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Take Initiative.

It seems things have been resolved - peacefully, if more than a little awkwardly for most parties involved.

However, there's still work to do here, isn't there?

Ryuunosuke shrugs after a long moment; tips his head up a bit. "Hey, Glory? Let everyone up."

And apparently that's all it takes, though what that actually does isn't something that happens all at once - rather, panels slide out from the wall, forming a staircase up to that balcony they've been standing on. Mettaton doesn't really wait for the others to join them; he just leaves back through that section of wall they entered from, calling something back over his shoulder.

"We've got another room to work from back here, darlings, this shouldn't take too long to work out."

>Follow?

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[Don't worry Stan, he'll help you out once he can move himself... which shouldn't take too long, hopefully.]

Like I've been trapped in hell for two months. [So very dryly.] I'll live, though.

Ha. Yeah, best we can hope for.

[Stan removes his glasses again, this time carefully touching the dents at the sides of his head. Those had better go away.]

I can hardly believe we all got outta that alive.

Unless we're in another VR simulation.

[But no, he knows this is the real world. He can feel the Other Guy rumbling at the back of his head. Its almost comforting in its weird way, though it'll be a while for him to get used to it again.

He coughs again and stares up at the ceiling above them, processing everything that happened. Two terrible months, but at least nobody died. He supposes that's the best he can ask for, considering.]

Yeesh, don't say that.

[Stan grimaces, glancing reflexively over towards Mettaton and Ryuunosuke.]

This had already been way more computers than I ever wanted in my life.

[A weak laugh comes from Bruce at that, head still tilted up to look at the ceiling, though if Stan can see it Bruce closes his eyes after he laughs, his body sagging a little.]

I can agree with that.

[Definitely... no computers for him for a while. Possibly.]

Yeah...

[Stan sighs, and is silent for a few moments.]

I remember some more stuff about home now. Guess the dreams just decided to stop on their own. [.....] You up for Ford comin' along on the whole vault thing?

[He remembered more stuff? That was surprising. Bruce himself has none, but he supposes its not too much of a mystery, considering that he was on a crashing Quinjet. Glory probably took him while he was still unconscious.]

I don't mind people helping out. [Since it does make things easier, but--] As long as he knows what he's getting into.

I'll tell him. He spent thirty years doin' god knows what on the other side of our portal - I don't think he'll have a problem.

[Stan gives a small smile.]

...we finally made up after all this time. Doubt he's gonna let me go runnin' off alone.

[That's... well, that's really great to hear. Truly. Bruce manages a smile on his own end, feeling glad for Stan. The man truly deserves it.]

That's good. [He says, and after a brief pause adds on:] You two should make up for lost time.

Yeeeeah, we will. Nothin' like takin' down an evil TV studio for some good old-fashioned family bonding time! [Was that a veiled attempt to get rid of him because no]

...but first, I'm gonna kidnap Norman.

[...there are several things that Bruce can say to that

but first]

...why are you kidnapping him?

You seen mental hospitals in the sixties? It's not gonna go well, I can promise you that right now.

I'll find someplace outta town back home, get him set up with some fake documents, and we'll all be a lot better off. I don't need to be wondering what the hell is going on with all that. [Especially if people here are going to keep in general touch via portal technology. No one ever needs a surprise visit from Norma Bates.]

[...yeah, that's a very fair point there.]

You should probably give him some warning before hand, at least. [Last thing that guy needs is more reason to be in utter discomfort.] And if you need a hand with it...

[Well. He'll be around.]

Oh, sure, I'm not gonna carry him off!

[.....]

Unless I need to. But he'll probably see my point!

Just don't actually kidnap him.

[Make it, like... a willing kidnap. Hell if he knows.]

C'mon, you think I'd do somethin' like that?

[There is no right answer, and judging from Stan's grin he knows it.]

[Just have a quiet sigh from Bruce.]

...please don't get in trouble. The last thing either of us needs is to deal with the police from the sixties.

Hahahahaha! Don't worry, there's no extradition here!

[We assume, given the serial killers wandering freely]

[It may or may not be the best assumption to make, Stan.]

Still, best to be careful.

[They don't want to get into trouble before they've even started.]

Yeah, they're gonna freak out, if he's even on their radar. [Because it kinda sounded like he'd been murdering people for a while? Cops what are you doing over there] If there's nothin' he needs there, better to just never go back.

[Let's be honest cops in the sixties weren't really all that effective.]

I'm not sure how his situation back there is, but--best to be prepared for anything.

It'll be fine. We've all dealt with a lot worse than a buncha cops.

[Within the last hour, even.]

[...yes, but that still doesn't change things.]

I know.

[A pause.]

I know you can handle yourself, but I still would rather you not risk it too much.

...yeah, okay. You got it, doc.

But the same goes for you, alright? Don't go runnin' off on any murder business without the rest of us.

I will.

[Well, he'll do his best, at least. No actual guarantees if he won't entirely do if if he feels the need to, however...]

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