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[mmiab]

Hello, everyone.

[ a little wave from a man who's smiling happily enough - a bit subdued, perhaps, but that's to be expected given the subject matter. ]

It's been a tough month, eh? I just wanted to say a huge well done to those of you who fought for a cure - it's extraordinary that you were able to create one in the time you did from entirely foreign components. I'm glad that our hosts are recognising the effort.

Everyone else, well done to you, too. Whatever you were doing, this has been a stressful situation and you made it out the other side, and that's worth a pat on the back if you ask me.

[ patron... ising??? it doesn't look like he's trying to be, voice soft and warm and earnest. what's visible of the background seems to be cool, stark metal: a glimpse of a glass window bathed in a glow of light coming from within. the ship. stasis chamber. ]

Off the back of that, if anyone fancies, I'll be offering free hugs for the rest of the month. Courtesy of me, while stocks last. Just give me a ring, I'll come and find you.

—Yeah, that's it. ... See you, then.

[ and, with a tiny salute, he's out. ]

Comments

[mmiab]

Or seven. Or ten.

But that's not a bad plan either, actually. Unfortunately I'm not much of a cook. [ both a lie and Not A Lie. ]

[ghettobatman]

Or twenty.

[Look, Matt's not about to test that]

You could always buy something.

[mmiab]

I could. But I'd have to sell a lot of hugs first.

[ghettobatman]

You don't have any money?

[somehow Matt doubts hugs would sell...]

[mmiab]

Not enough to go around buying nice things to bribe people into accepting my company, no.

[ghettobatman]

Too bad. I guess you'll have to go with the hugs after all.

Any takers so far?