The Tune
Issue/Episode 5, Volume/Season One
The Quatro arrives at Adam’s Garden Resort. Pamela and Tricia leave the car to check in. Deep Inside Of You, by Third Eye Blind, is faintly played to layer the uncomfortable silence between Randall and Kelly. Randall is anxiously excited to finally be with Kelly in the flesh despite having talked to and grown with her for years.
Seeing her true physical face to face after years of being connected with Kelly mentally for so long. Ever-present shared/connected memories fill both of their minds. They’re both awkwardly thinking about their slow dance from when Kelly was in Vivian. Despite the external layer of grime from their first dance being with someone else’s face, the history they’d had growing together.
He was excited to see her face-to-face after having only connected with her mentally/intellectually until now. They were both sitting in awkward silence, trying to take in the totality of this surreally weird situation.
Randall:
(First thing coming to mind)
Psychic ability does wonders for your eyes.
(Coyly)
…Not…that you ever had bad eyes.
Kelly:
(Teasingly)
It’s fine; I was surprised by your college grades. Vivian seemed more impressed with your skills than I took you for…
Kelly:
(Awkwardly seeing the uncomfortable look on Randall’s face)
Sorry…I know that you want to think of her. …It was a really weird night.
Randall:
(Anxiously excited)
…I…miss seeing you as more than just a conversational phantom in my dreams. You as yourself in 3D seems a bit surreal to me and….
Kelly:
(Excitedly goofy)
Yyess ?
Randall:
We…we should talk after you do your thing to help us get a room. …There’s a lot more I want to say.
(Kelly laughs)
Kelly:
(Trying to break the awkwardness of the situation)
I wasn’t expecting A RESORT for our lodging.
Randall:
I know, right?
(Shrugs)
Hide where they’d least expect, though I guess?
(Randall smiles awkwardly)
Tricia taps on the window.
Tricia:
Hurry up, Pamela says they have a room, but we need you to “do your thing” to secure it.
Kelly does her thing to help sway the concierge to get them open rooms without inhabiting them. Kelly and Randall arrive in their room with separate beds. They both get into their individual beds, trying to brush off the weirdness of the past eight years.
Kelly:
(Semi-reservedly)
I got us a room together. I hope that I don’t regret it. This is already weird.
Randall:
(Reservedly)
God, yes, the last thing I need after eight years of you in my noggin is getting closer.
Kelly:
Still less awkward than the “fartplosion” you made trying to get into that frat house?
(Laughs)
Or fart house
They both laugh, reflecting nostalgically.
Randall:
God, this feels so self-indulgent.
(Sighs)
Us growing up together yet not growing up together.
Kelly:
(Reassuringly)
Hey, the Randall show was better than half the s*** I watched on TV when I was last fully me. Movies have gotten more interesting since ‘91 too.
(Sighs)
God I was so f***ing stressed out all the time. You…
Randall:
What?
Kelly:
(Bashfully)
Nothing
Randall:
You’ve been riding in and growing with me for years; I want to get to know you. Why me? Lazy bastard that I am.
Kelly:
THAT
Randall:
Laziness?
(Laughs awkwardly, offended)
That’s flattering.
Kelly:
(Sighs)
I don’t know,
(Turns in her bed to look at Randall)
You always seemed to improve from that, but…I always pushed myself and it led me to…less than nowhere. You’ve always had more of a…Zen approach to life, and I’ve…always been an overwhelmed wreck.
Randall:
(Looking at Kelly, feeling a surreal warmth, finally seeing the full, true her)
I think that you pushed me too. In ways. You got me past Stacy.
Kelly
(Laughs)
The bad poet
Randall:
God, that was you calling her that.
(Laughs reflectively)
I thought that she brought out a…sassiness in my subconscious..
Kelly:
Her rapping was grating to my ears. …Our ears?
Randall laughs, thinking about the emotional bloodletting he would have endured from the Stacy breakup if he was truly alone.
Randall starts to cry, feeling closer to Kelly yet apart from her and proud of her in ways he’d never thought of.
Randall
(Through tears)
Thank you, thank you so much, Kelly.
Kelly
(Smiling warmly)
Of course, I guess I’d say it’s what I’m here for, but I don’t know what that is.
(Contemplating her fuller existence)
…Being that made me
(Thinking out her current situation)
…not that…I guess. I feel..
Kelly and Randall
(Together)
Lost
They both laugh at the surreal experience they’ve found the other in. They both anxiously start doing the only thing they can think of to ground them: whistling “Patience” by Guns N Roses. They both say good night to the other, feeling an oddness of it being more of an external action now then an intuitive knowing. They both nod off to sleep thinking of their last lives within the other and their potential futures without.
North American Scum, By: LCD Soundsystem, wakes him up as the bed and room itself awakens him more until he sits up. A mysterious voice begins to hum along.
