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[rianofski]

[He's in a better mood than normal -- not that that's saying much, given that his normal mood vacillates somewhere between dour and downright irritated -- and he's gone for a walk, cigarette in hand, enjoying the quiet.

Until, of course, he starts to realize that there's far more people here than there should be. Either he's been incredibly unobservant and not noticed these people before -- unlikely, as his rampant paranoia means he's noticed most people in the City during his time here -- or there has been a sudden influx of people.

He looks suspiciously at the first person who walks by him, taking a long drag on his cigarette, holding the smoke in his lungs for a long time before exhaling. If he blows smoke on that hapless visitor, well, can he really be blamed?]

[[OOC: COME AT HIM BROS]]

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[groomingstandard]

( Have a stocky man puffing out his chest in front of him, blocking his path and eyeing him, before shouting in a Southern accent: )

Your moostache is in violation of Godfather's grooming standard.

[up_at_7_42]

[And there's a young man a few feet away, frowning and not really looking directly at anything. He's skinny, hunches slightly and his hands move in front of his face, the gestures odd but very specific. And he's quoting various npc posts and comments as he sees them, even if he isn't reading the device in his hand. In fact, he's ignoring it as best as possible.]

'No. Not this again. I hate these weekends. They're 2 much.' '2' is a number. Not a word.

'Mom? Mom, are you here? Anyone from home? I'm...' No, that's boring.

[Seriously. Check the device. They're on the network now. And his hand waves something away before he looks at his device, completely ignoring Mister Ryan.] Doctor Rosen. Doctor Rosen, this isn't New York. All the signals are wrong and I can't find anyone. What happened?

[A pause, another brief frown before his expression shifts and he speaks again.] Nina? Cameron. Bill, if this was you...

[deadandvoid]

[This particular person who gets smoke in his face isn't particularly imposing looking at first. He's on the shorter side and expensively dressed. However when he looks at Andrew, the expression is one of a man who is looking at a particularly irritating insect he's going to squish.

Also of something that's very old. Very powerful. And very deadly. The sort of man Andrew might be if he had several thousand years to perfect everything.]

[racial]

Oh, hell no, dawg. You did not just blow smoke in my face.