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don't forget about me when you've gotten rich and famous from layering different colored sand in bottles for tourists.
[ Oh.
Maybe think before you send incredibly specific messages to the unsuspecting, Stephen. ]
For now.
[ It hadn't been much more than a poorly shaped lament that in less than an hour he was going to have to go and start corresponding with the group lead for a corporate booking to match the last two corporate bookings he absolutely hated catering for, but now he thinks about it - ]
Would you be interested? If it didn't come paired with the threat of an immediate unpaid incline in responsibility.
Maybe think before you send incredibly specific messages to the unsuspecting, Stephen. ]
For now.
[ It hadn't been much more than a poorly shaped lament that in less than an hour he was going to have to go and start corresponding with the group lead for a corporate booking to match the last two corporate bookings he absolutely hated catering for, but now he thinks about it - ]
Would you be interested? If it didn't come paired with the threat of an immediate unpaid incline in responsibility.
it's not like i haven't managed things before, so if you need to lighten the load i actually don't mind.
[ It's still a little jarring to think about. Mundane to think about. Normal. But it gives him something to do that's more productive than pummeling people in the ring for credits. ]
relieved to hear your midlife crisis isn't going to be sand art though. you seem more like a sculpture kind of guy, anyway.
[ It's still a little jarring to think about. Mundane to think about. Normal. But it gives him something to do that's more productive than pummeling people in the ring for credits. ]
relieved to hear your midlife crisis isn't going to be sand art though. you seem more like a sculpture kind of guy, anyway.
[ They didn't know each other well. More in passing, spoken about through third parties, but he remembers. ]
holy crap
yeah
it's been a while
holy crap
yeah
it's been a while
[ Only two weeks. Jesus Christ, Drake is from the slow, dragging end of Hadriel, after they fought and opened the door. Finally broke themselves away.
It feels like a lifetime has passed since then. ]
i'm holding up, i guess
been here a few months now and still don't know what the hell my supposed power is
are you doing okay? when did you get here?
It feels like a lifetime has passed since then. ]
i'm holding up, i guess
been here a few months now and still don't know what the hell my supposed power is
are you doing okay? when did you get here?
I'm holding up, I always do. This isn't where I meant to go is all.
I came in with the last group, so it's only been a few days but they've been crazy. There are a couple people here I recognize but they don't know me so seeing you might was a big relief.
How you been?
I came in with the last group, so it's only been a few days but they've been crazy. There are a couple people here I recognize but they don't know me so seeing you might was a big relief.
How you been?
If I may, I would like to request your assistance in translating an old script. The language predates me by two hundred and some years, and I never thought to learn.
I am happy to offer monetary compensation for any efforts undertaken in my service.
I am happy to offer monetary compensation for any efforts undertaken in my service.
[ Chances are she'd have killed him if he wasn't so goddamn quick on his feet and accustomed to people actively trying to kill him, so Nate doesn't have particularly high hopes for any other potential victims she might try to divest of their blood. It seems as though Stephen is in agreement with Nate's wordless assessment, given his equivalent wordlessness and the lull that develops between them. ]
Wade Wilson. New hire for security and other odd-job stuff.
[ He takes a long sip of his orange juice. ]
Would've patched myself but he happened to be locking up.
Wade Wilson. New hire for security and other odd-job stuff.
[ He takes a long sip of his orange juice. ]
Would've patched myself but he happened to be locking up.
jk probably brass? something with lost-wax casting
that sounds a little more like something up my alley
[ Ha ha, death jokes. :') ]
can i offer you a drink in this trying time?
[ Ha ha, death jokes. :') ]
can i offer you a drink in this trying time?
will the elusive stephen strange be emerging from his burrow or should i pick a bottle and visit?
[ He doesn't see an immediate need to poke more fun at Stephen via text when he's sure he'll get to do so in person, so Nate selects a bottle of one of their smokier whiskies and ventures down, down into the bunker. ]
Special delivery.
[ He says at the halfway point, ducking his head under something structural and wandering into the muted glow of subdued, subterranean lighting. ]
Tell me you got fresh air today.
Special delivery.
[ He says at the halfway point, ducking his head under something structural and wandering into the muted glow of subdued, subterranean lighting. ]
Tell me you got fresh air today.
I got fresh air today.
[ Called from somewhere deeper in the safehouse, the deadpan of it a stone's throw from him switching the line to Sure, Mom.
His voice is all the clue Nate gets as to his location, but it's not a big place. Stephen's in the medical room, the one place in the less advanced cousin of their main Displaced hideaway to have a fixed neural interface screen. It fills the back wall of the room, and on it Stephen has pinned images of various neural imaging scans, charts and brain mapping.
He's finishing up the last few digits of an externally meaningless code pinned to the center of the screen when Nate makes it into the room, taking his attention away (though the characters continue to be added, if slightly slower, even as he turns to inspect Nate's offering.) ]
Oh, good choice.
[ Called from somewhere deeper in the safehouse, the deadpan of it a stone's throw from him switching the line to Sure, Mom.
His voice is all the clue Nate gets as to his location, but it's not a big place. Stephen's in the medical room, the one place in the less advanced cousin of their main Displaced hideaway to have a fixed neural interface screen. It fills the back wall of the room, and on it Stephen has pinned images of various neural imaging scans, charts and brain mapping.
He's finishing up the last few digits of an externally meaningless code pinned to the center of the screen when Nate makes it into the room, taking his attention away (though the characters continue to be added, if slightly slower, even as he turns to inspect Nate's offering.) ]
Oh, good choice.
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