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fandomtownies2022-09-28 11:56 am
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The junkyard, Wednesday
So. A little more than a week in, and Michael had told more people about his actual origin story than he had literally ever before in his entire life.
Sure, that previous number was zero, but still.
It was . . . weird. Knowing some people knew and knowing it had somehow not been a big deal and he probably didn't need to be looking over his shoulder for government agents. It also meant he could just drag the bits of alien glass he'd had in his trailer instead of in his bunker out into the junkyard proper so he could spread them out.
These weren't pieces that joined themselves up, unfortunately. Which was why they'd been in his trailer in the first place. They weren't part of the console, so what the hell were they? Maybe he could find some sort of weird metal in this place that would react to them and give him some clues.
[open!]
Sure, that previous number was zero, but still.
It was . . . weird. Knowing some people knew and knowing it had somehow not been a big deal and he probably didn't need to be looking over his shoulder for government agents. It also meant he could just drag the bits of alien glass he'd had in his trailer instead of in his bunker out into the junkyard proper so he could spread them out.
These weren't pieces that joined themselves up, unfortunately. Which was why they'd been in his trailer in the first place. They weren't part of the console, so what the hell were they? Maybe he could find some sort of weird metal in this place that would react to them and give him some clues.
[open!]