*The comm springs to life, showing some sky, a few branches and part of a tree trunk. For a while it's eerily silent then there's a muffled curse and some rustling of leaves. A hand reaches out and grabs the communicator, stuffing it into a pocket. Enjoy the black screen as Tim shambles along through the forest, kicking up leaves and breathing
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*He's staring into the screen uncomprehendingly. He vaguely remembers this guy. The one he went and hid in the kitchen with. What was his name? Young? Yin? Ying? Something like that.*
I guess I'm back.
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Man it would suck if everyone here was new and didn't remember me.
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Good. I uh.. I don't know how to feel about being back here. It's sorta weird.
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I don't have many friends at home.
*Or you know.. any.*
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Not that...this place is ideal. But it's not so bad to be here.
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Guess I'll have the dining room make me some cake.
*Which is better than what he would have done at home, which is sit alone in his apartment and be depressed.*
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How old are you?
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*He grins slightly.*
Still, it's not bad. Beer and cake and all that.
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