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[sticksaround]

[ Casey opens with about five seconds of space to start with, since he's rechecking his console operational stats as a precaution. His voice is stiff and a little muffled, but easy enough to understand. ]

Alright. Definitely got this working! [ Moderately loud enthusiasm abounds for a brief moment there, and it is promptly tamped down. ] Sorry. I asked about how these worked just to be safe, but I also hear I got a pretty thick skull, y'know? [ And here there are two quiet thumps followed by a light hiss, because he sure did knock on the side of his head for emphasis. ] Wanted to make sure I got it.

So, uh. Hey. Name's Casey. I'm from New York, and if you don't know what that means, I feel sorry for ya. I guess I'm here to wake up half-drowned and defeat evil like everyone else? The half-drowned thing is pretty new, but I actually have some experience with evil, so here's hopin' I can put myself to good use. I mean, between giant turtles and fightin' bad guys and studying for English Lit., I'll take the bad guys.

If there's anything bigger than the welcome wagon that a guy should be let in on or a familiar face or somethin', though, I'd really appreciate gettin' that outta the way now. Maybe directions to a good sports equipment store? [ Pauuuuse. ] Thanks. Really.

[ That equipment store is really important though. ]

Comments

[michaeljangelo]

Only the Shadow knows, my friend. Only the Shadow.
But, while you're waiting for him, why not come by WA-3b, and I'll see about patching you up. Might even have some frozen meat for that eye of yours.

[sticksaround]

Michelangelo, patron saint of the frozen meat hocks. I'll swing by once I got my hands on a map. We can, uh. I dunno, do second first meeting twenty questions or somethin'. [ Whatever... people do in these situations? All things considered, this is a way tamer first meeting than the last time he did the first meeting thing with the turtles. Or at least, it's lacking broken doors, ninja ambushes, and hot dogs. But it's weird having a Mikey with the same name and sense of humor and turtley status around that he doesn't already know pretty well, but it is still Mikey.

Man, this is why he leaves the thesis stuff to the professionals. It's a miracle April's helped him get his grades anywhere. Casey will obviously just have to do what he does best: go into a situation deliberately without thinking too much about it, and then handling any shit as it does or does not hit any fans. ]

[michaeljangelo]

Somethings never change, no matter where you go.

[He laughs once but his smile turns quizzical towards the end.]

Here how about this: I just come to you. It'll be easier for us both, and there's less of a chance of you scaring the heck out of any children and old ladies on the way.

[sticksaround]

Do I hear someone doubting my Hollywood charm? [ That's rude, green jeans. Okay, no, he can... see where this might be a less embarrassing arrangement all around, honestly. Dignity, saved by the turtle. ] I'm in ME-3A. This console stuff really cuts into mobility like that.

[michaeljangelo]

No! No way, never, Mr Merrick. Not in a million years.

[Mike grabs a piece of paper and a nearby pencil and writes down the address, commenting as he does so.]

Ooooooh, the Metal Sector. Well well well, aren't we fancy. Okay, I can be there in a jiff. Any requests?

[sticksaround]

[ He's learning something new every day. Like how apparently his new digs are fancy by general city standards. Which, you know, makes sense just from the little looking he's gotten done. Most of his observation's been reserved for "ehh, it's almost like New York if you squint and pretend you can smell a sewer." ]

Whatever you're willin' to pawn off, Doc. I'd be happy with an aspirin and a bag of frozen peas at this point. [ He's pretty sure that all the frozen vegetables in his life are exclusively not for actually eating. ]

[michaeljangelo]

I'll see what I can scrounge up and be over. I'll be there soonish.