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Anyone not undertaken by the plague want to go out for drinks?

My treat. I should be saving for my own place, but after a few months here, it's time to make some friends.

[ Acquaintances. Whichever. ]

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[hellshot]

[There's a bark of a laugh that Yuri won't hear.]

Some might call that less a 'problem' and closer to a 'party'.

Don't know if it's lucky or not, but it's something.
But if you're planning on avoiding getting sick, going out in public might not be a good plan.

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Yeah, yeah, I'm just thinking of ways to kill time, I guess.
Campsite can get pretty lonely when all you got is a little device that let's you read other people's conversations.
I mean, plenty of shockers, for sure.
The stuff people don't mark as private is nuts.

[hellshot]

[Alright, in three comments or less, this guy's already amused him. A hard thing to manage.]

Glad I'm not the only one to notice. It's one damn button to slam private knowledge behind a dark wall, and the lack of brains people on this planet who overlook it are countless.

If I still had my old job I had back home, it'd be a damn gold mine of information to log and store for convenient use in the future.