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He's been spotted.

While Rando's been able to relax in this new land, just a little bit, his years of rough survival haven't left him. He picks up quickly on the fact he's being watched. He doesn't know a thing about Spamton, beyond that he's friends with Brad...

And that he's got a very recognizable face. Really, it'd be hard to miss his figure coming close. But either way, Rando's not sure what to do. He'd really rather not get further on his adoptive father's bad side, but running out of this new public garden he's found comfort in, to escape a man so much smaller than him, also seems embarrassing...

Is this what the Stars wanted when they limited his portals? For him to get accosted on the sidewalk by something even stranger than he is, trapped without a single hole of escape?

(He technically still has several spots at his disposal, but why should he have to waste one on something like this?)

"C'mon, man," he whines again, stutter-stepping this way and that as the smaller anomaly(?) cuts him off again and again. This is ridiculous. Maybe Spot should just try stepping over him...?

"Uhuh. Yeah. Real, uh, handy. ...how are you even talking like that, by the way?" It's weird. This whole situation is weird. Why does this sort of thing always happen to John?

He's just begun to consider using up one of his remaining portals to send his problem far, far away, when the stranger lands on the magic word:

"Employment?"

"Yes, actually! I'm a little strapped for cash-- dust, I guess-- at the moment. Haha. Wouldn't you know it, they bring you here and don't even set you up with a, y'know, a-- a job, or--! ...you want me? You wanna hire me?"

It makes sense that the only person willing to give him a chance anymore is someone like this, but he can't be choosy-- not when he's living somewhere that seems to rely exclusively on digital currency, making stealing to survive a heck of a lot harder than it was in NYC. Not that he was particularly successful there, either.