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Welcome to the Backwater

Picture a paved square, faced by the backs of various brownstones and ringed with couches of various sizes. One of the buildings is marked 'Visitor Centre', and beyond it seems to be a park of some sort. The paving of the square is white, and broken up into large square blocks that are so neatly set that there are no edges to trip over. Some blocks are missing, so that trees can grow out of these spaces. The square has a light scattering of couches spread around it, and these couches vary from something people from a no frills reality would think of as for dolls, to a massive white thing that's bigger than a mobile home. Between the square and the green space of the park is a road paved with common pavement made from old rubber tires, and there are trees growing wild all around that park. In the distance, over the trees, can be seen something that looks like a larger version of Mad King Ludwig's castle, and some sort of cliffs.

There are people in the square, many look human, and many don't. They mingle with mostly easy going equanimity, asking questions and answering them, chatting, getting oriented by reading books and pamphlets, or just selling sandwiches. Up in the sky, which looks fairly normal, float four islands that look something likes the ones off that movie with the blue cat things, and a flock of five houseairships, one of which is round. The Visitor Centre is an A frame with two windows and a door on the front, and a sign along the top that says, "Ask a question."

Welcome, newcomer, to the Backwater Nexus.

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Vik chuckles softly as she watches Aoife's kids having fun. "Kids are kids are kids, no matter where, or who they are." She tries not to cackle at the feline like yowl.

"Oh?" Her eyes widen appreciatively as Aoife describes the sausage's meat selections. "That's a great mix right there. And all meats i like!"

Vik chomps and almost makes a hungry cat growl. Almost, she did just remember her manners in time.

The bread was extra yummy... sourdough! Vik plowed in enjoying the sausage juices that had soaked their flavors in. Her eyes popped then slowly closed while she savored unrepentantly. She smiled as she washed down the last of her great meal with some of that gorgeous milk. *such a goofy satisfied grin*

She gets so caught up watching the fun and play that Aoife's girls are having that the upcoming belch almost catches her 100% unguarded.

She stifles and hides it as softly and quickly as possible, eyes popping in the effort. She slightly ducked hoping no one noticed!

She looked at Aoife, "Oooh my... oooh that was extra delicious! Thank you so much Aoife! I was ravenous!"

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Aoife's laughing. Then she shakes her head a little, grinning. "You're welcome. And don't worry. Not many people here care about burps."

A deep base note rumbles out across the area about then, causing Deidre and Violet to fall down laughing.

"See?" Aoife lifts her eyebrows, then settles back and looks serious. "You're welcome to stay in the Backwater, but before you decide, I need to let you know that some people here shoot their friends for fun, others don't wear very much clothing. The thunder is usually some Transformer with an air pocket, and there are spooks that go bump in the night."

"Dat," comes the little comment from her arms.

Vik chuckles and tries to shake the base reverbs from her head, laughing as she watches Deidre and Violet's reactions.

"Dang," she chuckles appreciatively, "I feel the need to salute that belch out of sheer respect!" She laughs, feeling relaxed and light hearted.

But she sobers and listens to Aoife's very serious words. Vik's eyes widen. She sucks in her bottom lip as Aoife finishes, but looses her grip on it and begins chuckling, eyes glittering.

"Aoife, that sounds pretty much like living in my neighborhood and apartment building!" and she can't stop her chuckles for a bit. Soon though, a sad, serious gaze takes the place of her mirth.

"All kidding aside, in my neighborhood live bullets can fly, and not from friends having fun with friends" she looks up at a large Cybertronian walking by. "Oh, I get it; with armor plating like theirs, I bet the ammo prolly just tickles."

She looks at Aoife, "You've got your awesome abilities too. I can only imagine *your* defenses." Vik says with serious respect, and grins.

Then she smiles, "Or how you might turn lemons into lemonade, ya know? Squirt 'em in the eye, or get lemon juice in that *one* heckuva papercut." she chuckles mischeviously.

Vik sobers again, looking downward, voice soft. "Where I live, they mean to kill when it gets to gunfire. Or blades flying. Or when someone is pushed off their balcony, or gets tied up and tortured in their own apartment."

She gestures in exasperated resignation Then looks back up at Aoife. "With all those concrete walls... they quit letting tenants use sound proofing.. screams for help are drowned out." Vik looks down, a slight tremble.

