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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. ]

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Oh, without a doubt; all of those rich onion-less millionaires living their dreadfully boring lives back on Earth will be practically beating down our door for a taste of the product. Unfortunately my scruples won't allow me to further destroy the precarious economic state, even at my own gain.

Suit yourself. I'll just keep my onion fortune to myself.

What's with the pink?

Somehow I'll manage to overcome my immeasurable loss and continue onwards to a bright future. It's certain to be trying, but I have hereditary determination on my side.

Lavender, actually. Is there something so odd about colored text that you're forced to remark on it?

Oh well, pardon me. Lavender.

Don't see a lot of people here using it is all. Wondering if it has some sort of deeper significance. Gang colors, maybe. Are you in a gang?

Now that would be telling, wouldn't it? And it would cast such an ominous implication onto the dearth of people utilizing the more creative functions of a text-based communication network.

I wouldn't put it past any one of you.

Even prepubescent bookshrews? What a tragically dark outlook to hold.

Especially them. Don't trust anyone who spends 90% of their free time with their nose in a book.

[ Even though... that's what she does. ]

I believe that the usefulness of that statement depends on what exactly the other 10% is spent doing. There's quite a large number of bibliophiles who find themselves in the hospital more often than not thanks to their ability to maintain proper spatial awareness while simultaneously reading being rather lacking.

That's their excuse, anyway.I'm telling you, don't trust 'em.

Thankfully one of the few lessons instilled in me from childhood was a marked distrust of anything with a moderate pulse. I highly doubt that I'll ever find myself meeting an unfortunate end in the dark recesses of an archival library.

That's the spirit.

You got a name? A real name, not a nerd-gang name.

And here I was all ready to introduce myself as Psyche's Revenge. You really are determined to crush every dream a young girl could possibly possess.

But I suppose that if you leave me no choice my given name will have to make due - it's Rose.

I'll meet you halfway, how does just Revenge sound? Good enough?

I suppose that given the circumstances beggars can't be choosers.

Glad we could come to a mutually beneficial agreement.

I wouldn't go so far as that. We haven't exactly seen the results of this uneasy accord, after all.

You got some nefarious plans, then?

It's always a wise choice to have plans, but whether they're nefarious or not depends entirely on the perspective of the person reviewing them. It's hardly any concern of mine.

I prefer to play it by ear myself.

It's a wise choice, assuming you have the adaptability to enact it.

It's worked for me so far, I'm pretty sure it will keep on working.

Complacency? Tsk, tsk, that's quite a dangerous admission to make where the universe can hear you.

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