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[cache_of_spark]

From: cache_of_spark@nexus.org
Subject: Seeing if you're alive and letting you know I am.
To: quickest_wit@realityvanish.net

Yo, Eric.

It's been a while since we last talked. What have you been doing with yourself?

-Alec

Comments

[quickest_wit]

Hiding, mostly.

Guess I haven't been getting out enough, have I? What's up with you?

[cache_of_spark]

Froooom anyone in particular?

I haven't seen you, but that's not saying much since not everyone is a fan of the Nexus. I've been doing alright. Keeping the business going, watching various instances of crazy unfold, yadda yadda.

Oh, and I kind of got sucked into a video game this one time. >_> Your brother, the big one, is a bitch to fight, by the way.

[quickest_wit]

Just the usual.

I do live here now, I guess I stand to spend more time in the parts with other people.

Maybe.

Gus? He could be for most people, sure.

[cache_of_spark]

I can think of two demographics that could qualify as 'the usual'. Is it the silly one, the threat, or both.

Definitely. I can even come and drag you out in the open, if need be.

Yeah, that one.

[quickest_wit]

Directions are sent, and Eric meets Alec at the rendezvous point. "So... now what?"

[cache_of_spark]

"Now, we do what you mentioned... probably more than a year ago." Alec says with a mischievous grin. "We go drinking."

He looks around, seeing what Reality Vanish has to offer. "We could try some of the places I know in the Nexus or we could brave the options here. Your call."

[quickest_wit]

"This place doesn't appeal to me that much, but better to do that than risk ending up femmes by the end of the night, right?" He stretches casually as he can.

[cache_of_spark]

"I've been frequenting the places for a couple of months and that hasn't happened to me yet. But, if you feel more at ease here, that works too."

Alec starts walking down the street, craning his neck as he searches (and fully expecting Eric to follow, whether he does so or not). When he reaches the corner he spots a place to the left and across the street. Sort of a lounge with a blinky little LCD martini (neon is so a thing of the past in RV). He hikes his thumb towards it.

"Does that work for you?"