you and your chums. Besides, it would’ve been weird to be the only boy with three girls.
LORLEA: Why are boys always thinking this? Thousands of years and still the mindset is the same.
FYNN: I was simply sharing my honest opinion.
RANDIS: Lorlea, you have your own friends now, right? Of course Fynn would want to give you some space. He has his own friends too.
FYNN: …heh, about that…
LORLEA: Father, he doesn’t have any friends. I haven’t seen him socialize at all, much less talk to anyone.
RANDIS: Fynn…there’s three other boys, and you haven’t talked to any of them?
FYNN: Ryder sucks, all he does is be depressed and miserable all the time. What’s his deal? Codix is a show-off and Cyrix is way too much of a tattle-tale.
LORLEA: You didn’t even try!
FYNN: So what if I don’t have friends? Big deal, Dad, big deal, Lore.
RANDIS: I suppose I can take comfort in the fact you do make some friends, although not the ones I thought you would.
FYNN: What?
RANDIS: I know Wylo, you know, as well as Vyctor Kramer, Kyllan Estrada and Celethe Velez.
FYNN: Hooboy.
LORLEA: Who?
RANDIS: The lead of Technology and Information, IT Support Engineer, another Technology and Information staff member and a Flight Controller.
FYNN: Um, yeah. How’d you know?
RANDIS: They messaged me saying, and I quote, ‘your son is quite brilliant’.
LORLEA: That’s great, Fynn.
FYNN: I guess. Another thing is that I get to meet Leeroye Enderson.
LORLEA: Oooh, same!
FYNN: What now?
LORLEA: I got to meet my hero too, Rebexa.
FYNN: That lady plastered all over your bedroom?
RANDIS: The Senior Fighter Craft Pilot, Fynn.
FYNN: Same thing.
LORLEA: Yeah, she was soooo cool.
FYNN: I dunno. I met this Junior Crafter Pilot guy named Fynnegun, and he didn’t mention anything about her.
LORLEA: Haeleigh told me that Watcher, Fighter and Probe Pilots don’t really mix, so maybe your friend’s from a different group than Fighter.
RANDIS: What’s Fynnegun like?
FYNN: Why isn’t anyone asking about Lorlea’s friends?
RANDIS: Your sister sends me a very energetic message detailing everything every day, young man, unlike you. I barely received one.
FYNN: …I…got busy…?
LORLEA: Who’s too busy for family?
FYNN: You’re one to talk.
LORLEA: What-
RANDIS: Something wrong, Fynn?
FYNN: Why should it be? Egad, look at the time. Sorry, I’ve got some work to do and gotta sleep early tonight – tomorrow I gotta wake up pretty early. Bye Dad, bye Lorlea, love you guys. See you-
[FYNN has left the call]
RANDIS: Anything you’d like to share, Lorlea?
LORLEA: Er, well, maybe I just got really distracted this week. I kinda forgot to check in with Fynn…
RANDIS: And?
LORLEA: I’m sorry! I just got really caught up with things, he must be feeling so left out!
RANDIS: Try to check with him tomorrow, then, eh?
LORLEA: Of course.
RANDIS: Well, I won’t keep you waiting for bed. Goodnight.
LORLEA: You’re right, I’d better go sleep now. Lots of stuff going on tomorrow, from what I heard. Goodnight, love you.
[LORLEA has left the call]
[RANDIS has left the call]