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If anyone else wishes to escape to civilization, speak now and we'll make acquaintances on the way.
I'm thinking we should do a "Welcome to Tumbleweed" sort of course. There's a few people from various time spans and worlds who could use a 101 type class.
Anyone up for taking this on?
Come on, babygirl. Let's do something just the two of us. They got a phaser firing range. We could try out all kinds of sci-fi tech.
So with James Rhodes gone, what status do we want this to leave our operations in?
Think we've lost Barnes to the trolls. I'm not even sure who else.
Check in here if you work for the Bureau at all.
Weird question but you wouldn't happen to have veritaserum lying around, would you? Or a method that you all use to reverse engineer a truth-spitting potion?
I picked up a set of lockpick tools and barring that a sledgehammer. In case you wanted to go back and check out that locked corridor in the hospital.
So, now that Crowley's back, if anyone wants a crash course on how to defend yourself against my world's variety of demons, let me know. Also will do a refresher course for anyone who already knew the drill but hasn't had to think about it in a while. I always have extra holy water, salt, and pictures of devil's traps that you can use as a stencil for putting them anywhere, for anyone who needs them, as well as anti-possession amulets and tattoo designs. I also have the words to an exorcism and a recording of it that you can play on your phone, it works just as well that way.
Most importantly: don't make any deals. Period, end of story. If you run into any kind of trouble with him, please let me know immediately and I'll handle it.
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Are you able to create portals for Dr. Chakrabarti to see patients?
Fuck fuck fuck. The hotel is here. FUCK.
So, hello. I've just spent the last two years in a semi-sentient, murderous hotel. How're things?
Jesus fuck, Q. Except not literally. Are you my Q? Were you at the hotel? Please tell me you made it out, too. I'm still in quarantine.
Bambi?
Doc's gone.
Hey, boss. You super busy? I mean, probably. I've seen your schedule and stuff.
Training starts Monday.
Location: Base
Schedule: Here.
Waves, you'll be happy to know I got a job finally. I won't be mooching off you anymore. You're looking at a cashier/stock/sales rep for Needful Things. Something fishy about the guy who runs it. People say he practically gives things away. Not sure if I hope they're cursed or not. Figured it'd be a good place to keep an eye on things, and hey get paid for it too.