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[completelycrazy]

"Hey! Uh... It's Newt, sooo leave me a message, I guess? These voicemail things are always so lame."

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[completelycrazy]

[He snorts, sipping at his drink.]

Not really. I'm a xenobiologist, actually. I study aliens. Kaiju. [He gestures at one of his forearms, visible due to his rolled up sleeves.]

And, uh, sort of? I put out an ad for monster corpses, and a ton of people delivered. I didn't kill anything personally, but all the specimen collection from the corpses was me. Well, and a lab assistant, but mostly me.

[Michael is getting like zero credit.]

It's gross, but it's interesting and it keeps me busy. Might help us out one of these days, too.

[redwinekindofgirl]

What's a... 'kaiju'? [Did she say it right? She think she said it right. It might have been a little off.

She steps away to grab herself a drink and a few weird pretzel things, but comes right back to look at the jars, munching contemplatively.]

I mean, you said it was an alien, but what kind of alien?

[completelycrazy]

Kaiju are aliens. You ever see Godzilla? Like that, but real. And scarier. They come up through an interdimensional portal in the ocean. They've been trying to wipe out humanity for over ten years now.

[He shows her his arms, where he's got some sick Kaiju tats!!] That one's Aticon, and this guy is Yamarashi. Most of 'em look pretty different, but they're all genetically-engineered clones. It's pretty awesome.

[Deadly, but also awesome.]

oops a little meta

[redwinekindofgirl]

[She puffs her cheeks out slightly. Godzilla? Sure, she knows it, though she never got around to seeing the movie. His tattoos are treated to the same close examination that the jar specimens got, and she lets out a low whistle.]

You some kind of kaiju groupie, or what? [She teases gently, scrunching her nose up.]

Why'd you get tattoos of things that are trying to kill you?