Mysterious Voice:
Can’t get it outta your head, can you?
(Laughs)
Welcome to the brave new world!
Randall:
(Groans)
The hell?
Mysterious Voice:
Los Angeles, but we get that a lot, ooo suddenly IN THE FUTURE - what does it mean?
(Laughs jubilantly)
I just want to psych you up,
(Robotically trying to sound personable)
My Dude.
Keeps humming along to “North American Scum”
Mysterious Voice:
I’m going to desperately try to get this damn song out of my brain. An intrinsically deep earworm for you, especially you indie rocker showstopper, was vital to bridge you to THIS now. However, we can talk through the flying car’s AI outside when you’ve woken up a bit more.
Randall groans, opening his eyes, waking up in his king-sized, perfectly made “bed-mallow”. An AI-connected bed that’s “Sleepy-time Perfected,” as the label on the mattress insists. (A subsidiary of “Hidden Orchard” consolidated).
Randall’s AI system, Hey-O, comes online.
Hey-O:
Good morning, I am Hey-O, your personalized “Wake-Uptron”. May I get you some orange juice? You seem to have a headache? Perhaps an aspirin?
Randall starts stretching while still taking in this strange new world.
(Groans)
What…
Hey-O:
They mentioned you’d wonder what year it is?
(Robo sassiness)
You humans can be so slow sometimes; it is 2007 for the record. He told me to say “welcome to the future “ I thought it seemed too…operatic, but he can be too.
Randall:
(Accusingly)
So, what‘s the downside to this “super utopia”? Is there some sort of homeless death mill around here or something?
(Laughing anxiously at the world he’s found himself in)
Making some chum out of bums?
Mysterious Voice:
(Brushing the reference off)
The notion of homelessness is such a human sense of inequality. We’re beyond that now. Nobody in this new world will live with any such pain or uncertainty.
Mysterious Voice:
(Reassuringly)
I’ve called a flying car to help show you the wonders of my work. It should be outside the Reynolds Manor by the time you’re outside.
(Excitedly)
I’m sure that you’ll enjoy the ride.
Randall leaves the Reynolds Manor as a flying car (shaped like an electric razor with fan-type engines and reverse magnetism to fly) descends. There is a small logo for the “Forbidden Edge” automotive company on the car. The door opens as Randall reservedly debates whether to enter the car or not. An AI with a model based on a curvy red-haired woman enters from the trunk of the car and invites Randall inside.
AI Woman:
Good morning, Randall, my boss wanted me to welcome you to their exciting new world with a warm and welcoming face.
The AI woman sees the uncomfortable look on Randall’s face and reserved body language.
AI Woman:
(Disappointed)
…You could always walk there, but that just seems…disappointingly old-fashioned...and overly exhausting.
Randall:
(Under his breath)
A flying car does seem pretty f***ing fun.
AI Woman;
I can go back into the trunk during the flight if you’d be more comfortable. My boss just felt you’d be more comfortable with a guide on the way to Tricia.
Randall stands up, reserved, to contemplate getting in for another few seconds. He looks at the new world outside of the manor before becoming overwhelmed at getting lost in this new world, succumbs, and gets in. He finds the seats as comfortable and deeply form-fitting as the bed he woke up in.
Randall:
(Pleasantly surprised)
Holy s***
The door closes as the flying car takes off. He feels a sudden jerk of takeoff, then a surreal feeling of weightlessness as the car starts its preset course.
AI Woman:
(Smiling warmly)
He said that you’d say something like that. Would you like to hear or watch the news to familiarize yourself with the new world? I can also narrate the latest news stories if you’d prefer to hear it from me.
Randall:
(Contemplatively overwhelmed)
..I’ll just watch the news.
A small HD flat-screen TV descends from the top of the car.
News program:
Today marks the official disarmament of the final nuclear weapon. In a world now without borders, there is no more need for offense.
(Transitions into a chorus of a new story)
With all being one, there’s no further division. Without division, there is no need for a deterrent. Without a detriment, what use is weaponry? Praise to the Savior.
News program:
(Returns to a formal news reporter tone)
Meanwhile…
The flying car arrives at Tricia’s condo, by the sea. Randall is excited to see the sea filled with manatees, dolphins, and peacefully engaging in the water, grazing together. The sea is almost crystal-like in its overwhelming light, clear, beautiful blue.
Tricia exits her condo wearing higher-end, formal clothes. Looking much healthier than she’s looked since 1980.
Tricia:
(Smiling excitedly)
Hey!
Tricia gives Randall a warm hug, seemingly finally content.
Tricia:
Welcome home, kinda weird seeing a new you, having just seen another you just yesterday. However, they said it may be something I’d need to adjust to.
