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A young woman, who looks like she could use a few good meals in her, is sitting on a convient Nexus Couch. She's also dripping wet and smells of soap, lots of soap. In fact looking closely at her one might notice she looks like she may have scrub a few layers of skin off.
Of course that not what's important! Or maybe it is because once she talks, and her voice may sound a bit familar to anyone who has talked to a Videoman before, she sounds very put out.
"This place, and alternates and and... ARGH!" she punches the poor helpless couch, before calming a bit to ask a question. "Ever have a plan backfire horribly? And what was the backfiring-ness?"
She then mumbles something under her breath about alternates and disturbing dreams.
Of course that not what's important! Or maybe it is because once she talks, and her voice may sound a bit familar to anyone who has talked to a Videoman before, she sounds very put out.
"This place, and alternates and and... ARGH!" she punches the poor helpless couch, before calming a bit to ask a question. "Ever have a plan backfire horribly? And what was the backfiring-ness?"
She then mumbles something under her breath about alternates and disturbing dreams.