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[rocinantes]

okay

what the fuck.

( that's it, that's all he's got. )

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[egyptologist]

No, they're not. And from what I understand, that means they're home with...some other version of me? The science of it escapes me.

[rocinantes]

yeah, i stop trying to understand this place

sucks that they're not here.

[egyptologist]

It does 'suck', indeed. Though I supposed it's for the best they don't have to endure this mess.

[rocinantes]

what, you're not having fun here?

( yeah, him either. )

[egyptologist]

Whatever do you mean, I'm having a simply marvelous time.

[ n o t. ]

[rocinantes]

are you?
share how you're doing that because i'm not

( he knows she's being sarcastic. )

[egyptologist]

Alcohol. A lot of alcohol.

[rocinantes]

always a good decision
and one i support.

[egyptologist]

[ She was never much of a drinker, but. Well. Sometimes circumstances change, like showing back up in a similar environment after beginning to think Deerington was a dream for 8 years, marrying, having a family, fighting Imhotep again.

And sometimes those changing circumstances demand a bloody good bottle of whiskey. ]

I have to admit, I'm a bit relieved you're here. I thought for a very long time that I was crazy.

[rocinantes]

i think you're one of the only people who's ever said they're glad to see me

[egyptologist]

That's a shame, I rather like you, Amos.

[rocinantes]

you do?

[egyptologist]

Of course I do.

[rocinantes]

( huh. )

okay
that's cool.
you're all right too

[egyptologist]

[ you’re space rick ]

Well, thank you very much. We’ll have to get together, drown our sorrows over a glass of whiskey.

[rocinantes]

done.
whenever you want.