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[outshine]

I don't know about you guys, but I was done with this moon business about three weeks ago.

Now I know we have some intrepid young and not so young adventurers out there, who wants a chance to earn a little extra cash when we get back to Earth, eh? Or maybe I can hook you up with a nicer suite. Housing building penthouse. Sounds great, right? All you gotta do is take a spin in the time machine and get me a few things. I got a specific list, and I'll make sure you're getting to the right places to get 'em, but here's an idea of what I need:

onions
cactus
snake(s)
six pack of beer (anything but light)
some of those little package noodles

If you're interested, let me know.

[ NPC intro! Trish cannot ACTUALLY pay you more or get you better housing but she'll let you think she can. ]

Comments

[getoffmyearth]

Something wrong with your time-travel capabilities?

[outshine]

I'm not authorized to go on any of the fun rides. Not unless I'm needed for something.

[getoffmyearth]

I see. I'm gonna guess this is a ban under the heading of "can't be trusted because blah blah something", right?

[outshine]

Wrong. More like "we only let transports have all the fun".

[getoffmyearth]

That sounds like a euphemism for something.

[outshine]

Uh. Nope. No euphemism there.

[getoffmyearth]

Cover-up? Convenient excuse? I'll hit the term sooner or later.

[outshine]

Missions are for transports, not employees. That too hard to understand?

[getoffmyearth]

There's no need to get defensive. I'm just wondering where rules like that come from, is all.

[outshine]

They need us on base, that's why they drafted all of you. To do what there aren't enough of us to do.

[getoffmyearth]

Yeah, I heard that. And no offense, but that sounds like an incredibly inefficient set-up from start to finish. To say the least.

[outshine]

Don't shoot the messenger. I don't make those kinds of calls.