"I'm not a scrapper. Not even when I *was* able bodied. But I could defend myself, hold my own back then. I credit God alone for keeping me alive past and present.

"But now? I got brittle bones where strong ones used to be, crumbling joints, and 24-7-365 pain levels... no break from it.

Vik's eyes seem distant, "There's a bunch of reasons why I keep to my apartment, away from people there. I don't go out except for monthly doctor visits and medical tests, or some other necessary trip out. I've learned the hard way it has to be that way. For me.

"If shootin' folks is done in fun there, it's because they're wacked on meth or something and next day can't remember what they did.

"In my building, the half dressed and nekkies are typically meth heads as well. Not a good scene, ya know?

"People out of control, dangerous, insane, all wacked out on drugs does scare me, Aoife. But what you're describing doesn't. I just feel safe here. And most of all, I feel welcome.

Vik looks puzzled for a sec, "Wait, spooks ya say? As long as they're not try'na slit my throat or set my place ablaze, they can bump in the night all they want."

She touches her lip with a re-considering finger, one eyebrow shot up at a sharp angle, "Rephrase; *sleep* I need. Could they do it when I'm awake? Or should I just earplug before bed?" She smirks.

Vik feels more at home and safe now than any other time, except for when she was in the safety of her Gramma Lizzie and Aunt Sissie when she was 4-10 years old.

She smiles as her busy mind conjures up images of bullets pinging harmlessly off Cybertronian armor, and the likely grumbling and jokes that might follow.

Vik looks at Lowena and smiles widely, a puzzle piece dropping neatly into place.

She realizes that in a world where a wonderful person like Lowena can exist, thriving, at peace, obviously flourishing as everyone else she's met, then this world, problems and all, has to be a place of God's grace and goodness. She reasons that her Lord has placed her here for His own reasons. Therefore, she is at peace here.

And, she doesn't feel so self conscious about belches creeping up on her.

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Green eyes go grey with sympathy as Aoife listens to what Vik has to say.

"Transformers don't usually use projectile weapons." She looks up as another of Blackout's kids walks past, then watches as Deidre and Violet catch a ride from him to school. She puts the arm not holding Lowena around the flower naga girl as that one crawls over and leans against her (and Aoife's smaller than the girl is). "It's usually plasma, or some other sort of energy beam. But yeah, even if it damages the soldier models don't care. My gift isn't actually all that strong, because I asked to be weak so I could never go back and take revenge on people from my past. Drunks are actually funny here, and that's about the only drug overuse that happens here, though some of the drunks are kiss drunk Transformers. The spooks... Have you ever seen the Adams family or the Munsters?"

Vik watches Aoife's eyes change colors. By now she's become accustomed to how they convey emotion, and it's pretty to watch too.

She smiles and nods a greeting to the beautiful flower like girl who's leaning on Aoife, and listens carefully.

She nods now and again as Aoife explains everything. Her heart springs to learn that Aoife had chosen so wisely about her powers. That intrigued her; as few people she knew would be that selfless and noble in her own world. Vik smiles at Aoife, gaining an even greater respect for the small woman.

Her eyes pop when Aoife mentions two of her favorite TV shows from when she was small.

"Seen them? I knew John Astin when I was a little tyke! I called him 'Unca Adams', Dad was one of his friends, and did business with him. And Dad worked with Ted Cassidy at the GE plant in Phoenix, Arizona when Mr Cassidy wasn't on set shooting an episode. I watched those shows all the way into my 20's." She takes a calming breath. "Hehe, sorry. I geeked. To answer you, yes, I did. I very much miss all those people, and those days."

Vik smiles widely, as she enjoys some old memories of playing peek-a-boo with 'Unca Adams' when her daddy had taken her with him on a trip to meet with Mr Astin.

"You mean to tell me the spooks here are like the Adams Family and the Munsters?" She has a wry smile, and fidgets like a happy kid.

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The small brunette grins. "The actual Adams and Munsters are spooks, yes. They don't live here, but some of their relatives do. The ones that go bump in the night are bored teenagers, but they're fae enough that they can't come into a place they're not allowed. But many spooks are my friends, and my daughters' friends, and the lady who runs the girls' school is a living ragdoll made by a mad scientist."

