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[allucinator]

[Jack looks quite ill as he comes on screen: there are dark circles beneath his eyes, and there's a faint sheen of sweat on his face. He also looks a bit thinner than he did, though no one might actually notice that one. It's not severe, after all.]

Listen, uh, I-- I know you guys don't know me too well, and you got a lotta other stuff on your mind, but, uh, help a guy out, yeah? I ain't had no cigarette in about four days and I'm dyin' for it. Anythin' anybody's got, you know? I promise I'll do somethin' for you in return, I don't give a damn what, but-- anythin'. Please.

Please.

[He tries for a winning sort of smile, rather fails, and shuts the communicator.]

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[allucinator]

New York, August o' 1899. I'd say I'm a long way from home, but I guess we both kinda are, huh? At least space travel was somethin' that could be done for you; I'd never heard o' it til here.

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[cheerioless]

1899? Wow. That's pretty incredible. Sorry, I'm kind of into history. We have space travel, but nothing like this. Is it safe to say there are no aliens where you're from?