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[private // unhackable]
Okay, so when a guy offers you a drink and you say yes, you tend to, I don't know -- expect a drink. In fact, I think I'm entitled to one. This guy or his cronies have just kidnapped me, I'm missing a biology final I busted my ass studying for, and to top of all that I've just been enlisted into some war I don't even know anything about. Stuff this -- if this is the real world, I'll pass. Back home, well, things might not be perfect but at least I can get a frapuccino 24/7.
... damnit. I -- how do I get myself into these things? The Warden shouldn't know. No one should know expect the team and ... they wouldn't, right? We're friends ...
God, Kon. Snap out of it. The Warden guy said 'some quality'. Maybe he doesn't know? Maybe this is all fluke. Like, maybe he was aiming for Luthor senior and whoops, fastened on the wrong genetic code -- yeah, that's got to be it. Otherwise the hair would be a complete giveaway.
Just as long as it's not the powers. I can handle anything so long as it's not the powers. Haven't even told my Dad yet. I -- this isn't fair.
[//private]
So hey. New here, and I got to say, I like what you've done with the place. The whole Cold-War look. It really helps the whole post-apocalyptic theme you've got going. But enough about that.
Can anyone tell me where a guy needs to go to get himself a frappucino round here? Hell, I'm not going to be fussy here. I'll settle for a moccha, hey even a cappucino. Who am I kidding? At this point, I'm willing to take a flat white. Anyone?
Oh, and the name's Kon. Looks like I'm going to be joining Nyi-Ennea. Hi.