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[fractured_agent]

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Jaxom doesn't have a clue where he is. All he's been able to get out of the locals is that he's in The Present Place, which is inhabited by The People. He doesn't have a way off planet, there are absolutely no bars, and the indigenous species reproduces by mitosis and appear to be immune to his charms and pheromones. It's so ridiculously unfair.

At least it's a nudist planet. And The People aren't half bad to look at.

So here he is, camped out halfway down a long pier, pondering the theft of the closest (non-alcoholic) beverage he can get his hands on while he waits for Mavek to hit it lucky on Planetary Roulette.

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[fractured-agent.livejournal.com]

Wow, bitter much? "I didn't ditch you! ...okay, maybe I did. A little. Give me a break, I didn't know what happened in the last two years and where you stood on... things." He kind of left in a rush, after all.

Anyway. "I haven't been up to anything particularly exciting. Jumping planets every few weeks, jumping timelines, trying to make sure the Agency doesn't notice me, all that fun stuff. I did spend a few days on Caesar's Planet in the Vegas Galaxy, but unfortunately I overshot and ended up there in fifty-six apple two thousand, after gambling was outlawed and the whole planet was repaved into a garden. Nice fruit trees, though. Got a few of their quantum comm numbers."

[hart-on-sleeve.livejournal.com]

He is a bit of a sook, isn't he?

"Well...I didn't know they'd wiped two years! S'not like they advertise that sort of thing. Besides, I was stuck on some rock...something about insubordination, typical Agency crap." Goddesses that planetoid was the boringest place in the world...much worse than this planet - it wasn't even nice to look at!

He's vaguely sympathetic about the Vegas Galaxy. "That's right..worst election result ever."