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[olbustedhotness]

[anyone checking through the feed today will find one (1) Kevin Brown, former mailman as of a few hours ago, sitting on a bench in what appears to be a vast, yet sparse locker room. there's no one else around, and he looks as though he still feels very out of place in the black suit he's just changed into.

he sighs, drums his fingers against his knees, and then looks down at the shoes beside him - the last thing he's got to put on before he goes back out to face ... whatever this is]

... Well, here goes nothin', I guess.

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[olbustedhotness]

Oh, hey, Doc. Not that I really applied so much as I ... well, I guess you could say I got drafted.

Sort of.

[onepointtwentyonewatts]

Hardly military uniform. What's the story?

[olbustedhotness]

Story is ... well. Basically I thought I was in a coma for a good chunk of my life, and that kid from the post office, well, he says it wasn't, and that he can gimme my memories back.

But I gotta help him out with something in order to get 'em.

I guess, way I figured it, I don't have much in the way of reasons to say "no".

[onepointtwentyonewatts]

Great scott. But that would explain some things in that transmission to the community awhile back.

Preciously! There are no reasons to say no.

This all sounds like serious destiny shit. Good luck to you.

[olbustedhotness]

Serious destiny, huh? .... Yeah, guess you gotta point, very may well be. Not sure if I believe in destiny, but this'd sure he the time to find out if it exists.

.....wait, you mean the one from my mail room? God, that wasn't more'n a few hours ago. How long's it been for you?

[onepointtwentyonewatts]

No time at all has passed. Not here at the very least.