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MoM IC Contact
Jaime's cell phone is more or less plugged riiiight into his brain, so he tends to pick up like 99% of the time! If not, however...
"Hey, Jaime here! Leave a message, and I'll get back to you ASAP."
"Hey, Jaime here! Leave a message, and I'll get back to you ASAP."
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[He had assumed that they were from the same universe. Are they not? What's going on? He could ask an intelligent question, or...]
I'm confused.
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The short version is I'm from a parallel universe.
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[ALTERNATE UNIVERSES. Good lord.]
Maybe I need to update my chart.
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[He's curious. Of course he's curious, but he also assumes that her presence here means something like, and we were all ruled by megalomaniac giant venomous snakes that feasted on the flesh of the innocent or whoops everything got destroyed or quite possibly and I fled a band of Kryptonite wielding samurai who wanted to use my remains for worship.
He's come to expect the worst when it comes to others' pasts, especially when alternate universes enter the equation. So instead of prying right after they made up, he says,] Well, I hope you like it here, at least. I mean, home.
...my old home, your new home. Sorry, I feel like I should have more lingo for talking about parallel universe junk by now.
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I wouldn't be protecting it if I didn't. It's my home, too.
[ She's ultimately made peace with that fact. ]
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But good. I'm glad.