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[coppelganger]

Hey, it's Sarah. Leave a message.

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[cuff]

[ You'll have to try harder than that, he interrogates convicts for a living. Not that he's going to push it or anything; people's business is their business. ]

Hey- mine isnt aliens. It's a whole buncha other stuff.

[coppelganger]

Yeah? Like what.

[cuff]

I dunno. Pick anything, just not aliens.

[coppelganger]

Monsters?

[cuff]

Nah, not the real kind. Had a ghost ship once, but didn't have any real ghosts on it. Just pirates.

[coppelganger]

Pirates, no shit?

[ She's totally picturing the "shiver me timbers" kind with peg legs basically straight out of Pirates of the Caribbean, don't mind her. ]

[cuff]

[ If only his life were that exciting. But he totally does not get the message here, so he... fails to dissuade her from the stunning mental imagery. No Davy Jones here, but Ray would be so much more excited if that were the case.

Maybe not. ]

Yes, shit. Cranky old pirates, kidnapping boats, scaring the piss outta other sailors.

[coppelganger]

So what'd you do, then?

[cuff]

You want the whole story? All the bells and shit? Or just the ending part where we catch the bad guy and put a boot in their face.

[coppelganger]

Depends on how much you wanna tell me.

[ She's not going to push him to tell her the whole story if he doesn't want to, but she seems willing to listen to it if he feels like sharing. ]

[cuff]

Oh, I don't care about the storytelling bit. The whole thing was just, y'know- [ Excuse him while he waves his hands around a bit to represent CHAOS. ] -there was drowning and toxic spillage and the domain of Canada. Which I guess is just another day in the life and all.

[coppelganger]

Sounds like a pretty exciting life.

[cuff]

Dunno, still got boring ones. Beer, music, cheap ass takeout. Livin the life.

[coppelganger]

[ Trying to sound super casual about this, like it doesn't apply to her. Asking for a friend, honestly! Or something. ]

So would you say your life's gotten more or less exciting since you ended up here?

[cuff]

[ Oh, well huh. Now there's an interesting question, he needs a second to think that one over, squinting a bit. ]

Different exciting, maybe. We don't got alternate universes back home, or y'know superpowers. But same shitty government pulling shitty stunts. Same kinda people, same bullshit. Different names for the same things. Got a place to live, got a job.

So far it's not all that much more exciting. Its not Chicago- so what. Just another place.

[coppelganger]

I guess that's comforting in a weird way.

[cuff]

Why, you lookin for something less weird?

[coppelganger]

Yeah, I might be.

[cuff]

Lotta less weird, little less weird? [ He holds his index finger and thumb further or closer apart depending on the words. ] You got any vampires where you come from?

[coppelganger]

No vampires.

[ That she knows of. God, that would just be the cherry on top of the clone sundae. ]

[cuff]

Gonna go with that being a good thing. Prob'ly for anyone. Cause vampires suck, right?

[ .... why does he say stupid shit before he even thinks about not saying it. ] I, ah- didn't really mean that in the bad joke way.

[coppelganger]

Sure you didn't.

[ Smirking, but not pushing it. ]

But yeah, that wouldn't be good.

[ Especially for someone as squeamish as she is. She wouldn't be a great vampire slayer. ]

[cuff]

[ GDI HE SWEARS, he needs to look grouchy for a second before he clears his throat. ]

So no vampires. You aren't from space, right?

[ Because those are obviously the two most important questions to ask. ]

[coppelganger]

No. I told you, I'm from Canada.

[cuff]

You never know.