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[shooting_gstar]

Using the provided PIN coordinates will bring Allistar outside a nice little cabin in the woods somewhere. Hopefully he heads straight for the door instead of exploring the grounds, or else he might come across an odd little griffin-like creature messily devouring a squirrel

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[memorysurvives]

As always, Allistar is awkward. One hand's jammed into a pocket of impossibly skinny pants and the other's got the promised beer, a receipt stuck to the moist side of one can. "Uh." He's terribly articulate. "Hey," he tries. "Brought beer." He lifts the six pack with a weak smile.

"How're ...things? Or uh. Did you want me to come clean about the home 'verse doing the time warp without me?" He laughs but it's not really a sound of amusement. "Because that's at least a one beer conversation and I'd rather be all concerned about you because you're perfectly capable of caring for yourself."