I'll be sure to see how much I can annoy the pthumerians with paperwork asking for my time being compensated. Perhaps I'll throw it directly into the ocean, that is fitting.

[his hair freed of further goo is appreciated, and he resists the urge to take pal's hand to do something saccharine like kiss it. no, still too membrane covered for that, along with a few other matters. that and rio is wiggling, demanding his attention as he kicks off more of it.]

This place needs a pamphlet or eh... a program, for newcomers. Perhaps a private network for when people disappear. [that's always a downer to wake up to, sometimes a dramatic one.

but right, information. yes, that. his unease strengthens considerably, though he's bland when he says,] An experiment with shimmer that... ended poorly. Very poorly. On an unrelated note I believe I may have died in a terrorist attack in my world. [his hand touches his chest after a moment, realizing- ok, yes, new lungs still there. thank fuck, he was actually going to go beat up the fucking ocean if that was reversed.] Ah... still there, good.