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[charming_jerk]

[Looks like you're back to having young Mr. D'Amico back amongst your ranks. Aren't you glad? he looks very distraught, and it's clear when he's talking that he's having trouble forming his thoughts.]

What the fuck even happened? I-- How was it that I was here from the future but... I remember it! I fucking remember everything, I remember the things I said! How does that even work? How is that possible? I-- [He quickly rubs face with a hand, trying to regain composure.] I didn't wanna know how fucked I was gonna be ahead of time. Goddamn you Initiative fuckheads.

[The video snaps off quickly after this. Housemates will find him storming out of the house quickly. Guess where he's heading! Yep, to a bar. But he won't be having a good time or stirring up trouble like usual. He'll be sitting alone on a stool, several empty glasses on the bar in front of him, looking unusually gloomy. Care to approach?]

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[charming_jerk]

[He peeks one of those large, pupil-less eyes up at him from under his arms.]

Johnny. 'N I'm really fucking drunk.

[robomurphy]

Nice to meet ya, Johnny, and, yeah, I noticed that.

[Murphy raises an eyebrow at Johnny's eye.]

I'm gonna go with you not being entirely human.

[Considering what he has seen and done both in his world and in this one, the observation shouldn't come as a surprise. Also, he a little drunk himself and more prone to saying whatever he thinks.]

[charming_jerk]

What was your first clue. [He props his elbow on the bar now, resting his head in his hand, still looking morose.] I'm half-demon. Incubus. 'N cuz 'a that, I've taken a lifetime of shit from everyone and everything.

[robomurphy]

'Incubus'?

[It takes a moment for Murphy to realize what that means and when he does the thing with bartender suddenly makes sense.]

And, suddenly, Catholic schooling comes in handy. [beat] Don't try to sleep with me and we'll be good.

[Dry sense of humor, Johnny. Don't get too annoyed.]

If it makes you feel any better, I end up being slaughtered by a gang only to resurrected as a machine with parts of a human brain. Part machine - part human - and sold as a product.

[charming_jerk]

You're safe, I only use my weird voodoo shit to get free drinks. [Seems like he can pull a joke out too, despite his mood.]

Christ. What kinda shitty place are you from?

[robomurphy]

Detroit, Michigan - as run by a corporation called Omni Consumer Products. I got to be a lab rat.

[He takes a moment to scowl into his glass before continuing.]

Lucky me. I get to be immortal.

[charming_jerk]

So both our choices are get screwed over by the Initiative while here, or screwed over by life back home.

... At least here, no one's actively tryin' to kill me.