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[380s]

[Social networking had never really been Frank's forte, even before he was declared dead to the public. When he found the communicator in his welcome package, and the explanation of the imPort network, he couldn't help but grimace. The greeter interpreted it a smile, and let him go on his way.

Now, he sits in a corner cafe, watching city life unfold around him, with the phone in his hand. A few of the posts he's found so far have actually caught his attention-- apparently some of these supervillain assholes really don't mind showing their faces. Not really a bad thing-- easier to find.

What would be harder to find, however, would be people he can trust. Especially if people here know who he is. May as well test the waters.]

So are there any good coffee shops around here? Because this Starbucks stand in tastes like shit

Comments

[380s]

One of my better known qualities

[hardedged]

Right up there with your sunny disposition.

[380s]

well, shit, we might have something in common

[hardedged]

Great. We can have a sleepover and braid each other's hair.

[380s]

[HA that's not a metaphor he likes to think about. Memories line it like stomach acid.]

I'll count on you for booze in the pillowcase

[hardedged]

As long as it's strong and cheap.

[ her favorite type. ]