"And I'm one of those streakers she mentioned," says a deep alto as a shadow falls over the little group on the couch. "Hi. I'm Seaspray of the lu."

Seaspray is forty foot tall, covered in grey fur as soft as and many times longer than that of a Persian cat, looks like a tailless bipedal wolf with big furry human feet, has friendly lilac eyes set in a face several shades darker than her body fur. And doesn't seem to be wearing anything else besides her fur and a sling hung against her chest from which two sets of pointed ears are peeping out.

As Vik is considering and marvelling at Aoife's explanation of The Backwater's spooks, a deep voice from above grabs her attention. Vik looks up, her eyes widening at the sight of a tall, wolflike lady.

Inwardly, she thinks, 'woah.. didn't see that coming!' Vik turns a bit so she can get a better look at her, and waves to her.

"Wow, nice to meet ya Seaspray! That's a pretty name." She smiles up at Seaspray, admiring her, but feels a tad puzzled; "Please forgive my ignorance, but what's the lu, is it a place, or a people?"

Then Vik sees little ears peeping from the sling Seaspray is wearing. She grins widely. Inwardly she muses, 'More cuties! I'm so happy to see all these little guys everywhere.'

Vik turns around more to see Seaspray a little better. The more she meets the Backwater's people, the more she likes The Backwater as a whole.

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"It's people," says Seaspray. "My people, though I'm sea lu."

"Better explain that," says Aoife, grinning upward.

"Yes, mom." Seaspray thrrpts slightly, then looks back to Vik. "That means my people lived down on rafts on the ocean back when all the lu were still stuck on the Rock. The women couldn't keep many babies, so we don't have as many menfolk as the land lu. The Rock was a small, tall island where some crazy gas mutated people years ago and made different races. The lu got a few forty foot tall women, lots of twenty foot tall men with slightly more IQ than the average fence post, nearly indestructible physiology, a peaceful nature, and a fifty year life span." Her ears flatten and stand up again in what is clearly a grin. "Yeah. We're human. Technically."

Vik's eyes go wide for a moment, then she sighs and nods. "It never occurred to me that you might be a human, technically or otherwise."

With a wistful smile, she looks at the pair of ears in Seaspray's sling, "Very precious little ones. For a number of reasons I'd assume."

Inwardly, Vik muses that some things never change. In her world men have been known to be as dumb as fence posts too, though not for the same reasons.

And sometimes, just *sometimes*, fence posts can rise above that, and live in wisdom. She hopes that the men of the lu eventually regain what's been lost to them.

Vik looks back up at Seaspray and grins, "Yet, a peaceful nature is a good thing, right?"

"Well, we don't look much like baseline humans." Seaspray does her ear smile again even as she tucks her chin to look into her sling. "Yes. They're precious, and so is the one in my belly. I've got to have my daughter before I get too old, so my bloodline continues. These two are boys, my firstborn son, and his slightly older cousin who was traded to me for my brother." She looks up again. "I guess it is. I'm kind of a maverick with that, and used to go out fighting tyraborg with Blackout's army. And I've left lasting dents in destrons in the fighting pits."

Despite this record of mayhem, those lilac eyes are gentle as they laugh down at the smaller people. And then she's humming softly in what's clearly laughter as one of the sets of little ears in her sling moves and the movement is followed by an enthusiastic, "BRAAAAK!"

Vik smiles up at Seaspray. She marvels at the contrasts and complexities of The Backwater's people. Never a dull moment, always new surprises and history to learn.

It's all wonderful and slightly head spinning, and she's loving every minute of it. But her old bod is tiring out. She ain't no spring chicken anymore.

Then the little one makes a very cute sound. Vik smiles broadly up at Seaspray, "hahaha! Aaww, someone's awake and making it known!"

Vik looks over at Aoife, "Destrons? What're those?" Vik smiles widely, clearly impressed with Seaspray's exploits, though she's unsure of the reference.

She looks back up at Seaspray, "There's so much I need to learn yet, but I'm guessing maybe these Destrons and tyra... tyraborg? I guess they avoid ya now, or are they spoiling for more?" Vik looks at the hints of Seaspray's muscle groups under her fur. She's dead sure Seaspray would bring the hurt in a fight.

