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      o. m. g. mermaid?! no -- wait, those don’t exist, right? they totally could. there are like, mermaidy types of people out in the galaxy. she could totally be one... no, actually, she’s not in water. and she has feet. scaly feet, but feet no less. lizard-maid? is that a thing? her skin was too pretty to be a lizard though. just to be sure though, she tapped her universal communicator that she just do happened to pretty much always stash away with her because she had no idea at this point what language she was speaking to anyone in these days.

       ❝ do you work at the renfaire? are those real? you’re so -- iridescent. reminds me of glitter i had as a kid... ❞ she bit her lip, then grinned. ❝ i loved that stuff but it was impossible to get out of the rugs... and you look much better. ❞ she only paused for another moment, then put a hand underneath her chin. ❝ so, where are you from? what brings you to c-35? ❞ intergalactic cop mode: start.

HAMILTON SENTENCE STARTERS || ALWAYS ACCEPTNG || @jonsknt

Victor hung around Oswald’s club often enough you would have thought he’d know the names of all the people who hung out regularly. And he knew this kid – kind of – though Victor was confused if he was an employee or just a regular. Or something else. Oswald probably mentioned it before, but that would have required Victor listening. And if he wasn’t being given a contract, Victor’s attention span was nonexistent. When the kid spoke, Victor stopped blowing bubbles in his iced tea and sighed. “I’m usually not the cynical one,” Victor explained as he leaned into his seat, motioning towards himself as if to tell he other to look at him. “I’d say I’m more upbeat – the party kind. It’s not my problem if people tend to get cynical when I’m around. If you don’t fuck around, you won’t end up on the wrong side of my gun,” Victor said simply, shrugging his shoulders.

HAMILTON SENTENCE STARTERS || ALWAYS ACCEPTNG

Colleen dealt with a lot of different people while working at the community center. And with the variety of people she spoke to, she was often greeted with an equally diverse amount of problems. After what had happened at the center, the attack Jerome had pulled off – the bomb… it was hard to tell who was there for normal business, who was there to cause more trouble, and who was there because they needed help from someone like Colleen. Someone with the power of the Iron Fist. She wasn’t sure which one this woman was yet – but listening to the robotic tone from her phone, it was hard to get a read on her. There was no shifting in tones when people used phones, no obvious tells. At least not yet. Putting a hand on her hip, Colleen pocketed her apprehension. This woman didn’t deserve this kind of judgment. 

“Games are supposed to be fun,” Colleen said softly, remembering the look on Jerome’s face when he was playing his game inside the center. “Are you being threatened – do you need help? Protection?”