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[md_donighal]

[OOM: At the Culinary Institute of America, Flynn Carsen and Divis Mal demonstrate what every Delta Green agent knows: stomping Nazi butt is always a worthwhile endeavor. Now completed.]

Gray suit comin'. Nova inna bar, with tea. Minimalist, but botherable withal.

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[shadowsfound]

Former X-Men trainee, also inna bar.
Nursing a cup of juice and a hangover, alternatively.

[md_donighal]

Something about this hung-over kid* makes Michael's node itch. He looks at the kid, trying to figure out his deal.

* Michael's 225 years old, even though he only looks about 37. To him, practically everyone bar the non-ethereals is arguably a "kid".

[shadowsfound]

Kevin looks back, and puts his cup down. "Yeah." It's both greeting, and
question, by the tone. He's not really awake yet, and the headache he's got
would be big enough to put on a sweater, should it be embodied.

*when you're 17-almost-18, you hear 'kid' addressed to you a lot. 'Specially when your former professors know where you are*g*

[md_donighal]

"There's something about you... have we met?"

[shadowsfound]

Kevin blinks. "I don't think so. If we have, sorry, but I honestly don't recall. My name's Kevin Ford."

[md_donighal]

"Michael Donighal." He holds out a hand for shaking. "Currently based out of Paragon City, Rhode Island, circa 2007."

[shadowsfound]

"I'm from 2006, New York. Before that, the Xavier Institute." He shakes Donighal's hand. "Good to meet you."

[md_donighal]

"Likewise. Xavier Institute? That explains what drew my attention to you; I myself am of a posthuman subspecies similar to mutantkind, and Homo superior occasionally pings on my ability to detect my own."

[shadowsfound]

Kevin laughs softly. "Damn, and here I thought it was my rugged good looks." Teasing, and plainly not serious. "But yeah; there seem to be a lot of us
who've found the place. Either the Landlord likes collecting nonhumans, or
is trying to give us a break, not sure."

[md_donighal]

"It may be both. I sometimes think there are at least two Landlords. One wants to continue Milliways' status as a place where one mayan meetan con-with dinan on-when a fascinating cross-section of the entire population of the space-time-probability continuum; the other is a vastly hyperintelligent, vastly bored pan-dimensional biology student who regards the place as a terrarium in need of shaking."

[shadowsfound]

"Could very well be," Kevin allowed. "Post-human, you said, and similar?
Did your Earth's history parallel ours?"

[md_donighal]

"The Earth I'm currently living on, fairly close apart from having Paragon City fill the role that New York plays on Earth-616. The one I was born on, not so much."