"I have an idea I'd love to see ya in action Seaspray. That is if you ever get back into knocking heads together again." She smiles widely and thinks to herself, 'this place gets better and more interesting as time goes by.'

"Destrons are the soldier model bots who don't follow Megatron or the fallen. The ones that don't wear the Decepticon badge," says Aoife, her eyes going very green. "And that was Sandpiper trying to emulate his Uncle Jetfire."

Seaspray hums her laughter. "I'm married to a destron Seeker, and part of Blackout's army. Most of them are destron too. So no. They don't avoid me. And the tyraborg are too driven by the instinct to eat and assimilate everything around them for them to have any survival instinct." More humming laughter. "And once you tune in to Backwater TV, you'll probably see some of my matches on the pit channel."

She flicks her ears and glances toward the sound as that bass rumble booms out again and is challenged by the baby burp in her sling.

"Don't tell me Jetfire's drunk already." Aoife face palms, laughing.

"Nope." Seaspray ear-grins. "Just disorderly. He was drinking fizzy when I went to bring Eugenia to school."

Vik listens to Aoife, nodding her understanding. "Thankee. That helps! Man, there's so many things about everything here I need to learn about." she grins, nothing is boring here it seems.

She listens to Seaspray and nods, a smile spreading across her face. "Blackout's army sounds impressive! Maybe sometime I can meet all your family Seaspray, if there's ever time. Wow, there is so much to learn, and many people to get acquainted with."

She looks at Aoife, "Are they on the TV too, Blackout's army I mean?" Vik chuckles, "Gotta excuse my imagination; for a split second there, the thought of what Backwater hockey or football games might be like here. Or sports like those."

Then Vik's eyes pop at the sounds of various types of off-gassing ricochetting here there and yon, she chuckles and shakes her head.

"Life in this place seems full of spice for certain! I would *love* to catch your pit matches on Backwater tv, Seaspray, sounds like the very thing I'd love to watch and cheer!"

Then the little one in Seaspray's sling contributes to the burp-a-thon, which makes Vik cackle. "Haha! Cute!" XD

"You've already met two of Blackout's army besides Seaspray," says Aoife. "Mouse and Nineveh are adopted members, like her. And the guy that just took my girls to school's one that Blackout built herself. Yes. They're on TV in some of the matches too. Blackout's done some doozies herself." A chuckle. "But the only football or hockey you see around here are street games."

"I better get going." Seaspray turns her head and perks her ears. "I can hear Jetfire griping at Kida for trying to wash the dishes before I get back and have second breakfast."

Aoife snerks, her eyes very green. "See you. Bye, Jetstorm and Sandpiper! Next time put your pants on so you can come out and visit!"

Seaspray hums as enthusiastic razzing comes from her sling, then looks at Vik. "Was nice meeting you. I'll probably see you around."

Vik listens intently, smiling and nodding as Aoife and Seaspray explain everything to her. Then Seaspray says she's gotta get going, which makes her feel a bit sad. But she knows she'll see Seaspray again.

Vik smiles and waves, "Nice meeting you too Seaspray! And to you little guys tucked away in there too!" she smiles and says towards the tykes in Seaspray's sling, "I hope to meet y'all maybe next time." She smiles up at Seaspray, "Take good care of you Seaspray, have a super day!".

Vik smiles as she watches them leaving. She marvels at all she's learned, at everyone she's gotten to meet so far. Vik hopes she can meet more folks and discover much more about The Backwater.

Before she can stifle it, a large yawn takes hold of her. She slaps her hand over her wide open mouth, eyes popping tearfully.

Vik is feeling a good, old fashioned tired coming on. It's been a fun and full day, and she's grateful for every moment of it. But some way or other, she needs to crash for a while.

She looks at Aoife and smiles, yet another yawn trying to pry her mouth open. She succumbs as discreetly as possible behind one hand, and wipes at the yawn-tears with the other.

"Oh, good grief, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yawn so much." Vik absently scrubs her eyes.

"Aoife, I really thank you tons for being here and explaining all this to me..." (another insistent yawn *really* interrupts this time), "Good grief! I'm sorry 'bout that. Aoife? Would it be possible to catch a snooze someplace for a while, please? I'm afraid I'm awful tired."

