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[[Millitimed to shortly after the Brawl - specifically, coincident with the cells thread. However, feel free to stretch Millitime as far as you like, just so long as it doesn't cause excessive confusion or universe-destroying paradoxes.

Not the pup's first entrance, but first entrance by this mun. If you've met Tucker before, do not assume I know anything about it.]]

[OOM: Poor, put-upon Danny.]

Tucker's been to Milliways before, but mostly under... interestingly unpleasant circumstances. This time, while he's technically here due to another crisis, the main body of the crisis is over and his only duty is to help prevent patricide. However, he can't very well be present during the first part of Danny's talk with his parents; that would just raise more questions.

Thus, there is a teen technogeek chillin' at the bar, attacking a very large plate of ribs and taking digital photos of anything particularly interesting he sees. (Mostly hot chicks.) Company welcome. (Especially if you are a hot chick.)

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"That is one reason why it would be better to inform someone that you plan to take a picture of them," Zhaan says. "The courtesy would be appreciated." Although she doesn't sound upset about Tucker's taking her picture on the sly. She isn't self-conscious enough for that.

"But then they might say no." No shame whatsoever, this boy. "Anyway, I've tried that. They attacked me just for asking."

"From what you said, some of them also attack you for not asking," Zhaan points out.

"Right. So if I'm gonna get attacked anyway, I may as well get a pic for my troubles."

Zhaan thinks this over, and then answers, "That would make sense if the picture was an additional benefit, rather than the principal object." As it stands, it just sounds like Tucker's putting himself to a lot of trouble (and possibly in danger) for not very much at all.

Tucker is now flipping through the photos to look them over himself. He is clearly very pleased with what he sees. "Hey, some of these are worth a few bruises and a fifty-yard dash."

"If you say so," Zhaan replies, although she sounds doubtful.