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[acclimatized]

It feels weird posting here after everything that has happened. The first day after I arrived, someone told me things weren't usually this hectic. And I doubt R.E.M envisioned zombies, grenades and mutinies when he wrote Man on the Moon.

But now I think I can suspend my disbelief and accept that I have been here before and can't remember a sodding thing about it. So, this is a re-introduction. My name is John Watson and I'm a doctor. I would like to help if I can and apologize to anyone I might have accidentally ignored.

Cheers.

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[hellosailor]

Oh, same boat as me then? I've gotten lucky, only run into a few people who have the upper hand.

[acclimatized]

Yeah, someone told me the day I arrived. I haven't met anyone since then, but better safe than sorry.

[hellosailor]

Probably a good move. I guess you can only hope you didn't piss anyone off, right?

[acclimatized]

That or break any hearts while I was here. Though I suppose that does count as pissing someone off.

[ because in the right circumstances, his break-ups can turn ugly. ]

[hellosailor]

Oh, a heart breaker, are we? You and me are going to have to hit the town sometime. Or you know, hit the moon.

[acclimatized]

I don't want to boast about it, but we were all young at one time. A night away from the north wing sounds like a good idea though.

[hellosailor]

I heart he south wing is positively wild.

I'll figure out something and send you a ring.

[acclimatized]

Are you willing to stake money on that? Someone did throw a grenade in our showers.

I'll think of something as well.

[hellosailor]

I was going to ask, but then I thought, no. This is a story that would be better in person.

[acclimatized]

It is a pretty hilarious story. I'll keep quiet until then. Who knows: the base might get overrun with werewolves this time next week.

[hellosailor]

Hey careful, that's probably racist.

[Speceist? Something. He had little doubt there were werewolves running around here.]

[acclimatized]

I would have said vampires... except I spoke to someone last week who was missing an arm. THAT would have been racist.

[ knowing his luck, a werewolf will see this and give him hell. ]

[hellosailor]

Yeah, I saw one on the network. This place, I swear.

[acclimatized]

Have you managed to avoid anyone from Mars yet?

[hellosailor]

No one from Mars. However I have met some from a long time ago, in a galaxy far far away.

[acclimatized]

Seriously?

[hellosailor]

I'm just saying, keep your eyes open.

[acclimatized]

Don't worry, I will. I don't know why I am surprised -- I am talking with an angel at the moment.

[hellosailor]

Stop, stop. I don't have enough hooch for this.

[acclimatized]

I can have a word with them if you like. This one can project good feelings.

[ trolololol. ]

[hellosailor]

I'm going to cancel our date if you keep talking like that fella.

[acclimatized]

It's not a date.

[ ... wow, he hasn't said that for a while. ]

I would say it's us going out on the lash but there isn't a bar here.

[hellosailor]

[Oh, that sort. All right.]

Where there's a will, there's a way.

[acclimatized]

[ he must always reaffirm his straightness! people will get ideas! ]

Saying that, I did speak to a bloke the other day who could get us a few beers.

[hellosailor]

It's a start! I'll see what I can't find.