+1 Lady Flame

[aubreylittle]

Welp. She knew Amnesty Lodge was weird? But opening a door into a multiversal Nexus was sort of above and beyond Kepler weird™. The last she knew, there were a bunch of goat people causing horrible accidents and then she tried to get to the cellar of the Lodge and now she was here.

"Uh....hi?" she asked, trying to grin and look innocent. "Am I dead and hallucinating? Because my life up until right now? Might indicate that is an issue. Sorry."

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[readvondaniken]

"Wait. Who did he play?" Palmer wants to narrow down some possibilities, though he won't breathe a word of this conversation to anybody on his team. Especially since the person named didn't exist in his world.

Maybe MacReady was this person's equivalent in Palmer's world? It would make some sense.

"You live in a lodge? Interestin'." Palmer figures he'll explain a bit about himself. "I'm from sunny California. Long way from Antarctica, I know."

[aubreylittle]

"I....don't remember?" she asks, and it's not supposed to be a question. "Like, I'll be real, dog. I was super high when I watched that movie. I just remember Kurt Russell's beard and a couple of really nasty jump scares. Sorry."

She scratches the side of her head that's shaved, a nervous gesture, and grins sheepishly.

"I'm in West Virginia now. It's real pretty. I like it there. The lodge....it's called Amnesty Lodge. There's a hot spring, and a great kitchen, and good people around. It's nice."

[readvondaniken]

“High, huh?” Palmer smiles. “Don’t worry, I ain’t one to judge. I’m somethin’ of a stoner myself, and if you’d ever like some good-quality stuff I can help you. I prefer to grow my own weed.” He’s happy that people in the Nexus seem to be relatively accepting of his habit. “This is a bit of a secret, but I’m planning to sell cannabis outta my shop.”

He listens to the description of Amnesty Lodge.

“That does sound like a nice place. I was a city kid. San Diego. Had a bit of a rough start - ran with a biker gang for a while, then went to rehab for drugs. Did harder things than weed back then.”

[aubreylittle]

She giggles a little, and spreads her hands.

"I was a rebellious teenager, what can I say? I don't....really smoke anymore. For reasons."

Because if she lost control of her faculties she might just burn everything down. Which....yeah. She can't.

"But uh, you do you, dog. Sell that good shit. Get that paper. Uh, unless slang is different here?"

[readvondaniken]

Palmer winks. “We’ve all got pasts. I know I ain’t totally proud of who I was. I was a bratty little punk back in the day.”

Well, he still is at times, but it’s a work in progress. And running his own business is a solid start. He feels more mature.

He’s grateful for the good wishes in his business. He’ll need them.

“Thanks. I also run a mechanic’s shop here. Gear Today, Gone Tomorrow. I know, it’s a lousy pun.”