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[dead_shot]

You think the eggheads in charge would have come up with a plan for some kind of mobile base by now. It'd be a lot easier to keep on the move that way, and hide.

[ He just misses the relative freedom offered by not being cooped up in one place for to long. Speaking of which: ]

Before I go making any snow angels, I could use some outdoor clothes. Just a good coat and pants, since I think I can make up for the rest.

I don't have anything to trade except for my services. I can handle hard labor, your basic mechanics — I'm talking turn-of-the-24th century civilian tech — and I'm a decent shot. If those won't work for you, shoot me an offer and we can talk it out. I'd appreciate it.

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[dead_shot]

Neil. [ Assuming that there's either a small chair, or just an empty bunk, he'll plop himself down there. ] What's yours? And... where should I start?

sorry, i need to be sarcastic to meet AC

[kyoumibukai]

[There's a chair, at least. Philip raises his eyebrow.]

As I said, it's Philip. Though it's not my birth name, I suspect it is good enough for the moment.

[He continues to knit as he purses his lips in consideration.]

I would like to hear about your childhood. That is often the best indicator of difference between cultures, the things that people consider normal as children. What was your daily life like when you were young? What did you consider normal?