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[mrngstr]

Who the hell are you?

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[wrenchinald]

You first.

[mrngstr]

Not someone who walks into places they don't belong.

[apperceptions]

[what timing. it's only now that the adrenaline of -- well, whatever all of THAT was -- has begun to ebb away, sending Maeve crashing right back into exhaustion. she just about crumples into the nearest cot as some fretting volunteer spots her and scurries away for bandages.]

Bloody and bloody tired. Yourself?

[mrngstr]

Stressed. I'm not good with surprise guests.

But I said who, not how.

[sumio]

It doesn't matter. I'm here all the same.

[mrngstr]

Here where you shouldn't be. Which means it matters.

[persists]

Unlucky.

[mrngstr]

That would be a great answer if I'd asked what.

[timemachine]

'U' is the 21st letter of the alphabet.

[mrngstr]

Really. A whole band of jokers just decide to walk into one of the most secure safehouses in the city and I have to be the one that answers the alert.

[strove]

Am I right to assume that your men could've gotten us killed?

[mrngstr]

What men?

[secondnature]

How are you even talking to me?

[mrngstr]

You're not serious.

[selfimage]

Please-
That depends on whose hell this is.

[mrngstr]

Right now I think it might be my own personal one.

[deicider]

I'm Ojiro. Is this Earth?

[mrngstr]

Yes. Are you from the colonies?

[frostedplum]

Mei.

[mrngstr]

Sorry, I think I'm so surprised to be getting a straight answer that I don't know what to do with it.

Hi Mei. How did you get here?

[retravel]

[ honestly, he just hopes this isn't an AI. ]

Fitz.
Were you expecting company?

[mrngstr]

No. How did you get here, Fitz?

[hyperverbose]

someone who's been having a bad enough day without getting mind hacked

[mrngstr]

Hacked? This is a standard connection. Your neural implants are unregistered, but they're still secure. I'm not that good.

[faenthras]

Someone to exhausted and annoyed to deal with this.

[mrngstr]

Then maybe you should have tried not tripping the security alerts on a secure safehouse.

[ofmyth]

Thor, son of Odin. God of Thunder and defender of Earth. Who is this who speaks with me?

[mrngstr]

El. God of this safehouse's security systems, defender of the sleep-deprived and increasingly impatient. What are you doing here, Thor?

[dirtdevil]

How are you in my head? Fuck off.

[ and we're off to a great start. ]

[mrngstr]

Neural implant. Standard short-range connection. But I can already tell you're another one who's going to say you don't know what those are.

[warfares]

How the hell are you?

[ His ears are still ringing - a ruptured eardrum, probably. Nothing that would slow him down, generally, but then it's been a long and trying day. His temper isn't so much frayed as it is threadbare. ]

And how are you managing this?

[mrngstr]

El. Answering a question with a question is rude, by the way, but if you clarify what you mean by 'this' I'll try to help you out anyway.

[possidetur]

You don't exist.

( it's a panicked thought, a rejection of the fact that something is in her head. it was text rather than a voice, which was strange, but it didn't matter. things that were in her head, that weren't her own thoughts, were not real. she'd hallucinated too many times to not know that-- )

[mrngstr]

Believe me, I'm sincerely wishing I didn't right now. But I do. Really.

[forcevisions]

[ Rey is more curious than panicked. Strangely calm. ]

I'm Rey.

Who are you?

[mrngstr]

You can call me El.

How did you get here, Rey?

[vns]

I can ask you the same thing.

Antagonizing them like this. Do you think that's helping? Do you think that makes my job easier?

Gaby, by the way. Before we play a game of back and forth and you don't give me answers. Who authorized this chat?

[mrngstr]

Seriously? Security system alerts get taken by whoever responds to them first. I wasn't thinking about your job, I was doing mine, and the fact I can even do any of this should answer your question about authorization.

El, by the way. Are you on your way or what? I think Casper needs the medi-unit and none of these people even know what a neural implant is, so like hell I'm pointing them to it.

[duskmeadow]

Who are you? What the hell is going on here?

[mrngstr]

Sorry, I've hit my limit on questions in response to questions. You want any answers, you give me some first.

[evenslimmer]

Scott.

[ Who doesn't need to stumble around bewildered about hearing voices that aren't there. ]

Didn't anybody teach you to knock before crashing someone else's head?

[mrngstr]

This is a knock. Standard connection, neural implant. What can you tell me about how you got here, Scott?

[rehandle]

Doctor Stephen Strange. M.D, Ph.D, neurosurgeon.

This technology shouldn't exist. Explain it to me.

[mrngstr]

It's a neural implant. A computer in your head. Someone surgically implanted it there. I can't explain more because I'm not a wetware surgeon. But if you can tell me as much as you know about how you got here, I might be able to get a better picture of who did it to you.

[dealign]

My name's James Holden. Captain of the Rocinante.

What sort of tech is this?

[mrngstr]

Neural implant. Standard connection. You've all had one implanted. They're normal. Probably the only normal thing about any of you.

What kind of vessel is the Rocinante?

[cyberlife]

Connor. I'm an android, or was. Now I'm a rogue experiment, I suppose.

Who are you? A native of this place?

[mrngstr]

You're a what?