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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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[manwhosoldtheworld]

...yes. Yes I suppose they are. [Remind him not to piss her off. He doesn't want to have to regrow an entire face. Again.]

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[araignee_du_soir]

[She is silent for a few moments, turning over different possible solutions to that problem, before she let out a small sigh. This would be something to tackle if such a thing came to pass. Instead:]

I am... Amélie.

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[manwhosoldtheworld]

[Peter smiles at her and ducks his head in a nod.]

Very please to meet you Amélie. I'm Peter, as you know having seen me babbling mindlessly about myself.

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[araignee_du_soir]

Not so mindlessly as you think. Viking zombie nonsense aside, your tales are entertaining.