First level--Backdated to before animal event

[freakinbrutal]

[There's a man in a space suit trudging around town. And he is far from happy.

Michael's already eaten the last of his emergency rations, though it hasn't sunk in yet that he can just waltz into different shops and take whatever he pleases. Once he does, he'll probably have a field day with it. Meridian might hold it in its best interest to keep

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[makaracles]

[catches the can on a particularly hard punt .... with his head. To be fair to Michael, the guy IS all grey and black, lying on the gray ground pretty still, but he sits up abruptly at the impact, blinking in confusion]

[freakinbrutal]

Oh, more of you hipsters.

[Then he realizes that the can hit the lanky troll in the head, and he can't hold back a laugh.]

[makaracles]

[looks at Michael, brow coming down in a befuddled expression] Woah, where'd you all come from, motherfucker?

[freakinbrutal]

[A long pause.]

What the hell kind of question is that?

[makaracles]

The one I be all up and asking. [frowning faintly]

[freakinbrutal]

I came from back there. [He points behind him, gesturing vaguely.]
Why're you not hanging out with the other roleplaying weirdo?

[makaracles]

Huh? [considers this question] Oh, man, I don't think she's even here, motherfucker. Anyway, I don't get all up in that business much, unless a bro really needs it.

[freakinbrutal]

[A pause as he thinks.] Are you high?

[makaracles]

[pauses, then a slow easy grin] Like the motherfuckin' sky and stars and moon and clouds, my brother!

[freakinbrutal]

Thought so.

[He glances over his shoulder, as if expecting someone--like a stern older brother--to be listening.]

You wanna hook me up with whatever you're on, sometime?

[makaracles]

[pulls what looks like a sports bottle out of his pocket, except it's filled with some toxic bright green looking stuff, and holds it out to Michael, despite the fact that he's some distance away]

[freakinbrutal]

The fuck is that supposed to be? [He makes a face when the bottle comes anywhere near him; its contents sure dont look appetizing at all.]

[makaracles]

Sopor, bro. You know, good for whatever shit all up in your pan what's ailing you.

[freakinbrutal]

[A long pause.]

Looks like toxic shit to me.

[makaracles]

You asked for it. [mildly]

[freakinbrutal]

Is that seriously what you're high off?

[Suspicious, he nabs the bottle.]