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[youbastard]

Last month was a rough month for a lot of people, Really does look like the United States and Russia just can't get along no matter the universe. Still even with all this shit this place is like a vacation compared to what my world became. Seems like I'm not the only one that comes from that position. Sometimes I wonder just how many of us there are that ended up here and no matter what crap gets thrown at us we still think it's better than our worlds. How many people are there here that would stay if they had the choice?

Guess it doesn't really matter, we don't have a choice. For anyone who knew him or had business with him, Isaac Clarke went back to our shitty world. Whatever's left of it.

First Breakfast (I.D. says Flynn Lambert)

[flynnnotjunior]

[ Flynn is rubbing his eyes as he finishes centring the camera to face him. He smiles though when he's done. ] Uh. Hey. Um, I've never been in a club with a personal network before. I guess it's pretty cool, right? 

Anyway, I guess I should... um actually introduce myself. My name is Flynn. I come from my world's Albuquerque, kinda my whole life, so Florida's kind of a move, even without the, uh... Porter? 

I'm eighteen, and I got a job at uh Puppytown Petting Pound as an Assistant Manager. Zero experience, so that's kinda nuts. Mom taught me how to run a car wash, a little, so I guess I'll figure it out. [ He is... not in the least bit sure if he'll be able to figure it out. ] And you can't go wrong with puppies, I guess. 

Also! Um, if anyone has tips on how to fly... well, I already got crutches, but I kinda don't wanna break my legs anyway. [ It's the principal of the thing? ]

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[nyahilist]

[[a. TEXT]]

where is florida
nearest bar herpa
nearest bar heropa
cheapest bar heropa
are there cat cafes in america
cat cafe heropa
internet not working

[Ichimatsu will eventually figure out this whole smartphone thing, but "Google" was always straightforward enough at home so why is it being such a pain in the ass right now? He eventually tabs out of this app to look for something else, like a GPS app or something to get him wherever he could go. That's what these things are supposed to be good for, right? Well it would be just freaking peachy if they would ACTUALLY WORK FOR HIM. It's stressful enough that he's stuck in whatever the hell Florida is, alone, but they had to go and give him a defective phone too. Great. Awesome. Fantastic. This is it. This is the way it ends. He is going to die in this pla-- oh wait nevermind, there's Google.]


[[b. RELATED ACTION]]

[Despite his irritation, he appears to the average bystander like he's any other millennial engulfed in their phone, oblivious to their surroundings. It of course has nothing to do with the fact that he can't actually deal with his surroundings right now, not at all. And who knows maybe this phone can answer the rest of his questions. ...Once he figures out how to use it.

The guy is just kinda draped lazily over a bench on the sidewalk, only occasionally glancing up from his phone to take note of whatever strange character is walking by, but not at all interested in interacting with them. Socializing is pretty much the lowest thing on his list of priorities right now, tbh.

Anyone that stops to look at him for too long will get a steady and decidedly unsettling staring contest.]

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...What?



((ooc: First things first, I am so sorry about him. Secondly, feel free to tag text or action, but know that in person he probably isn't going to be a great conversationalist... This is my vague warning...))

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[deadkord]

For sale: an entire bathroom full of fancy hair products, skin products, bath products, and some stuff I genuinely can't identify.

De Chima government apartments. Best offer takes whatever they want.

Also if anyone wants a box of signed Booster Gold headshots and mancalendars, I would consider paying someone to take them.