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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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[sightsset]

What kind of name do you think would be less boring?

[sightsset]

Sounds rough. You a part of any of that?

[sightsset]

That's fine, it's a welcome response.

So your friends, are they the first humans you know of to leave the solar system?

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[sightsset]

No need. Only talk about what you're comfortable talking about.

Are the other species you tend to see friendly?

[sightsset]

[Look, there wasn't a lot in the way of "nutritious meals" in his year on the run. He's stayed pretty fit all things considered.

[Here comes the hug, though, and as mildly surprised as he looks, it's only because he wasn't expecting it to be happening as his head managed to pop out of the collar of the shirt. He knew York wouldn't be able to hold out for long.

[Not to say that he doesn't want it, too; his arms go right around his friend and hold tight to him. He takes a deep breath and lets the calm sink in. It feels like they made it.]

[sightsset]

[She might escape the face cracking, but North doesn't.]

It was fine, y'know... for me, anyway. Couldn't imagine anybody else lasting that long.

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[inconsequence]

I wouldn't hold your breath. You'll find such prejudices do not easily fade here.

[beautifulspaceraptor]

They tend to give non-natives trouble, not humans specifically. There's been escalating tension between the people who've been pulled here and the locals.

Matters got more complicated recently when a non-native broke in and activated a portal to a slaver world.

I was was originally part of the starship Moira, a vessel carrying one of the Ingress portals onboard. All of the crew were extra-universe like you and I, asides from the Captains and several refugees. The Captains had been making their way to Savrou in hopes of getting answers for their Ingress' constant glitching and also to help crew members return to their home universe. Apparently, our arrival coincided with this Ingress' increased glitching, hence our unpopularity.

Anyways, asides from some slingshot cases, the issue of returning to our home universes hasn't really been resolved.

[ Not that Nihlus is particularly gunning to get back 'home' considering he kind of dies in every one of those timelines so far. ]

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[redshitlord]

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

literally

anything other than bisquik ????

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[shiro2hero]

you sound like angela


mm
most
ever hear about galra tho ? nah
not them
mostly

[It's really hard to explain this to a) a stranger and b) while you're half asleep.]

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[sightsset]

[i don't think sleep is ur problem shiro]

Haven't heard of galra, no. Were they the reason you're not on Earth anymore?

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[sightsset]

Oh, come on, now. If I gave up that easy, I'd be dead by now.

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[shiro2hero]

[Sleep is always the problem, or. The lack thereof.]

hah

haha

big BIG part of it

[sightsset]

I've heard a lot about the Moira already. Seems it was pretty important to some of you who were on it.

And not going home probably won't be too huge a problem for me.

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[sightsset]

Bismarck.

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[redshitlord]

potato tomato man

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[sightsset]

Man, I'm sorry to hear that. I hope you can go home to Earth soon.

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[sightsset]

Fair enough.
Pick a name, then.

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[shiro2hero]

i




hi
im shiro

["Hi, I'm avoiding this topic because Life is pretty Awful right now, even for me."]

[infailtration]

[ York hooks his chin over North's shoulder and leans a little, enjoying the solid warmth of his friend against him. His fingers curl into the borrowed shirt and he lets himself relax, indulge a little in contact. He's gotten more of it lately, but is still horribly touch-starved. And it's North. He can be a little vulnerable.

The beard kind of tickles his neck. ]

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[inconsequence]

You'll find that, too, has its own complications here. Regrettably.

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[redshitlord]

potato man it is

[beautifulspaceraptor]

I worked as an engineer onboard. Honestly, it was an unreliable piece of garbage with the Ingress crapping out every other month, but I'm still pissed that it crashed after all that hard work trying to keep it running.

[ Seriously. 8 months of work down the drain. ]

You have a bad home universe situation too?

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[sightsset]

... You can call me North.

[By this point he's been outed anyway, fuck iiiiit.]

[sightsset]

[North certainly won't be complaining; all he's had for a year now is South, he's absolutely dying for some kind of contact. If that's getting to be held for a minute by the person he trusts more than anybody, that's an outright blessing.]

Man, I... [He chokes on it, trying to get the words out. That's not something North gets happening to him often.]

... I missed you. [All of you, he means, but York a little differently. He wasn't closer to anybody.]