and this is what happens

[lastsfiveminutes]

So, I find myself a bit on the homeless side, and the mun has no idea what to do with me. Let me just say this - there's always someone out there. Someone lookin' for a guy like me.

Seriously, what do you want me to do with this thing? I'm not pouring my heart out like this is a diary or something. It'd be all of five minutes before Bunny found this and started cracking lines at me. [sigh]

I guess the point is to get out and make new friends or something. Well, I've done weirder things. Wasn't I supposed to put my sign, or my hobbies, or a good picture or something for the ladies? ...Wait, this isn't a dating site? What the...!

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[fireinthehero]

Oh, honey, just relax! You'll be fine!

[lastsfiveminutes]

N-- you're here too? Least it's a familiar face. What's going on? I thought this was some sort of dating site...

[fireinthehero]

'Least it's a familiar face'? That could be taken as quite rude, you know.

Oh, it's a whole lot of whatever, darling. Don't overthink it!

[lastsfiveminutes]

[Eh heh.] Sorry, sorry. This isn't my normal cup of tea, you know. Bunny's the one who can't get away from his laptop.

Well what are you doing on here, anyway?

[fireinthehero]

Oh, keep trying to drag him out for adventures together?

Right now, I'm talking to you. Thought you could use one of those 'familiar faces'.

[lastsfiveminutes]

Actually I'm not really sure where he is right now. Figures.

I could, and man I'm glad to see one. Looks like a lot of crazy characters in this place.

[fireinthehero]

And any thought to where Antonio might be? You really don't spend enough time with him, you know... [all bein' the only person drinking with him in the finale]

Oh, we probably look just as crazy to them, sweetie.

[lastsfiveminutes]

[head scratch] I haven't seen him around lately, now that I think about it. [h-hey, things were complicated!]

[eyeofwildtiger]

[Speaking of weirder things... 'sup, other me?]

Y-yeah, nothin' like that. This is more just a place to hang out and stuff.

[lastsfiveminutes]

[jaw drop. whut?]

Um. Who? ...You... And.. WHAT?

[eyeofwildtiger]

...yeeeah, this is kind of a strange place. You get used to the doubles.

[lastsfiveminutes]

Doubles. Right. ...Right.

[will have to mentally process that slowly]

Least I've got a damn good lookin' double. [grin]

[eyeofwildtiger]

[Quickly adds...] Not evil ones! ...usually.

[Grins right back.] You got that right.

[lastsfiveminutes]

...The evil of an evil me is a scary thought. Real scary. [little internal shiver at the very thought]

Please tell me you haven't seen an evil m--- us?

[eyeofwildtiger]

Not since the fake-not-us.

...

Okay, I take that back. The satellite I'm stuck on? There was one running around for a little while. But it wasn't really a person, I don't think. It... kinda took care of itself.

[lastsfiveminutes]

[hand wave] The amount of wrong in that sentence is high. What satellite? Are you trapped somewhere?

[eyeofwildtiger]

Oh, right. You're not in a game or anything yet.

So... My mun put me in this place where everyone's stuck on a satellite in space. Well, except for the two mad scientists running everything. We all have to take turns reading really bad stories. But it's kinda fun, since we sit and make fun of 'em.

There's two really bad things: First, there's no way to escape, and, believe me, I've looked. Second... no powers at all.

[origami_cyclone]

Um, you know, this really isn't a dating site, Mr Tiger. Although sometimes you do find people, so I suppose you could say that it's like a friendship site?

My mun says that Mayfield might still have a space, but he hasn't been playing there for a while. Sorry I can't be more helpful.

[lastsfiveminutes]

A friendship site? ...Huh. I could handle that.

Mayfield? [head scratch]

[origami_cyclone]

Yeah! Everyone seems to be nice here too.

Um, it's set in 1950s America. I don't think we're the best people to advertise it, really, but when my mun played there before Mr High was there.

[lastsfiveminutes]

[...face palm. oh man, he's already there?! ...Heh, Mr. High]

1950s America? That's bizarre in of itself. No TV, right? What were you doing with your time? Always people to save, I guess.

[origami_cyclone]

Oh, um, I wasn't there. I've only been in Siren's Pull, and that was a long time ago now.

[lastsfiveminutes]

I'm finding myself kind of no where right now. Can't seem to find a place that's calling me. Somewhere that needs that special brand of Tiger coolness.

[origami_cyclone]

[Coolness. Yes. Ivan'll try not to wince.] I'm sure you'll find somewhere.

[lastsfiveminutes]

Course I will! There's always a place like that.