video;

[shifting]

[there's a frazzled shapeshifter on your screens today, imPorts. He rubs a hand against his mouth and the scruff of his chin awkwardly, like he's going to make an effort to collect his thoughts - then promptly throws that plan out the window.]

Hey, uh. Sorta a specific question, but has anyone ever... lost track of a day and shown up at the Porter? With somethin' changed? Is that just - somethin' that happens on top of all the other weird shit this place does to a person?

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[And now some of those things include Sam's nude self turning into a dog; that is a nice addition.]

No, no. Close but no cigar. Guy we were looking for...he turned himself in later on.

[If his voice sounds a little lower and More Personal, well. Sam ain't imagining it.]

[shifting]

[hard not to catch that. Sam frowns in sympathy, despite not understanding.]

I would've thought you'd sound happier about that.

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It came at a cost. He... [He almost rolls his eyes, sighs instead.] ...long story. Not a good one. [Which entices some people, so he adds:] Maybe later.

[It is indeed a super good thing this conversation is private. Not now, he has a headache.]

[shifting]

...Yeah, okay. 'Nother time.

[maybe over beers on a front porch.]

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[Everything is better over beers on a front porch. If only Hannibal had approached cannibalism with such Southern comfort, things would have been different. Way better lit, for one thing.]

Yeah. [What a somber sounding easy agreement that is, but...] Should probably talk about Doctor Chilton 'nother time, too, huh?

[Meaning a more in depth talk, obviously.]

[shifting]

If "talk about" can mean "bitch about", yeah.

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[He actually laughs; good job, Sam.]

If we're calling a spade a spade, exactly. Let's get drunk and bitch.

[shifting]

[he grins and nods.]

It's a date.

[infomodder]

Sure thing. Just let me know when's a good time and I'll be there.