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[walkingballpit]

[ Someone's going all selfie feed with his comm, and all that can be seen is Robbie's smiling face, the pole that he's leaning against, and the big, blue sky behind him. ]

Hang onto your garters, Heropa, because the Porter's taking another ride on the B-train. That's right, ladies, Robbie B is back on the Network for your viewing pleasure and continual amazement. You can try to mask your marvel, that's okay. I know you don't want to get flustered in public.

[ He gives the comm a wink, because it seems like the place for one. ]

I wish I could tell you that I missed you more than you missed me, but - look, if it wasn't for the fact that I wound up back at the completely not secret government HQ for the Porter, I wouldn't be sure that I hadn't hallucinated the whole "home" snippet. Then, I come to find out that I've been gone over a month?

[ Robbie blows an exasperated foo of air through barely open lips; the bonus is that it gets his hair out of his eyes.]

It is kind of lame. Next time, skip me like a hundred years in the future back home. I've been promised hydrogen cars for the common man and at least 15 different people have sworn to take over the world. What did I miss here? Don't tell me, there was a party for the new imPorts, and we were all invited and plied with food and promises for a better, brighter, bigger American tomorrow.

Was there a ticker tape explosion? I've always wanted a gen-u-ine ticker tape parade, and this atomic age retro glam - AARG is such a great acronym for this place - universe seems like the kind of place where I could get one. I need to work on that.

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[notyourfathersosborn]

Hey. Is "Welcome Back" really appropriate in this situation?

[Normie can't remember if he actually saw Robbie since the whole hornet incident, but as he doesn't hold him accountable for that in the slightest, he decides to pretend that never happened.]

Trust me, dude. You got lucky that you missed the last swearing in.

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[walkingballpit]

Is 'welcome back' ever 100% appropriate? I'll take it though.

[ Pretending that nothing ever happened is all well and good with him. An apology is needed, but Robbie won't be the one to bring that mess up. ]

I hear it was fangastic and that there may or may not have been dentists, but I'm just guessing on that last bit due to outdated laughing gas jokes.

[notyourfathersosborn]

Sorry, you have to be back at least a week before you can get all metaphysical over the network.

[Commence the pretending!]

Even though I know this will sound like a bad pun, it was no laughing matter.

[walkingballpit]

Oh, come on. That's barely metaphysical. That's like, Wikipedia having an entry about Wikipedia levels of meta, physical or not.

[ He'll get around to apologizing eventually. ]

Ain't that the tooth. What happened?

[notyourfathersosborn]

Still counts.

[Smiles. A real one, not an Osborn one.]

Some crazy guy who apparently calls himself the Scarecrow released some kind of gas that had pretty much everyone hallucinating their worst fear.

[walkingballpit]

[ Robbie doesn't manage a smile. He's too busy thinking about what his worst fear looks like. It's not pretty. ]

Yeah. I'm not sorry I missed it. I... I hope everyone was okay.

[ All those powers and people hallucinating their worst fear. It's a steep hope. ]

[notyourfathersosborn]

Me too.

I think everyone came out okay, but then again I can't imagine everyone posts their trauma on the network.

[walkingballpit]

I am 100% A-OK with leaving all traumas buried and off the Network.

[notyourfathersosborn]

Me too.

In more pleasant news, what are you planning on doing now that you're back?

[walkingballpit]

I've been giving it a lot of thought. I think I'm going to take up hot yoga and competitive sandwich making.

[ That's really a weird question, if you sit back and think about it. What are you going to do now that you've been ripped out of your home 'verse again? \

[notyourfathersosborn]

[Dude, he's running out of conversation starters here. He barely knows you, and what he does know are pretty much all the things not to talk about!]

I'm pretty sure neither of those are real things.

[walkingballpit]

Hot yoga is an actual thing, I swear. It's when they make you do yoga in like. 100 degree rooms.

You've got me on the sandwich thing, though.

[ Although there are competitions to make the prettiest sandwich, it seems. ]

I'm taking suggestions on what to do, if yoga doesn't turn out to be as chick-full of fun as I've been promised.

[notyourfathersosborn]

How exactly does that work? Is it yoga exclusively for hot people?

[Because this was totally not a thing where he's from, and he hasn't exactly kept up with yoga trends here.]

Hmmmm. [Tries to think of some random, but actually possible thing.] Official spokesman of some local brand might be fun.

[walkingballpit]

Uh, no. I wish.

[ Like they'd let him in. ]

Like I said, it's yoga in a room they keep physically hot. In temperature. No jokes or innuendo meant.

[ Robbie shakes his head at the offered idea. ]

No, I'm nobody's poster boy.