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[1000kpipes.livejournal.com]

[Cambot's just bopping on down a corridor somewhere, when he spots a man looking out the window! He's probably new - his shoulders are squared with tension, and he's patting around his jacket as if looking for concealed weapons that have all mysteriously vanished. The little bot approaches hopefully. New friend?]

[Harvey turns just then, and starts visibly. Short a piece, he settles for jabbing a finger at the offending robot, who cringes back a bit (no friends? D8).] What're you lookin' at? Just what kinda game're you playin' here?

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[liefeldisgod.livejournal.com]

[Hey, it's a familiar face! Probably 'cause it's technically his too. 90s Kid springs on him enthusiastically.]

DUUUUUUUDE it's about time you got up here!

[punsofiron.livejournal.com]

Mister Finevoice! It's good to see you; I was getting a little worried and...

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Did you just punch 90s Kid?

[itsjustthemads.livejournal.com]

[Dr. F just sort of peers at the new well-dressed stranger.]

...You know, a lot of you new folks look kinda similar.

[game-over-pal.livejournal.com]

[Either Falco just sucks at telling humans apart, or there's a lot of clones wandering around. HAVE A BIRD STARE AT YOU]

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

Oh, it's not his fault you're here.

[wavesinherheart.livejournal.com]

He's not the one at fault.

[verygassy.livejournal.com]

Hey, hey! No threatening Cambot!