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[rockstark]

[there's music drifting over the network this morning. loud, upbeat hip hop, to be precise. it's almost drowning out the sound of power tools. after a few minutes of this, a hand reaches into the view of the video feed and grabs a water bottle. Tony dictates idly from somewhere offscreen]

So, I think I'm getting my bearings. Thanks to those of you on the volunteer can opener brigade, that is. I gotta hand it to this place, it's like Mardi Gras with better beads. I flash my shoulder at the natives and they give me free power tools. So, uh, things are coming along. I might almost be able to make a decent pad for myself at this rate, lack of answers aside.

[what he neglects to say is that as soon as he IS settled, he'll he looking for said answers.]

One question, though. What's this I keep hearing about kids?

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[rockstark]

Shame, really. You should see me hit a crapshoot, I'm pretty good at making my own odds.

[hecklinghare]

Oh? Well, I ain't too big on gamblin'-even wit two rabbit's feet I ain't got dat kinda luck.

[Unless he's fixed a game or three to teach someone a lesson but that's different.]