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[Alex has decided that until he found a better way to deal with this, he has to use video on this network. Otherwise, no one was going to be able to tell him and the other Alex apart. At least--for now.]

Look, I apologize in advance for the lack of filters on this message. The technology here is a bit more than I'm used to; still trying to get the hang of it.

[If someone wants to teach him, by all means.

Letting out a breath, he works his jaw slightly, again taking time to phrase out his words. Calling people out on the network is always a gamble, and as he hasn't learned how to sort through the system yet, he isn't even sure if these people are here. But hey--it's worth a shot.]

First off--if anyone knows a guy named Eames, Arthur, or a girl named Ariadne [He thinks that was her name] I'd appreciate if you or they got in touch with me. I got some information that might interest them.

[He shifts in his seat, leaning forward slightly.]

I was wondering if there are any sparring groups set up on board already? Working out by myself is fine, but I'd rather have someone to go up against if possible.

[And then the big question; the one that's been bothering him since he arrived here. He hates talking so much as it is (when half the people aren't really going to give a shit, at least), but this one was probably the most important.]

And... does anyone know if there is a secure bunker on board? Like 'survive a nuclear explosion' secure.

[He needed somewhere to practice his powers, damn it, without blowing a hole in the hull.]

So uh..that's it. Thanks, or whatever.

[And he shuts the feed down.]

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I need to be able to practice with my abilities. That could cut through the hull if the room isn't strong enough.

If you can cut through the hull with your abilities--

Man, I'd pay cash money to see that. Trust me, though, the likelyhood of you being able to create a breech short of detonating a good sized nuke at the outer edges of the ship is-- well, pretty much zero.

I'm not some fucking performing dog.

[He's touchy about his powers. They are something that killed two people close to him; he doesn't like them being treated like some trick.]

...look, let me just say that I might be able to. And I'm not wanting to find out.

I'm-- just saying it's -- astronomically unlikely you can puncn through the hull itself. Some of the lower layers or floors? Yes. The hull to space? Prooooooobably not.

Honestly you're better off practicing at the exterior of the ship than the interior because really, the outer hull, if my readings were correct, was pretty tough.

[Alex snorts.]

Look, bucko--you have no idea what I'm capable of. And testing that out, or just assuming that I can't do it? Is pretty stupid on anyone's part.

I'd rather not test it out, and be wrong about the hull's impervious nature, than blast at it and find out I was right.

Well, that's just it; if you can punch through the hull-- here's no safe way for you to use your powers inside, I don't think, without risking punching holes in the thinner, interior walls.

Maybe some places in engineering, but-- then you're by important and delicate equipment... [Megamind continues to ponder.] Nope, got nothing.

[Alex processes the information but--]

I'm going to keep looking.

Good luck, I guess?

Thanks, I guess.

--Didn't get your name.

Oh. I'm Megamind.

Alex Summers. --Just call me Havok.

Havok's a good name! Especially for someone who thinks he can blow a hole in the hull. [he has to wonder about that] Are we talking raw energy? You know what sort of you produce? Would be good for the crew to know, since-- you know. Holes in the hull, or interior rooms...

It's plasma. And I think enough people know. There's another version of me here already.

Pla--

Wait, what?

Two of you? Version? Are you-- a clone?

I'm not a damn clone--there are alternative universes.

You mean like the Sherlocks? Is one of you a medieval wizard or something? [He's yet to encounter a 'from the same general timeframe only slightly different' set of alternates before now.]

No--just one of us was trapped in a fucked up place for four months, and the other wasn't.

That's--

Uh.

Hmm.

[He searches for a word, and settles on] Disconcerting. I'm going to have to re-evaluate my whole theory now!

Yeah? And what theory is that?

Oh, just some things with repetitiveness formations in history -- alternate time lines, repeating timelines--

Nothing exciting. Or anything I can prove without years of study and the might of MIT's best behind me, anyway.

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