text | ❝ i left my body lying somewhere in the sands of time ❞

[quickfingers]

So, space. The Final Frontier. Astonishing.

Also unexpected. I take it none of us signed up for this though so I won't bitch. Much.

Anyway, I have a series of questions not ranked by importance:

1. Where are the aliens? The gross tentacley ones from tv.
2. Are WE the aliens here? Gasp. The turn around.
3. Capri Sun? Tang? Tab? Any of these available?

This isn't a Soylent Green kinda place right? Lie to me if you have to. Thx.

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[beautifulspaceraptor]

Make sure your room has a spare air supply tin, stock up on emergency rations and medical supplies when you can. Make sure you have someone who will notice if you're gone for more than a day in case you get pulled into some bizarre spatial phenomena.

[ Is that everything? No, wait. ]

Don't pick fights with non-organics. It didn't end well the last time you were here.

[quickfingers]

[Solid advice, Peter's nodding along and taking mental notes before - you know, you go and slap him with an unexpected tidbit of information. One that other people have delightfully neglected to tell him (thanks Professor,) or just haven't gotten around to filling him in on. He's still trying to wrap his head around his not-quite-right sister so this throws him for a bigger loop.]

The uh, last time I was... here? [Elaborate? Please.]

[beautifulspaceraptor]

[ Oh, boy. He was hoping someone else had already covered this for Peter. ]

Sometimes... [ Nihlus stops, tapping his claws together, trying to find the right wording before starting again. ] Sometimes, different versions of the same people arrive here. Sometimes, the same version of the person arrives here, disappears and then returns again with no memory of being here.

You were here for about a year before disappearing a couple of months back. Or, well, a version of you.

[quickfingers]

[Timelines being switched up for people he can understand, but it's the concept of being present somewhere for a period of time and not remembering a thing that makes him feel... weird. No amount of thinking stirs any memories in him but other people? They remember. And it's weird having to live up to or change a reputation you yourself made in the past.]

Hope I didn't piss many people off. I kinda do that. [It's a talent.]

[beautifulspaceraptor]

An... okay amount of people.

[ Yeah, there's no beating around the bushes on this front. ]

It started with some... rather serious misunderstandings. And ended with poor timing, severe injuries and death.

[quickfingers]

As all good things do. [He says with raised brows, only able to guess at what went down. Whatever it was? Doesn't sound fun.]

Thanks for the heads up though. I'll know now why I'm getting the stink eye if I do.

[beautifulspaceraptor]

You should talk with Wanda. I believe she would be the most appropriate person to inform you of the details of that particular incident.