Vik smiles a bleary grin at Aoife. Thank goodness it's just a normal tired this time, and not anything more.

"What're ye doin' makin' th' poor lady stay up?" demands a light voice flavoured with a touch of Cockney.

Aoife perks and grins, holding out a squeaking and wriggling Lowena. "Waiting at the agreed on place for you to get your baby back."

The tiny blonde girl takes the wiggly baby doll and cuddles her close, then glances at Vik with eyes that are much older and much less human than she seems at first look. There is a quick hint of amiable danger and something ancient and dark without being evil, and then both the girl and Lowena are gone.

"...Crazy aft. Okay, someplace for you to crash," says Aoife.

Vik's eyes blinked. She was there, she saw her, had her mouth open to say 'hiya', or words to that effect, but never got to, because the girl and Lowena we're just.. gone.

Vik cocks her head slightly, then looks sorta puzzled at Aoife. She shrugs, looks back to the empty place the girl had been, waves a wiggly hand-wave and says, "Nice ta meet ya.." in a soft, befuddled tone.

Vik looks back to Aoife, shrugs again with a small grin.
"Must be her 'rush-hour." then rises with a creak and a groan. "Someplace to crash sounds like a good idea, Aoife. And so says me bones, and the rest of me." Then she winces, teeth gritting, as her right knee pops an audible, adamant agreement. "Ouch-dangit!"

"No no no." Aoife's eyes are grey with concern again as the purple naga girl gently but insistently makes Vik sit again. "There's a ride coming for you. Don't hurt yourself. Easy, Rose. She's alright."

Rose backs off, her green eyes watchful behind the black curtain of her hair as it falls over her face, and her body poised and ready to assist again if needed. Her gaze is concerned and very clearly that of a person, but also plainly nothing human, and her touch, though warm, felt more vegetable than mammal.

"Okay," says Aoife. "Now, I'd offer you space at the boarding house that I run, but my front door has steps up to it, and all my main floor rooms are already taken. So the head pastor says to ask you if you're alright spending a night or two in her safe house. You'll be sharing the kitchen with three other couples, but they're mostly quiet people."

Vik smiles at both Aoife and Rose. The fatigue shows in her eyes, even though there's that mischievous spark there.

She relents, nodding in agreement as Rose helps her sit herself right back down. Other audible pops from a couple of other joints sound off. Vik winces but smiles through it.

"Good grief... ive got musical joints today." Vik says tiredly, and re-arranges her muu-muu and shawl as she sits down.

Vik listens to Aoife. "A ride? Oooh, oh man, heavenly. I'm very grateful, and won't mind that in the least. Thank you."

Vik studies Rose. Seeing the concern in her face, she smiles reassuringly and says softly. "I'm okie, sweetie, only tired. I'll be better after a rest, I promise. It's just old Vik getting older is all, I'll be fine, don't worry."

She smiles happily at Rose, "I hope I don't embarrass you saying this Rose, but you are very beautiful."

Vik then looks at Aoife, "You must be very proud of all your children, Aoife. Every one of them I've met today have inspired and gladdened me."

She listens as Aoife explains where she'll be staying, nods her head tiredly, "That is perfect Aoife, hehe, after all, kitchens always feel like home to me anyways. I appreciate not having to try steps, bless you for thinking of that. I won't be a noisy neighbor either. I think everything will be perfect."

Another deep yawn stretches out her sentence a little. Vik tries to stifle the intrusive yawn, but only manages to cover her mouth with her hand a little.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yawn so much. I suppose I must be really beat tonight." Vik pulls her shawl closer to her neck, snugging it with a sigh. Given a few moments of stillness, she's certain sleep will put her down for the next few hours without a fight.

"Tonight? It's not even lunch time yet, Vik." Aoife chuckles, then glances the way that Deidre and Violet went. "I'm proud of them, but wait'll you see Deidre after she's eaten catnip or found a box." She looks at Rose and then reaches to push back the girl's hair.

Then she turns back to Vik. "Being here will probably help with your joints. There's an anti violence field, so no one or nothing can hurt you if you don't want them to. Back when I first escaped I had a bomb go off in my head. It hurt, but the AV field kept me alive til someone could help."

