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[Corbin has survived for more than a hundred years by existing along the margins of society. In fact, it's only recently, within the last 20 years, that he's decided to make a name for himself back home, a decision he has very recently decided was generally a bad idea. By and large, when the Geoarchaeological Professor awoke in the Bay a few days ago, he decided it best not to immediately make his presence known. Instead, he gleaned what information he could from the pamphlets and from the disturbingly Oz-like welcome hologram and got himself settled in as best he could. He knew, of course, that he couldn't hide in this place forever, which was what ultimately prompted this post today.]

I suppose it's time for me to "come out of the closet" as it were. I can assure you this has nothing to do with my sexuality, but rather with my appearance in this city, Genessia, which, through exploration, I've determined resembles a rather large gerbil cage.

As disturbing as that is, I'll not dwell on it at the moment. In the spirit of fairness and as a show of goodwill, I'll even go so far as to introduce myself without first being introduced to you. I am Professor Corbin Fitzmarcus of the Imperial College, London. I'm a Professor of Geoarchaeology. Bully if that means anything to you. If it does not, suffice to say I'm very good with rocks.

While I'm beginning to develop my own theories about this place, I'd like to hear yours, if I may. I wager if you've been here a while, you may sound as through you need an aluminum hat, but we'll see.

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That is, more or less, what my message was.

I knew there was some reason I kept you around.

Where are you in this hamster wheel, Terrance?

That the only reason?

Right now I'm at the park in Genessia.

One of many.

Stay put. I believe it may be best we stick together for the time being.

I have my red backpack. It'll be hard to miss me.

[When Corbin arrives Terrance will be smoking on the park bench. The embers grow brighter before he flicks the bud away. He needs to find a place to buy more tobacco.]

You're difficult to miss in any respect, Terrance. I'll be there soon.

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[Terrance rolls the familiar skin between his finger as he brings the smoke to his lips. He inhales a slow breath, his mind working as fast as it usually does. He runs through a few theory's most of which can't be tested but then always settles back on his work.

He doesn't want to stop even if he isn't at Stonehedge anymore.

He waits like a good boy on his park bench. He's only spent a few nights there, spending other nights on Tony's couch. He dislikes the idea of having a 'home' even if it's a temporary one. On site he'd live in a tent and at campus he slept in a dorm. Never once had he considered those places home.]

[When Corbin comes within sight of Terrance, he determines two things quickly. One, the boy has been here for a few days, at least as long as Corbin himself; and two, he looks as though he's been sleeping on this bench on which Corbin has found him.

He comes close enough to speak, crossing his arms as he does so.]

I know they've given you enough money to afford a comb.

[Terrance rolls his shoulders in a noncommittal shrug. It's warm out and he likes the freedom of sleeping beneath the stars and next to the earth. After months on the site it's what he's used too.]

Good to see you too.

[He doesn't like brushing his hair, which Corbin knows.]

[His sharp crystalline eyes scan the area, narrowing before looking back to Terrance.]

Have you been sleeping here?

[Terrance runs his fingers through his hair but otherwise stays seated on the bench.]

Sometimes.

[Sometimes he crashes on a weird guys couch. It varies.]

Why's it matter?

[Corbin narrows his eyes.]

Why would it not? You're the most brilliant graduate student I've ever had the pleasure of sponsoring.

[He says, in a moment of rare affection.]

You rate higher than a park bench.

[The measure of affection in Corbin's voice surprises Terrance. He shifts his weight as an uncomfortable feeling rises in his chest.]

If you insist.

[It's all he can think to say though he realizes that his professors comment had just made him happy.]

Where do you suggest we go?

Out of this God-forsaken heat. [He takes a breath, looking around.] As I said, there's an Inn.

Lead the way.

[Terrance will a agree that the heat is hell but after a while it stops bothering him. He should really have a glass of water.]

[And Corbin will proceed to do just that, leading the way to the Amagi inn.]

So, how long have you been here, Terrance?

July 17th 3:24 pm.

[At least according to the phone he'd woken up with.]

And you?

July 20th, 4:30 pm.

[He wouldn't expect anything but accuracy from his favorite student.]

[Terrance snorts, not even bothering to try and hide his smile.]

All right then, judging from others who've arrived there isn't any consistency. Though I'll need a bigger sample and more time to prove that.

[He shoves his hands into his pockets and follows along behind Corbin.]

I found a way to continue my thesis here.

[He doesn't know how the older man will feel about continuing but he could use the help.]

Of course you have.

[He'd have expected no less from the boy.]

It would seem all worlds are similar in at least one aspect.

[Rocks make up planets, livable planets, they'd be hard pressed to find a world without rocks.]

I got a job.

[He continues, not seeing a need to comment on the fact that there are rocks everywhere.]

It's in Nova City.

Oh? And what is it you do?

Building robots.. I think?

[It's some sort of research.]

...you're going to build robots.

[It wasn't a question.]

It what end?

[Terrance rolls his shoulders in a shrug. He'd made it clear to Tony that he isn't making weapons.]

I'll let you know when I find out. I figured while I was there I'd rebuild the equipment too.

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