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[major_west]

What a fine landing. I must commend the Admiral for my latest head injury and... wardrobe.

Out of curiosity, who haven't we lost?

[...I was too lazy to grab a picture of him in more appropriate clothing for this. So have some recycled icons. NEVERMIND. Made one. ALSO: lololl work's been kicking my ass, so I'm really behind on tags, but I'm

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[surething_boss]

I think I'm all right. I look like an extra at a Renn Faire, but I'm all right.

[major_west]

So there's at least a handful of normal people left.

SPAM'D!

[my_freeze_ray]

So many new faces nowadays...

[Will mutters under his breath as he struts through the village square. There's been a veritable outpouring of mysterious strangers in the last few days, and it's ignited in him the spark of longing for adventure.

He's on his way to the pub when he spots yet another mysterious stranger, holding a small journal. For some reason, this one makes him pause, and like a good supporting character in a fish out of water fantasy story, he decides to come and make contact.]

Hello there. You're a traveler I take it?

SPAMMMM

[major_west]

[West looks up and snaps the journal shut, sticking it into the pocket of his coat-- coat? Oh, right, the new outfit-- as he hears somebody greet him.]

Ah-- right, I am, yes.

[Then he glances up and sees--]

Billy? Come off it-- Are you...?

[After a brief, awkward cough, he glances away, then does a double take]

Er. Sorry. [He offers his hand] Henry West.

SPAMMMM

[my_freeze_ray]

[Will gives a warm smile and takes the other mans hand, giving it a firm shake]

William the Farm Hand

[Yep, that's his name.]

If you don't mind me asking sir, what brings you to our village? It seems like there are... many outsiders around today.

SPAMMMM

[major_west]

[Of course you are-- is what West wants to say, but that'd probably come off as rude to the Billy-he-doesn't-know.]

A pleasure to meet you, William.

[He's reverted to his detached, polite voice, typically reserved for strangers.]

Well-- [He doesn't have a reason lined up, so he tries to go with something that would fit in a fairy tale world.] --to be quite honest, I was... on my way to my...

[Uhh. Come on, Henry, think of something intelligent and believable]

Grandmother's house, to deliver a package, but I was waylaid by a... wolf.

[Yes. Intelligent and believable. Bravo. He rubs the back of his head, which is still throbbing from the crash landing]

I'm sorry, I-- er, am still a bit out of sorts.