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[ufo_fanboy]

[Mulder seldom drinks. Unless there's a weird cosmic alignment or the aftermath of a disaster of some kind. Right now... would be one of those rare exceptions, while he's hanging around his place sulking. He's got his vodka. He's got his frozen orange juice concentrate. He is all set[A lot has happened all in a row- the draft, the experiment, the

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[intangible_girl]

You seem to have started the game already.

[She's not in the stablest of places herself, so she thought she'd give your misery some company. Then it hits her:]

Wait- Jonathan Levinson?

[intangible_girl]

[There's an awkward silence as she tries to think of something to say. After a while she settles on:]

You aren't drinking alone, are you?

[ufo_fanboy]

[Here he takes a good look around the room.]

I have a goldfish.

[intangible_girl]

[Ingrid sniggers.]

He's keeping you in line, right?

[ufo_fanboy]

He's a very stern disciplinarian. I have a feeling he'll be telling me I've had enough in the extremely near future.

[intangible_girl]

Good to know you're in safe hands, then.

Er, fins?

[ufo_fanboy]

[Laughs.] I'm sure he'll keep me out of trouble, for now.

[intangible_girl]

What's his name?

[ufo_fanboy]

I've been calling him "Max", after an alien abductee I knew back home. I'm hoping I can find him some friends, eventually.

[intangible_girl]

[It's strange hearing someone mention alien abductions so casually, and then she remembers who she's talking to.]

Where did you find Max? The item shop, or...?

[ufo_fanboy]

Actually, I won him, back during that... festival that they held here. I think it was before your arrival.

[intangible_girl]

Who put on a festival?

[Seriously, what is there to celebrate here?]

[ufo_fanboy]

This was during that... really mind-screwing experiment. We all thought we were natives here and that the festival was an annual occasion.

[intangible_girl]

Oh.

Was it any fun?

[ufo_fanboy]

At the time, it was.