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Matt Cavanaugh (palehorses) wrote in we_float,

Matt Cavanaugh
The letter had turned up in a bag of groceries that he'd bought. He assumed, at first, that it had nothing to do with him, once he finally saw it - chasing down the receipt stuck to the bottom of the sack, his hand had brushed an oddly soft paper - but it had his name on it.

He'd also thought about simply slamming the door open and shouting a greeting, but sanity intervened and pointed out that he didn't know what sort of robots they were, or if they even were robots.

It didn't win the battle about not going, though.

The door opened easily enough, though, and he stepped inside, looking around.

So far, it was all people. He wondered if one of them had sent the letter, and if it was possible to figure out who, but sanity again pointed out that it was just possible someone had lied, to lure him here. Slightly disappointed, he leaned on the wall with his coffee and looked at the others curiously.