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[re_mybrains]

"--No, I'm fine.

"No, seriously, I am perfectly happy with my current body. Form. Whatever.

". . . Well, okay, yeah, the big smashy claw is kind of awesome. --But  mean, no, I'm fine.

"Well, okay, I'll take a look at it."

Tom takes his copy of Our Bodies, Ourselves, Our Cybernetic Arms, only a little dubious, and starts for a chair -- and turns around and trots back to Bar.

"Wait wait sorry I'm a dumbass. Can you give a copy of this note to, um, Shaun, Andrew, Elle, and Hawkgirl? Thanks."

(The note reads Let's do this Saturday. --Tom. All the other phrasings he came up with sounded even more like he was asking them to dinner and a movie. Way too awkward.)

That done, he heads for a table and sits down to flip through the book, distractedly. Saturday is -- not that far away.

[OOC: This is Tom's last open entrance post for a while, so it's open for tags indefinitely.]

[tinytags: Gordon Freeman]

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[acts_of_gord]

That provokes a twitch at the corners of Gordon's mouth, something that might almost become a smile. "It is," he agrees. "It's not bad, for a glorified hazmat suit. They issued those to us to use in high energy labs and other hazardous environments, like the toxic zones and the on-site reactors. Normally there's a helmet, but mine got crushed early on."