[ you're in luck, will, to have run into someone with about as much enthusiasm for social gymnastics as a dying cat. after the cookie cutter confusion of everyone else who gets dropped into the ass-crack of a dimensional sneeze, this was almost refreshing.

five stuffs his hands into the pockets of his slacks, and smirks, a dimpled, serrated thing that drops away just as fast. ] Depends on what you think is useful, wise-ass. [ maybe it wasn't coffee he was missing. maybe it was whiskey. ] This is Mathias Township. No one's figured out the year, or why we're here.

We all just - popped in. Different times, different places. A merry band of idiots stuck together in a town that's actively tried to put a wrench into figuring out anything remotely useful.

[ to be fair, you did ask, though you probably asked the best and worst person. ] Oh, and sometimes, the fog can kill you. [ : ) ]