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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.

Comments

[daretotry]

Free stuff? That's awesome! Maybe they already had your measurements or something.

[olbustedhotness]

Considerin' they tell me I used to work here? It's perfectly possible. Just wish I remembered it...

[daretotry]

Maybe being back there will help. You know, jog your memory and stuff.

[olbustedhotness]

Nothin' yet, but it sure as hell seems like everyone and their uncle knows me. .... One guy even got me a coffee. And there were these little things, looked like walking nightcrawlers with arms. And.... cigarettes.

[daretotry]

[ one of those things was not like the others ]

Guess you must have been pretty popular! Is it bad that there were cigarettes?

[olbustedhotness]

Not bad, just ... I didn't really think aliens smoked.

[daretotry]

I guess they're not so different to us. ...Which is kinda creepy, when you think about it.