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[Meet Tony Chu.

Though he used to be Philly PD, his new gig was with the U.S. Food and Drug Administration-- which means he was an agent of the most powerful law enforcement agency in the world. And just like when he was a cop, he worked a lot of cases and stops a lot of crime.

Except he was just fired. Now he's a meter maid.

Today, he's stranded on the back of a giant turtle. He isn't happy about that, either.]

Officer Anthony Chu. I've... been in the hospital, and was brought here without my badge, but I promise you, I'm not lying about my position. [Tony's voice is measured and calm, but his face is set in his default scowl. The fact that he's in a pink bathrobe and a hospital gown doesn't really do him any favors. ~~Sue him, he hasn't gotten around to buying clothes yet.~~] I've been brought up to speed-- for the most part, anyway-- by the locals, but if I'm going to be able to do my job, I'll need more than that. If you can give me any deeper information about why we're here, what to expect in this city, what that thing was, or how I'm supposed to get in touch with the local government, step forward and tell me what you know. Kidnappings, particularly mass kidnappings, are very serious [dozens of people? really?] and I'd prefer to hit the ground running here.

Furthermore, if any other agents are here, contact me as soon as possible. Through the console will work.

[Tony hesitates: for the briefest of moments his agent facade falters as he realizes he really doesn't know how to end this spiel. He finally mutters a 'thank you' under his breath and promptly shuts off the feed.]

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Well, that's just fantastic.

Fighting WHAT, exactly?

No shit. If you check the network, we're all freaking out about some conceptual idea of evil come to life. So, my guess? It's probably that.

[Abstracted evil. Awesome.]

Hope the bastard takes a bullet between the eyes like everybody else does.

If it was in any way like everybody else, I don't think we'd be talking about this as a problem.

That's helpful. Listen, I don't have time for supernatural crap like this. How do we get home?

Better make time, officer. No one knows how. So there aren't a lot of options but sticking it out.

[Tony runs a hand through his hair and sighs heavily.] Shit. You've gotta be kidding me.

[But no. He has to be polite.]

Any suggestions on how to get by around here, then?

There's a monetary system in place, if you're familiar with that you're pretty much set. They pay you, but get a job. Never hurts to stock pile supplies. And I don't recommend eating the tribbles.

[He's got most of that, but. Er.]

...The what.

[Attached: picture of a fur ball he might or might not have kept]

They either get eaten or kept as pets. Kind of like a cat in Chinatown.

You know, that happens a lot less often than people think it does.

[Great. It's not just Colby now.]

Cat meal #2 or furry asexually reproducing food source?

You know, I'd say both, but I've seen so much weird crap in the last year that I can't exactly refute the second one.

Show me yours I'll show you mine.

Chicken-flavored fruit from space and a cult of homicidal egg-worshippers do anything for you?

Maybe a half chub. Died for six months, crawled out of the grave, dipped in hoy juice, slept with my foster's ex. What's the rating on that?

[ONE OF THESE THINGS IS NOT LIKE THE OTHERS.]

And that last one made it onto the list... why?

Judging from your reaction, it looks like it belongs.

[wow, Jason. w o w.]

Seven out of ten. Happy?

[don't be rude. he just spilled his guts!!]

I don't have chicken flavoured aliens eggs in my basket but I'll live.

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