Randall:
(Reservedly)
…Should it be?
Tricia:
(Smiling excitedly)
Of course
(Continues smiling broadly)
I’m so happy.
Randall feels happy for Tricia that she seems to be feeling content after her hellish years from the coma, yet still has an ever-present reservation.
Randall:
I’m…
(Trying to flow naturally conversationally despite his mild anxiety)
…glad you’ve been through so much before The Locker.
(Smiles reassuringly)
You deserve happiness.
Tricia:
I can swim with freaking manatees on the regular and end my day and…
Randall:
(Interrupting Tricia, overwhelmed by curiosity and rising anxiety)
…So what happened?
Tricia:
(Unnervingly jubilant)
They saved everything
(Smiling again (if she’s stopped since first seeing her))
IT happened in ‘99
Randall:
Who was the programmed person?
Tricia:
I don’t really recall; it was such a different, less fulfilling place then.
Randall:
(Anxiously)
…And…what happened to Pamela and Kelly?
Tricia:
Oh them
(Thinking deeply)
You know I haven’t thought about them in a while; that seems like a lifetime ago. But I’m finally free from so much.
(Smiles excitedly)
Please tell me that you tried the flying car?
Randall:
(Still weirded out by the oddities of this new world)
…I did.
Tricia:
Was it awesome or what?
Randall:
It was pretty damn cool.
Tricia:
And is this not the best air you’ve breathed in years? I feel so light and full of thought daily.
(Laughing pleasantly)
I think they even solved allergies.
Randall:
But don’t you miss Kelly and Pamela?
Tricia:
(Whispering under her breath)
I…do wonder about Kelly…. sometimes.
(Laughing back to normalcy)
I could live without Pamela, though.
(Continues smiling)
Now I don’t miss anybody.
Randall:
So, what happened on New Year’s Eve 1999?
Tricia:
For a moment, he won, then he let us all win.
Randall was curious about whatever the hell happened that fateful night. However, he also knew he probably wouldn’t get any more answers from Tricia.
Tricia:
(Reassuringly)
If this was such a hellscape, why would you still be alive? Or would the world be in such global peace?
(Her smile changed from a broad, overwhelming one to a smaller, warmer one)
They want us to excel with them as the greater leader than we’ve been to ourselves.
Randall:
I…
(Taking in the logic of this utopia yet with an overwhelming sense of foreboding)
(Laughs thinking of the most random thing he could think of)
Tricia:
(Knowingly)
You want to swim or surf with the manatees?
Tricia pushes a button on a remote, and a drone flies over. It has three buttons: one with a down arrow, one with an up arrow, and another open-clasp button.
Tricia:
When you’re ready, push the down button, and it’ll pick you up. I programmed the course to be 5 inches into the ocean over there.
(Points to the oceanside by her condo)
If you’re uncomfortable with this, you can press the down button for it to lower you and abandon course.
(Reassuringly)
Although…cannon-balling into the ocean is particularly awesome if you push the open clasp button slightly above the ocean.
Tricia pats Randall on the back warmly.
Tricia:
(Excitedly)
Have fun
Tricia smiles, knowing the exceptional thrills that Randall is in for. Randall contemplates how comfortable he is with indulging this further, waking up to the dark end of this nightmare vs thoroughly exploring once in a lifetime opportunities. He presses the down button and begins to soar over the clear blue skies. With light, breezy air and the smell of salt opening his nose in a way he’d never known.
How could someone feel so oppressed yet so free at the same time? He was flying yet feeling six feet under. The world looked so much cleaner beneath him, technologies he didn’t even begin to understand converting oxygen into energy and emitting hydrogen and vice versa. He felt the fullest he had ever felt in his life, yet completely weightless.
The fresh wind was blowing on his face and whole body as he felt like a bird. He was approaching the preset course as the drone had stopped. He pressed the open clasp button and felt the sudden drop as the clasps opened, and he intuitively entered a cannonball position. Feeling a rush of the clearest blue water, the salt didn’t even sting his eyes as he saw hundreds of fish beside him.
Many types he couldn’t even fathom living together, yet there was the ever-present harmony of this new world. What the f*** was wrong with him for brushing aside this heaven? Randall started swimming deeper, perfectly able to see the gorgeous kelp, seaweed, and reef life. The colors of the fish and beautiful reefs he had only known through documentaries.
He swam deep feeling a personal level of Zen yet…alone. As much as he had hated having Tricia and Kelly in his mind, he was only thinking of ..her. That night they shared dancing at Vivian’s house, feeling a similar yet opposite way to now. To speak nothing of the conversation at the resort that he now longed to get back to.
He missed her. He…needed her, wanted her, felt incomplete without her. That’s why this wasn’t heaven, because she wasn’t there. She was always there with him, and for him, yet now he felt a profound…emptiness as fulfilling as any utopia was; it wouldn’t be perfect without her.
