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[ Bruce drags a hand over his face before eying the feed carefully. Usually he wouldn't even touch a computer, because there's the problems with being traced and found and then there's the whole slew of problems that come out of that, but. He just got dragged out of an ocean by some entirely new and fascinating lifeforms after dying or he's just hallucinating something spectacular while the other guy goes and deals with whatever he's dealing with. He's not sure which is actually happening, but.

Either way. Can't hurt, right? ]

So... Uh. [ A deep breath as he tries to blink himself into more alertness but. There is a reason he's looking as raggedy as he does, and that was without an entre vous to turtletopia. ] L-look, I'm not trying to go and be, you know, rude or ungrateful or a-anything like that, but. This place is j- It's way, way too much for me, and. I mean, there's a swimming pool. Right in the next room over. And th- I'm not that guy.

[ He's rambling and he's tired, and. Shaking his head, he rubs at the back of his neck. ]

Anyway, er. If I could maybe downgrade, or... Point is, this is all a little more-- More than I'm used to. Thanks.

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I-- I'm not asking for slummy, just. You know. ...Average. Not so much with the. Everything.

[ And his face just goes kind of flat in a "did you really just say that" kind of way. ]

Yeah, th- Closer to what happened, yeah. Thanks for the consideration, though. [ Slight deadpan, what. ] B- Never mind, how is that a year in the f- It isn-

[ He just wants a whiteboard and a ball of yarn. Preferably more than one, in different colors. What is going on. ]

Your dig's? Average around here. You want class, come to the Fire Sector. [A brief grin as he gestures behind him to the relative opulence of his suite. Uh, ignore the fact that he's taken out walls and there's equipment building up everywhere.

Meanwhile, he's going to kick back, put his feet up on the desk, and fold his hands behind his head.] Enough of that.

The timing thing's the real conundrum here and boy am I glad to finally see someone on the right level to talk about it. [A slight roll of his eyes. He has been dealing with subpar scientific minds, Bruce, you have no idea how hard it's been.] See, I'm from everyone's past and everyone's from my future, so that bit they said about being dead? Obviously a lie. But why tell us that? Why not just say something less easily disproved? Not to mention how they made it happen. That's the nifty one.

Then maybe I can ask for something slightly less than average. Or muchly.]

[ Yeah, he sees that suite behind Tony. And is so glad he's not there. It's way, way, way too much.

But then he goes and switches topics and Bruce is blinking because. Oh. Back to validation, and he barely has any idea how to handle it. ]

W- They said dead was an option, which may not be probable for some but others... [ Others fighting aliens??? With giant honking sentient worm ships??? More than possible. But he shakes his head. ] And you're assuming that they're the ones responsible. Excluding options this early into th- [ Beat. ] Wait, how long have you been here?

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