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[schrodingerscatalyst]

[Have a man who smiles tightly, with no real warmth behind it. Like a courier who's come with some horrible news.]

Hi. I'm Peter Bishop and let's just get this out of the way: yes, for all intents and purposes I am Walter Bishop's son. Please try not to hold that against me. Oh-- and if he gets into any trouble, let me know. [He thinks for a second, head dipped down slightly] Actually, make that when he gets into any trouble.

Anyway, I've got some experience with the FBI so the Resort's decided to bring me on as an investigator. Try not to hold that against me either. I'm not here to bust anybody's chops. Just want to make sure the wrong tech doesn't fall into the wrong hands. So if you need any help, uh. [And like that, he's lost momentum. How do you end these things.]

I'll be around.

Comments

[ewestmarch]

Not much to investigate.

[schrodingerscatalyst]

[He could point out the obvious, i.e. rotting zombie in front of him, but he wisely (for once) holds his tongue.]

Well, that's good, isn't it? I'll need the downtime.

[ewestmarch]

[you're gonna be investigating the bottom of a well, son.]

How do you feel about spiders?

[This here: an extremely unpleasant smile.]

[schrodingerscatalyst]

[Probably. And oh yeah, he's just loving that smile.]

Um. Same way most people do, I guess. Is there a spider mystery I'm gonna need to solve?

[ewestmarch]

The strange mystery of how you plan to go outside at night without firearms.

[She wiggles her gloved fingers. Mystery~~~]

[schrodingerscatalyst]

Big can of Raid isn't gonna cut it, huh?

[ewestmarch]

[Can of raid. Can? Of raid?

Is the translator working correctly? How can you put a raid in a can?]

What is that, what does that mean?