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[Context is somewhere around here.]
dividedMalakh began trolling spatialMartyr
sM: as a friend of Mine soMeTiMes asks Me, "was There soMeThing?"
dM: (nods) I wanted to get your attention, and this seemed more discreet than sending up a signal flare.
sM: okay, shooT.
dM: I'm sitting with Gordon Freeman right now ( Read more... ) -
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...and tumble through a warbling synesthetic void. Michael hears blue and feels pungent. The entire universe is permeated with a strong odor of turpentine, fried onions and burning autumn leaves. Somewhere along the way, Kenobi loses his grip. A moment later, Michael sees the Convenient Nexus Couch™ again and sets a course for it. -
Just another day in Paragon...
As always, there's a moment of dizziness as the reclamator puts him back together in better condition. Dr. Primoris, a level 15 mutation blaster, takes a moment to get his thoughts in order.
( Tsoo many Tsorcerers. ) -
Arrival
[More or less finalized 9:51 AM the next morning.]
He steps through the door into the courtyard. One of the costumed figures turns at the sound of the door closing behind him. "How'd it go?" she asks ( Read more... ) -
Setting the scene
Michael had a long hard day at work yesterday; when he got home, he wasn't even in a mood to go to Milliways. He just wanted to collapse and not awaken until he'd recapitulated his phylogenic way up to at least the primate level.
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Happy birthday, max_a_mercer, whenever you are! -
[Private conversation, plot-locked to MDD and alec_troven.]
Michael follows Alec through the portal and waves it shut behind him, then takes a seat on the sofa. "So. What's the situation?"