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[final_letter]

[After his conversation with Mulder, Matt's curiosity about the one other person he knows was born in Template has been renewed. It's a bonus, probably, maybe, that he's been told that same person is someone he's supposed to be friends with. He's sort of bopping in and out of second level, half-paying attention to finding creative ways to get his

Comments

[ambitions_are]

[Ping'd by the sound of his name, Mello pops up on the second level.]

So long as you're not gonna lecture me or make with grabby hands or anything, yeah, I'm here.

[ambitions_are]

It's fine. Probably just one of those wacky Template things that like to fuck around with us or something. It'll either stop on its own or it won't. Whatever.

[final_letter]

[It would drive Matt nuts, but okay.]

I might try to tinker with it anyway and see if I can find anything useful.

Have you tried to leave the city?

[ambitions_are]

[L-lol apathy :|]

No. Why would I leave?

[final_letter]

To see if you could?

[He shrugs.]

I just wondered if it was the same for everyone, and you came back on purpose and all.

[ambitions_are]

It's not like I have anywhere else to go.

[Shrugs also]

No idea, man.

[final_letter]

How'd you get back here, anyway?

[ambitions_are]

Hitchhiked a little. Took a bus.

[final_letter]

From...?

I'm not trying to be nosy, but you can't get a bus out.

[ambitions_are]

Clearwater. Little nowhere town 'bout three hours outside of Template. I hitchhiked to Valentine, which is about halfway between Clearwater and Template, and caught a bus there. [Shrugs] I dunno what else to tell you, man. It looked like there were buses going out at the station when I got there. But, y'know, I wasn't really paying attention - I was more concerned with getting to my new place.

[final_letter]

It's all a little sketchy. Like, the way it messed with my mind when I tried to walk out? Maybe it did a number like that on you on the way in.

[ambitions_are]

Messed with your mind? How?

[final_letter]

I was walking along fine, and then I started to feel all... weird and jittery. It just kept getting worse 'til I had to turn back. And the second I did, I was fine again.

[ambitions_are]

That's ... pretty weird, man.

[final_letter]

No shit. The g-man thinks the city has some kinda weird defense mechanism to keep people from thinking about it too hard.

[ambitions_are]

G-man?

[Shrugs]

Maybe you're better off not thinking about it, then.