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[sightsset]

[The username reads as 'Bismarck.' The picture is of a nondescript piece of purple-painted metal. Is there a pattern here with the previous post? Huh, he didn't notice.]

Tell me a little about your world?

[The request is simple, and harmless enough. No one is obligated to answer, no one is obligated to answer with details if they do.

[It's just a little bit of recon, that's all.]

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[culver]

Thank you.
No not really. But things are different here.

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[ventifact]

it took me weeks to get the powered amplifier intakes off an imperial gunship
and i spent months looking for an x-wing with afterburners that weren't totally destroyed
but sure let's go with hoverbike

[beautifulspaceraptor]

It was that or we got turned into glass again. Or some other form of random, bizarre and horrible crisis.

[ Because that happened. ]

Well, if nothing else, staying in this universe is currently the only option anyways.

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[tearmeanewone]

Daily? You want to go daily, you should find yourself a different place. People might start to think you're their friend if they see you there enough. [She hums in amusement.]

But yes, it does offer... familiarity. If that's something you need.

[infailtration]

[ There'll be more than just this hug, he's not going to mention that the couch pulls out in the hopes that North shares the bed and will cuddle. Wash's short tenure in his apartment was the best York's slept in over a year. And it's North.

He can feel himself unwinding a little, his shoulders loosening up at the reassurance that this is real, not some vivid dream. ]

Same here. [ And maybe the hug's getting a little long and a little weird but he doesn't give a shit. He pulls back just enough to run his fingers through overlong blond hair, getting a good look at his friend's now-bearded face.

This thing's scratchy as hell, you know.