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[neganomics]

[ Negan's got a cigarette burning between his lips as he's staring at the screen, squinting at the screen -- trying to figure out how this whole network thing works. Don't mind him. It's been a while since he's had to technology. ]

Jeesus. It's been nothin' but back to back holidays since I got here. There's no easin' a guy into this shit, is there? And we got another one right around the corner. Don't suppose any ladies out there feel like gettin' wasted and pounding it out into the New Year, huh?

[ Negan flashes a smirk. ]

Kiddin', kiddin'. I mean, unless someone seriously wants to take me up on that offer. Then I ain't gonna decline.

[ He takes a moment to finish off his cigarette before stamping it out into the ashtray. ]

I apologize for not gettin' on with the whole introductions thing sooner. It's been a long ass time since I've used anything like a phone. And we never had the sort you can video chat with. Zombie apocalypse, and all. Look at that! I'm using your lingo and everything. No one can say I ain't adaptable.

[ With a lazy chuckle, he leans forward all friendly like. Conversational. ]

The name's Negan. And color me curious -- we got all of these imPorts here, people with goddamn superpowers...and no one's even bothered to elect a leader yet? Don't all these superhero teams have leaders? I mean, when things go to shit -- and they will go to shit -- who is there to rally the troops? Might be something to think about...especially if anymore jackasses try to take over the goddamn moon. I'm just sayin'.

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[bindsthedead]

We have ambassadors, and the commander of my team is Jacob Taylor. [Sabriel's tone is stiff and formal, but she's curious about one thing.]

But what are 'zombies'?

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[neganomics]

Yeah. We got ambassadors and a commander of a team, but no uniform leader. No one person to oversee it all. And if you ask me, we are sorely in need of one.

[ He shrugs innocently. ]

I don't know why the fuck they're called zombies here. But back home we call 'em biters, walkers, the dead. Pretty much they're what people become after they die. Mindless, rotting corpses who're still walking around in spite of it all.

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[bindsthedead]

They're mindless, where you come from? [Now Sabriel's interested.]

The ones that come back on their own retain some intelligence, even if they have little memory of their living identities. Most necromancers generally strip the spirits they bring back of both memory and intelligence, unless it's a powerful spirit.

[slightlyoffchilt]

You scampered off.

[neganomics]

Wasn't about to barge in on your Christmas, Doc. I got some manners.

[slightlyoffchilt]

You draw the line at Christmas, yet not Thanksgiving. Interesting nostalgia.

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[neganomics]

[ Negan's not ready for that texting stuff yet. So he keeps on with the video. ]

Fuck yeah we had zombies. Most of the goddamn world had turned into 'em these days. But you chain a few biters to the fence and they become a damn effective way to keep people outta your shit.

[killtime]

Funny. Don't think I have New Years plans yet.

[neganomics]

Well now, ain't that a surprise. Thought for sure people'd be booking up your time.

[ Maybe they don't like the abuse as much as Negan. ]

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[violetnce]

I'm certainly not getting wasted on bloody American-made alcohol.

[ Yep, that's where she draws the line. Priorities. Any other kind, and she'll talk.

She's lounging on her couch in a kimono-styled silk bathrobe, her naturally violet hair still damp and spilling over her shoulders, clinging to them somewhat. She's fresh out of the shower, and giving herself a meticulous pedicure. Which means her feet are propped up on her coffee table in front of her couch.

Her device is being levitated by her telekinesis, far enough away to not be a close up of every pore on her skin. Even though her skin is fucking flawless, ok. ]

[neganomics]

I mean, I enjoy a good beer as much as the next guy....but I ain't married to it. I'd drink just about anything, darling.

[ He looks her over, not bothering to hide that he's appreciating the view. Though belatedly, he seems to realize she's not holding the device since her hands are occupied. ]

Guessing that's either a power or these things are equipped with a flotation option no one told me about.

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[setmatch]

Are you suggesting we have a sort of leader of military forces?

I don't think the American Government will look too keenly on that.

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[neganomics]

The American Government is exactly what we need to be protecting ourselves against. I've seen exactly how they take care of their people when things happen they don't like.

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[crassidy]

[Cass has also got a cigarette on the go as he squints towards the camera.]

Nah, mate, we've already got more than enough "leaders" kickin' around the place. Need less of that, not more.

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[neganomics]

What you need is one leader to rule 'em all. Enough of these little pockets of leaders.

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[exceptionalthief]

Offering to assume the position, are you?

[The leadership one he means of course.]

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[neganomics]

Hey, if I'm the best man for the job...I'd take it. But I'm not about to be presumptuous and assume I am. Could be better here. So far no one's exactly nominating anyone, though.

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[choosetruth]

[Georgia hasn't been here long enough that she feels qualified to comment on the politics of the place, and she very much doesn't want to comment on pounding it out.

But there's one thing he's said that does catch her attention.]

Georgia Mason. How did a zombie apocalypse prevent the usage of phones?

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[neganomics]

Well met, Georgia. I mean, I think it'd be pretty obvious how it did. The world goes to shit. Cell towers fall. What ones remained in tact eventually don't even matter 'cause there's no real place to access electricity. Except the places that got generators going, like my compound. But by that point, no one else has a phone anyway....so they're pretty pointless to have around. Best we got are some long distance walkie talkies.

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[darkpants_warmfeeling]

[Oh hey here's a guy who looks like he's wearing some kind of armoured official uniform.]

Hey, Negan. I'm Jacob Taylor, Commander of Aegis Force- and nothing else. Getting someone in charge of all imPorts is a tall order. We don't agree on much, and we're always coming and going from this world. We make do with the Ambassadors, mostly.

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[neganomics]

Yeah, but there ain't too many of those active now, are there? If you're commander of this Aegis Force, which I've heard of by the way -- why not step it up? Take control even further? Might keep people from stealing moons or whatever nonsense imPorts get up to.

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[hellosirs]

Sir, I, uh... I'm not sure that's strictly necessary? There aren't any zombies here to worry about!

[ What's up, it's the tiny roommate! Ango's home, he's just chilling out in his room. ]

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[neganomics]

[ WELL don't you look familiar, Ango! ]

There weren't any zombies in my world, too, at one point. And look how quickly that went to shit! I'm in the business of preparing for the worst so the worst don't happen.