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A dark green Minicon comes in through a portal and stops some way into the Nexus. He’s followed by a larger, orange one with black treads. The second stops just behind him, but is busy reading a note and doesn’t look up at first. “…definitely said it was this way.”
The green one looks about. “It was right.”
“I can see that,” says his partner, crumpling the note in his hand and looking around. “You want the first one?”
“No, you go ahead.”
“If you insist.” Iceberg, for it is he, takes a step forward and addresses the crowd. “You’ve been separated from someone you know for a few months. You finally get tired of their long-distance whining and decide to come join them. When you arrive, after days of arduous-”
“And fun,” says his partner, who is looking very amused behind his back.
“Arduous, dangerous, snack-less travel, at their hut… they’ve gone out and left nothing except a note to feed the lizard. And they haven’t left any energy in the place. What do you do?”