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[admemoriam]

[The video comes on, just a bit crooked, to show a scrawny teenager sitting in tall grass. He gives the camera a business-like nod, and then holds up a piece of paper, covered in blocky, red writing, to the lens.]

This is my bucket list.

[Self-explanatory, from the title.]

Who can help me with any of it? [He tilts it back to scan the list again.] Like, I'm pretty sure fireworks will be pretty easy, but I don't really know where to find a red panda. [A little nose wrinkle.] ... Or a volcano.

[That's it. That's the broadcast. He gives the camera a boyish smile and a thumbs up.]

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[pyrogue]

If you need someone on scene, I have a pretty powerful fire extinguisher. [ This is his attempt at being said adult.

And he promptly fails the next test. ] Damn, that sounds worth a visit. I'd take a look'n see if any of the Porter cities offer 'em.

[admemoriam]

I plan to. And I'll totally video the whole thing.

[If he survives.]

[pyrogue]

Gotta record these things for posterity, right?

[ Mick needs to spend less time with the Trickster. ]

[admemoriam]

Hey man, I missed out on YouTube by, like, a few months. This is my shot.

[pyrogue]

You from the 90s or something? [ Like Mr. Mid-00s here can talk. ]

[admemoriam]

Not quite. I died in 2005.

[pyrogue]

Jeeze. That's rough. [ He pauses. Kid don't look dead, but then again Mick's known far too many people who just. Got better. Including himself. ]

So this bucket list, it a retroactive thing?

[admemoriam]

[Noah is pretty matter-of-fact about it, on his good days. It's a little disturbing.]

Yeah. All the stuff I need to do before they send me home from here.

[pyrogue]

That's sobering. Guess all you can do is hope the Porter takes its time.