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[A man is sitting in a regular wooden chair near the black hole. Remember the black hole? Yes indeed. Everything about him is casual. He's smoking a cigarette, arms folded loosely over his chest. His clothing is fairly 1990's, with jeans and boots and a long trench coat. Hair blond, eyes a gray-blue, fairly attractive but nothing to set him off as any different than anyone else on the Plane. When he taps out his ashes, he does so right into the black hole.
Finally, after a nice, long drag, he speaks. If you're good with accents, you'll note his is all over the place, something vaguely Scandinavian and Spanish at the same time.]
All right, so. Looks like you guys are pretty cozy, huh? You seem it. And hey, who am I to judge, right? [A pause to exhale some smoke.] But I figured if I was in the area, might as well drop by and tell you something important. Because you're gonna need to get out of here someday. I mean, really need to. [He shrugs.] Just saying.
((Note: what's this? why, it's a thing! This guy here is completely immortal and has the same signature as the Machine, if your character can notice that. Any other questions and ask away!))
Finally, after a nice, long drag, he speaks. If you're good with accents, you'll note his is all over the place, something vaguely Scandinavian and Spanish at the same time.]
All right, so. Looks like you guys are pretty cozy, huh? You seem it. And hey, who am I to judge, right? [A pause to exhale some smoke.] But I figured if I was in the area, might as well drop by and tell you something important. Because you're gonna need to get out of here someday. I mean, really need to. [He shrugs.] Just saying.
((Note: what's this? why, it's a thing! This guy here is completely immortal and has the same signature as the Machine, if your character can notice that. Any other questions and ask away!))