1st edition.

[ambastardly]

[wandering the streets, stumbles a bit]

Think it's 'bout time I ... woke up, I guess. Went home. Back to New York. Somethin' like that.

Dave? Ya here? Anyone?

Comments

[nolassiezfaire]

Shouldn't the city start regulating immigration?

[ambastardly]

[scratches the back of his head] Excuse me?

[nolassiezfaire]

[rolling his eyes] You're in the City of Template.

[ambastardly]

[shrugs] That's nice, and all, but how's about you tell me the way outta here?

[lucenombra]

What's up, kid?

[ambastardly]

Sorry, ma'am, but I couldn't tell ya.

[lucenombra]

That's not what I meant, honey. You lost?

[ambastardly]

[does want to admit it, but...] Yes, ma'am. But only a little, see, I knew where I was just a couple minutes ago, and now...

[abucketofangst]

You're from New York?

[ambastardly]

[nervously] Somethin' like that. Who're you?

[abucketofangst]

Finally! Sane fuckin' people! [winces a bit and puts a hand on his shoulder] Uh, it's... Sam Monroe.

[ambastardly]

[hesitates before answering, since he's got absolutely no idea what Sam means by "sane"] Name's Jack Kelly.