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(Mark, upon waking, immediately fumbles for the device he remembers from the last time he was in this place and grins as it turns on and sets it on video.

He was getting good at figuring these things out.

But something is wrong. Mark looks much thinner than he did the last time he had woken up in the docks and he definitely looks as if he's been in a fight due to the wound due to the faceplate on his helmet shattering and causing a gash on his forehead - but if he was in better mood he would really just laugh, crack some lame joke, and explain the HAB just breached and the whole incident almost killed him.

Basically? The HAB kicked his ass out of being past retirement age.

Of course the joke wouldn't reach his eyes which seem...much more serious and filled with less light than they had been before.)

Well, guys. Looks like I somehow made it back. Thank you space gods. I was definitely dreading having to clean up and put the HAB back together again...there was a lotta crap NASA had to send and all.

And sleeping in the rover sucks...even with the bonus of waking up here my back hurts.

(Of course, he was more or less dreading having to discover what the incident did to his potato crop.

He wonders if Rick is still around. He could at least tell his friend who mentioned the idea that he tried.)

For anyone who doesn't know...I'm Mark Watney. Hi. I'm supposed to be some guy who ended up dying on Mars, but as you can see...those reports were horribly exaggerated.

(Mark finds herself lying back down into the box. After being tossed around like a rag doll and having to body slam the airlock what felt like a few thousand times after that - he's definitely more than fine with the idea of not moving out of the box right away.)

Looks like nothing's changed much so far. Tell me, I'm right, will ya?

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Mm, right and wrong. Things change, but the fundamentals are the same. Like the seasons; constant rhythm.

(Uh, yeah.)

Sure, yeah, I mean there is a cycle to it. But, not every year is exactly the same, you know?

So, basically...it's similar shit, different day?

"Ha! Well I wouldn't go that vulgar with it, but you've got the gist. Welcome back."

Well, as King of Mars...I can do whatever the hell I want. (Mark gives a tired but a still cheeky grin.)

But, also, that was probably why someone back home facepalmed and muttered about needing aspirin after it became clear I would have to be the media guy for my crew.

[Kahlan looks at her video quizzically.]

Are you saying that you left and then returned again?

Yeah, at least...that's what I think I did...

(Mark frowns.)

I can definitely tell you I wasn't this much of a skeleton before.

[Kahlan's eyebrows furrow.]

A skeleton? Are you alright?

Uh, I'm not all that sure...I think.

I mean I did go tumbling around in an airlock not too long ago. Then had to body slam the airlock to the rover. And there is the issue with having to ration food...

I'm in one piece, though. I consider that a success?

[Kahlan isn't sure what an airlock is but anything that makes you tumble is probably bad. She looks even more concerned as she chews over options in her head.]

If you were surviving on rations perhaps I can offer you a small meal?

[She can't dismiss someone who might be in need of help which is also why she doesn't comment on him joking about the matter.]

A meal? (He smiles. His stomach is obviously doing all the speaking right now.) Yeah, I was on rations for a while now... a meal would be awesome, small or not...

[Kahlan smiles at the screen.]

I'll met you in Genessia then. Where are you now?

[She's already heading out of the Inn in Fayren and over to Genessia.]

Uh, sure. I'll be there in a bit. (If he can actually sit up, which takes him a few minutes to manage.

Walking takes him longer but he finally makes it out of the area and into the city itself.)

[Khalan laughs, the scene behind her shifting as she walks from Fayren towards Genessia.]

Where are you now? I can head closer to you.

[She knows the archways decently well now that she's worked to map them out..]

Not much has changed, honestly. Though I don't know how long you have been gone... But by the way you look, I would say a while?

I'm not sure exactly how long, but it feels like months. At least 113 sols, give or take. Pretty sure it was that long.

Sols are about 30 minutes more than a day on Earth...I should have explained that.

Not much, huh? I guess that's a good thing.

Oh, I would have never have known that. Thank you for explaining what sol is.

The only odd thing was the whole teleporting thing.

Uh, you're welcome. It's no big deal to explain since lot of people don't seem to know what they are.

(Mark raises an eyebrow.) Teleporting thing? You mean like how people show up here or do you mean something else entirely strange and unusual?

Something different. I mean you could be walking in Genessia one minute and the next you are in someones shower.

Well.. You could always die here instead.

[ Sorry, this guy with snakes all around him is a little shit. ]

I thought it was obvious if I'm still alive and kicking after all that? That'd I would...

(Really? Damn, dude. Mark makes a very slight face.)

...I'd rather not die at all. I just want to make it back home.

Apparently so.

[ That didn’t mean that that couldn’t change. ]

There is nothing at all wrong with dying. It is much calmer to listen to empty minds than those that are crowded.

(Mark just shakes his head. He's totally not even going to pretend he gets it or to try pretending he gets it.)

Might not be anything wrong with it, but I'm not about dying. I'd rather be a loud and crowded mind than an empty one.

[Richard looks concerned at the video feed, and more than slightly confused. This may be at least partially due to not understanding most of the words Mark just said.]

...should I say welcome back?

(Mark looks a bit confused by that, he tries to grin after a moment.)

Uh, if you want to? I didn't really know too many people here that well...so I'm not really going to ask for anyone to kiss my ass and pretend that they missed me.

I didn't miss you. I never knew you. [He pauses.] It just sounds like you were dealing with a lot, and this might be a nice break.

(Here's a fake "D'awwww" face.)

Well, fair enough. (The other man is quiet for a moment and looks unusually serious.) Yeah, I was.

Trust me, none of it was all that easy and for a while it was looking good - like I'll make it. Not so much now, but well, I might still have a shot. Got to try, if I get back there, but well...for now? I'm good with not suffocating to death or starving to death.

Got time to think of what I can do and besides, it's not like this place is bad. It's pretty nice for not-Earth.

Those...are both good things. [He pauses.] Do you need a hand with anything? I'm not familiar with most of the cities outside Fayren, but I know...a good ale house in Genessia.

[He pauses here.]

I'm sorry. I never introduced myself. I'm Richard Cypher.

You think so? I mean, they sound like they are, right? That's enough for me at this point.

(Mark frowns.) Not sure yet. But, a drink sounds good right now. Really good. (A pause and a grin forms on his face.) Wait, yeah, can't exactly skip introductions...

Nice to meet you, Richard. Name's Mark. Mark Watney.

[He nods.]

You mentioned that, but it's nice to meet you properly. I could come show you the way, if you'd like.

[He's not a huge fan of Genessia, but recently he's decided getting to know the other cities is unavoidable.]

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