"You're gonna give her nightmares," says a pretty little kelly green Transformer girl as she jogs up, followed by a large, muscular, bearded blond man pulling a rickshaw. The girl is about five foot five inches tall, with bright blue eyes. Petite and pretty, and currently serious, she nonetheless gives out the feeling that she can be a right bundle of sass if the occasion merits it.

Vik's eyes goes wide when Aoife says it's not even lunchtime yet. Then shakes her head slowly, "Well. Not entirely surprising," she chuckles, "I usually get sleepy around that time, or after I've eaten, and of course I have. Food coma I suppose?"

Vik looks back up and grins amiably while Aoife describes Deidre's antics, then looks shocked when Aoife says the bomb in her head had actually gone off.

"Wait.. it actually *exploded*, and didn't kill you..?" But Vik is distracted by the arrival of a pretty Kelly green Cybertronian girl and a sturdy-looking guy pulling a rickshaw. She chuckles as the girl speaks, gesturing in the negative.

"Oh no, not likely nightmares, but I am most definitely curious as all heck-and-gone! That's one story I *do* wanna hear once I'm rested and can brain well enough to comprehend it." Vik smiles and nods an amicable greeting towards both of them, struck all over again at the wonderful folks this world has in it.

"It's so nice to meet more new people. Call me Vik, or Vicki, many just call me Vik though." She rubs at her face tiredly, trying to scrub the fatigue out of her eyes and face.

The little bay tech girl grins. "I'm Mira, it's short for Miracle, but I only hear that when I've helped my brother Pi with one of his life experiments. This is Mack. Don't be offended if he doesn't talk to you, he can't. Are you alright with him picking you up to put you in the rickshaw? He's careful."

Mack is standing and watching the exchange, his gaze and attitude more like those of an amiable Doberman than a human being as he protects everyone here and waits for some words he can understand.

Vik nods and says, "Nice meeting you Mira and Mack!" She waves to the strong looking man. "I won't be offended, I promise."

She looks back to Mira. "Sure!" She says with assurance, "as long as Mack's able to tote 280 pounds.. emm.. plus or minus." Vik wrinkles her nose, "that's what I get for indulging in my home made pizzas and too many carbs lately. Butt-food." she says with an apologetic look.

Vik feels every bit as tired as she would be were it the middle of the night. She guesses it's all the excitement, and partly her not sleeping well the night before getting here, and tiredness for any other reason her body can dream up. She shrugs wearily.

"I'm not rushing saying this, please understand, but I am ready when everyone else is. I admit, I am one tired pookie. I hope I don't fall asleep before we get where we're going." Of course a giant yawn pries her mouth open at that moment rather rudely, leaving Vik to make the apologies.

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Mira's laughing her head off as she gestures to Mack and tells him, "She's hurt. Be gentle."

Mack steps forward and gently scoops Vik into his arms without even a grunt, though he's rumbling softly in an attempt to be comforting. Despite his demeanor, he smells like a normal, clean human being as he gently sets Vik into the padded seat on the little two wheeled cart.

"You wanna explain what's so funny?" says Aoife in the meantime.

"P...pookie." Mira snerks. "Pooka would have loved to hear that."

"Pookie... Oh.." Vik begins, and is gently scooped up by the softly rumbling Mack, who then gently settles her on the comfy seat in the rickshaw.

She looks up at him and smiles, giving the side of his face a soft pat-pat. "Thank you Mack, you're a sweet peach." She arranges her shawl and muu-muu and looks over to Aoife and Mira and continues.

She can't help giggling at Mira's laughter. "Hehehe, I'm hoping I didn't say something silly. Mira, for me, 'Pookie' is the name of a little stuffed teddy bear belonging to a cartoon cat named Garfield."

Vik grins, "I suppose I picked up the nickname, and it gets applied to anyone too tired to move anymore. Just like a soft, teddy bear would be."

She looks at Aoife, grins and shrugs. "I can be oblique sometimes, I forget people may not always know my reference."

Vik looks back at Mack, he seems different than anyone else she's met so far. She likes him quite a bunch. "Thanks again Mack, I don't think anyone's ever been that careful moving me around before. Most just chunk me around like an old sack o'taters. Very much appreciated, kind sir."

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