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[manwhosoldtheworld]

Well, isn't this nice?

[Peter has a mug of coffee clasped between his hands and is wearing an obnoxiously acid green t-shirt. You can take the man out of the gym, but you can't take the gym out of the man. His tastes haven't changed that much.]

Electricity. Hot running water. Coffee. As much alcohol as I can imbibe. It's delightful.

[Yes, he does intend to take advantage of the new-found luxury.]

I would love to say that I'm shocked to be here and all those platitudes about trying to adjust, but really, this makes about as much sense as anything else that's happened to me in the last few years.

Zombie apocalypse, insane hippies with mind-control rays, people growing lizard scales... superheroes and alternate realities seems like the next logical step, as far as logic has anything to do with it.

[He takes a long drink of his coffee.]

Oh yes. You can call me Peter. I'm... A Runner, entertainer, part-time spy and occasional meat shield. I'm sure we'll have a marvellous time together.

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[steelandtemper]

Wait. She got neurotoxins? I want neurotoxins. All they let me do is blow the airlocks.

[NOBODY LETS HER DO ANYTHING FUN.]

[manwhosoldtheworld]

And sprinklers of flesh dissolving acid from what I've heard. Amongst other things.

If I come across any neurotoxins I promise that you'll get first pick, how's that?

[steelandtemper]

That can't have been good for the fire control systems.

[She likes the new guy.]

Probably more trouble than it's worth, but I appreciate the thought.

[manwhosoldtheworld]

I'm fairly sure that health and safety wasn't a prime concern.

Well, the offer is there. Should I be worried about encountering neurotoxins here?

[steelandtemper]

Day to day? Not really a concern. On a mission? Keep your eyes open.

[manwhosoldtheworld]

Oh, it's starting to sound like home already.