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[albatrossomen]

With our situation here having grown more dire with Mindseye making itself known and our rather unwilling trip to the Infernal realm Xanadu I thought perhaps we could all use some recreational options. With that in mind I have procured a video game system from the space station with intent to set up a communal space for such things.

I have also taken the liberty of sifting through Mammon's hoard for similar items of entertainment. By the way if any newcomers have found their cabins lacking in soaps and towels, those items have been placed in the kitchen for easy retrieval.

Back to the topic at hand: I require assistance in setting up such a place. One of the many lounges would work for space, but I am wholly unfamiliar with the specifics of this kind of technology. For the benefit of all aboard I am asking for any willing to lend a hand, or other luxuries, to the cause.

These trips between worlds do get so long and boring.

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[albatrossomen]

While I expect you will find this unlikely: No catch. Beyond maintaining the courtesy expected of public spaces.

We are enduring enough trouble given our current situation without attaching strings, do you not agree?

[smokingguns]

Yeah I'll find it unlikely. I'll still help but I'll wait for the other shoe to drop when it drops.

No, not really. We seem to all have a way of having something to combat another something. Haven't died yet so it's all pretty good.

[albatrossomen]

As you will.

I imagine the tides are soon to shift, now that we have Mindseye's attention.

[smokingguns]

Thanks, Dad. I'll make sure to keep my light on and my ass out of my blankets for when the big bad guy comes. You realize if we're all going to die we're going to die right? There's no changing when we die, but go off I guess.

[albatrossomen]

[Ah, humans. Never change.]

Oh I am most certainly no Father. However, if you are disinterested in practicing any effort toward self preservation far be it for me to stop you.

I do find that mortal tendency highly amusing.

Regardless, that is not the purpose of this discussion. You will lend a hand?

[smokingguns]

[If he tried to change, it'd probably be his socks. Also nope. Dad now. Deal with it.]

Right...... That really makes the possibility of being alone in a room with you when you say it all creepy like that, Dad.

I'll help you but so help me God if you eat my entrails I'm going to be pissed.

[albatrossomen]

[Oh he's going to hate that so much. Just because he's more than old enough doesn't make him your dad, Matt!]

Your entrails? Goodness no. Everyone knows the best part is the heart.

[smokingguns]

[Too bad. It must suck to be responsible father, Father.]

It's cold as ice and broken twice, you might want to stick with the gooier parts. See I'm saying this but I know I should feel like deep down I shouldn't joke. One of these days it'll get my entrails eaten.

When do you want my magic hands?

[albatrossomen]

[You can't put this responsibility on him he's not ready to be a dad!]

What a delightful little poem, thank you for that. In return I shall allow you to keep your delicious innards for a time longer.

Whenever you are willing to lend them, I am in no particular hurry.

[smokingguns]

[That must truly suck. Sorry for the shit son, but this is the one he gets.]

It's a song lyric but you can compliment me more along with allowing me to live.

Sure, just contact me. You know how to get me but if I don't answer give me like an hour before you call the cops.

[albatrossomen]

[He's dealt with difficult humans before, this will hardly be different. It's just really weird this one wants to call him dad. You're strange. Humans are strange.]

Of course. I do favor a good bit of music.

[Angel etc.]

If I'm concerned that you've disappeared I'll ask Julia to find you. She's far more effective than police.

I'll be in contact.

[smokingguns]

[This one is just as weird as any else, for sure.]

You'll have to tell me what kind when we're setting that system up.

[But as for someone finding him.]

I dunno who that is. I know we're joking but don't send someone to find me, that'll activate my fight or fight. I do mean fight or fight. Just hit my DMs tell me where you want me and I'll be there as close to the time as I can.

[albatrossomen]

[Probably, this one might just be one of the weirdest Murmur has ever personally interacted with. Granted, he didn't often interact with mortals to begin with.]

I have no idea!

[It's a space game system, it'll be a surprise to everyone! Although, that does interest him.]

I would hardly do such a thing outside of an emergency situation. Beyond that, your privacy is your own. We have had some... incidents on past planets. Kidnappings and such.

[smokingguns]

[That's par the course for Matt. For successors.]

You don't... know what kind've music you like?

No, no. Not even in an emergency or something you think's an emergency. If I get kidnapped, I'll be fine and can find my own way home. Don't send anyone. Just send me a text when you want help with your system. I'll give that much.

[albatrossomen]

[Why must humans.]

I have yet to encounter music I could not find value in, and am ever eager to hear something new. Hu

People are astonishingly creative.

[Don't say humans.]

Noted.

[He's not agreeing to that. Granted Murmur doesn't get involved unless he absolutely has to so it's very unlikely Matt will find himself scruffed and dragged back to the ship for any reason beyond imminent death. Even if he doesn't want that.]

I'll let you know.