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[tolduimapsycho]

[Another new face - but this one seems well-acquainted with cameras and how they work, from the way he's mugging for it. His grin is wide enough to be almost unsettling, hair greased back, the room around him dim.]

Helloooooo out there!

New in town. Name's Alan. All this is...fucked up, huh? Still getting a read on it all, but...WOW.

[He leans back in his chair, and into a beam of light escaping through curtains. He scowls for a moment, leaning forward again and back out of it. The scowl turns into what COULD be an apologetic smile, but something is definitely not right about its sincerity.]

Anyone know where I can pick up some sunglasses? I'm from New York, all this desert shit is giving me a migraine.

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video. un: Πυθία

[pythianwoman]

[oh HELL NO. Zoey is NOT having this AT ALL. Sure, Alan's not here and not going to be (because she never has the luck where people she's met in different corners of the multiverse show up in OTHER corners, let alone know her) but it doesn't matter.

So she flicks on the feed to respond, ice blue eyes sharp and a smirk on her lips.]


Oh, you are a fucking LIAR, Sunshine.

[Sorry not sorry about the nickname, there, Scratch.]

[tolduimapsycho]

[Ugh. Great. this upstart again. And now she comes with a cute nickname.

His cheesy grin turns into a hollow worry, a hand moving to his chest in a would-be "oh my goodness" motion.]

I'm sorry, what? Lying about what? I'm definitely getting the migraine.

Is this how people greet people here? Should I be meaner or something?

[pythianwoman]

[Your FAVOURITE upstart, Scratch. And she's not going anywhere.]

I'm talking about the NAME. That's not yours.

[Not that he HAS one so far as she can tell. One that's pronounceable, anyway.]

[tolduimapsycho]

[Oh, you're not about to break him, kid. Not by a long shot.]

Well, whose would it be then? My name is Alan Wake, and I'm a crime thriller writer from New York. That a problem? Is there another Alan Wake I don't know about?

[pythianwoman]

[She's not in the business of breaking people. Needling and mouthing off at them is more her style.]

No it's not. You're not a jacket with elbow patches kind of fellow.

[And then she decides to take a chance; it means revealing that she knows things about him and that might be risky. But it's worth it, maybe. And if it's not, well, that's never stopped her before, has it.]

Your name is something unpronounceable. With a human tongue, anyway. I'm sure I could try, and make a mess of it, but I think Sunshine will do just fine, for now.

[tolduimapsycho]

[And boy she is good at that. God, she's so fucking annoying.]

Well of course I'm not. What, were you expecting a professor waiting for tenure? My picture is on the book jackets, lady. That's me.

[Then she tips her hand. There is a split second, just the shortest, of frustration. His lips tighten a fraction, his eyebrows starting to knit...and then he lets them, and lets his whole expression shift into that of disbelief.]

You're fucking crazy, lady. I write crime fiction, not sci-fi.

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[havenomercy]

I'd suggest Marisa's Greenway Grocer. They sell more than just food.

[The redhead doesn't quite give him a smile.]

Welcome to the madness, Alan.

[tolduimapsycho]

Aw, thanks! I'll definitely have to check 'em out. How late are they open? Kind of a night-owl, y'know.

[His own sleazy grin doesn't budge, dark eyes boring hard straight into the camera.]

Thanks. I look forward to trying to make the best of it and connecting with some people. Been writing in an office for waaaay too long.

[havenomercy]

That I'll have to look into.

[She's seen stares like that before. It's not comforting.]

What have you been writing?

[tolduimapsycho]

'Preciate it.

[Good instincts, Tess.]

Oh, well, before I was here I was a household name in crime fiction. I don't suppose you've heard of the Alex Casey series? I mean, probably not, it's a different world and shit.

[havenomercy]

I'll get back to you.

I can't say that I have. Are you any good?

[tolduimapsycho]

Awesome. Something to look forward to.

[Well, he didn't mean to flirt, but. Oops. Ah, well, if it works it works.]

Well, I don't mean to toot my own horn, but...yeah, toot toot. My books were all best sellers.

[havenomercy]

[She raises an eyebrow slightly.]

Just because you sell doesn't mean you're good.

[tolduimapsycho]

[A hand to the heart in mock offense.]

Oof, cutting me to the quick! Well, you won't take my word for it anyway, I'm sure. And none of my books were in that friendly little trunk in the cabin I got assigned.

But I've been told I'm very good.

At writing, too.

[A wink. Sleazy.]

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[babyavenger]

hey! im from Queens!

and uh, i think a few places sell shades.

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[tolduimapsycho]

oh, are you? Well small world, huh?

I'm glad to hear that. I can jump a mile in the air, wasn't sure what other normal human rules apply to this bs

[babyavenger]

um... pretty sure thats not

i dont think most people can jump a mile in the air. usually.

[tolduimapsycho]

I mean I can't normally do that either, that's what I meant. Gravity is all fucked here.

A mile is hyperbole but its definitely not the normal height I can jump back home.

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[menarebrave]

[ Someone is a camera hog. Oh, great. Well, at least Bruce Wayne still resorts to just texts. ]

I'm sure one of the merchants have something that could work. If you have something of value they'd want is another thing.

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[tolduimapsycho]

So I've been told!

Oh, I bet I could come up with SOMETHING =)

[menarebrave]

You didn't strike me as the kind of person to use smile faces.

[ Ah, god, more emojis and emotes. He's too old for this. ]

[tolduimapsycho]

If I'm writing, it's one thing. If I'm being social, I try to have a sense of humor.

If we can't laugh at ourselves a little bit, we'd all go crazy, right?

=)

[menarebrave]

[ ... Why did he even say anything? Now, it's going to be endless smiles and emojis. Damn it all. ]

You're assuming we're not all a little crazy to begin with.

What kind of writing do you do? We have a few journalists lurking around still, I think.

[tolduimapsycho]

Good point.

>=D

Thrillers, mostly. Crime novels. Got some other stuff in the mill, but you know how it goes with ideas. Sometimes they get lost in the dark for a while.

[Heh.]

[menarebrave]

Cute.

Those ideas tend to come back in unexpected ways from what I gather. I've met a few writers in my time socializing.

Crime novels. How much research have you managed to do for those?