Patience by Guns N Roses kept coming back to him, unable to shake the song or his thoughts of her. Swimming to the shore, he felt reborn. Awake and aware of what he needed to do, but he wasn’t sure how the hell to do it. Randall arrived on the shore to see three surfers approach him, all smiling with the same blissfully blank enthusiasm of the doctors from The Locker.
Surfer 1:
Hello friend, it’s a blissful day, isn’t it?
Surfer 2:
Bluest seas you’ve ever…seen?
(The three surfers laugh blissfully yet unnervingly in unison)
Randall:
Uh…huh
Surfer 1:
Give you a ride, friend?
Surfer 3:
We’d love to help our new friends.
Surfer 2:
And everyone is a friend now.
Randall:
(Placating to the newly blissed-out utopia)
Say, friend, are there still places for new music in this new bliss?
Surfer 2:
Of course, what is bliss without rhythm?
Surfer 1:
We’ll take you to The Tune Zone.
Randall:
It’s fine, I’ll walk.
Surfer 1:
You’ll go with us now.
“Roots Radicals” by Rancid or “Reach For The Sky” by Social Distortion suddenly starts to play from the sky. A flying Camaro rapidly approaches them with a more hardened Pamela with a robotic left leg and a cowboy hat at the wheel. There are three blind punks in the back. Ideally, the punks are wearing pink album shirts such as Milo Goes To College, by: The Descendants shirt, Marquee by: Television T-shirt, and a Parallel Lines, by Blondie shirt between them. All three put their hands to their temples as the three surfers shout in extreme pain.
Pamela opens the shotgun side of the door.
Pamela:
Get the f*** in
Pamela throws a flash grenade out to disorient the zoned-out surfers.
Pamela:
(Sternly)
You better not have been bull s***ting me kid.
Randall quickly gets into the shotgun seat as he grabs a tranq-gun in the car. He blasts at the surfers, one of whom grabs onto the car. One of the surfers reaches the trunk bed with the other psychics as the car takes off.
Black-screen POVs cycling between the three psychics; only sound is present as they try to find the surfer without sight. A surge of red blasts as one of the surfers begins to hit the blind psychic
Surfer:
Hit me, sumbitch?
Surges continue in the brain of the blind psychic.
Switch POV’s between the psychic punks, with the distance between the surfer to the psychics between them.
Randall:
So what the hell happened?
Pamela:
Give me a second; it’s just taking me back hearing YOU ask that.
Randall:
So, the New Year’s Eve drop switch flip happened?
Pamela:
No s***
Pamela gives the Camaro a sharp turn, throwing the surfer off balance. The surfer begins to groan with a painful psychic headache, overwhelmed by their pulse. The surfer falls from the boat into the ocean below.
Randall:
F*** off, I’m about eight years behind.
Pamela:
Ah normalcy
The flying “grabber drone” detects their car and pursues them.
The tentacle arms begin to extend, forcing open the car’s door, throwing the door into the ocean as it grabs Randall, pulling him out of the car.
(Pamela grabs a pistol)
Pamela:
(Shouting to Randall)
Randall, whatever you do, tell Kelly….
The drone extends another sharp tentacle towards Pamela as she unloads on the drone, exploding it and sending Randall falling, screaming as he does.
Randall awakens back at the resort in 1999.
Randall:
F***
Kelly groans, waking up.
Kelly:
Bad dream?
Randall:
(Still breathing anxiously)
Much worse; we need to talk tomorrow. I’ve gotta…at least attempt to get my nerves to return to normalcy.
Kelly starts to try nodding off again. During this, Randall is overwhelmed by the nagging, pervasive thought he’s had in both timelines.
Randall:
(Coyly)
…Would…you…after
(Laughs at the enormity of their current epic)
…If this is ever over, would you want to go on a date?
Kelly:
(Laughs anxiously)
What would we talk about? I’ve been with you for years. Knowing things as you, have you felt me that whole time?
Randall:
So…have you been thinking more about yourself during this? Long car rides for you to grow outside myself.
Kelly:
I…feel exhausted by music at this point. I also can’t help but feel ME being in an authoritative role would be a cheat. If there is a legit Antichrist…I don’t know; it puts what I can do into a new light.
(Kelly sighs, taking in the awkwardness of their first “half date”)
I…as awkward as the experience as getting there was…felt strangely content “riding shotgun” as Vivian. She had the knowledge base I wish I had, yet the stability I never did.
(Taking a deep, awkward swallow with an awkward lump in her throat)
…I think we…or at least I should talk to Vivian directly. With your experiences with Tricia, I don’t want that to be my legacy if I can have a more direct second chance. Even if we just danced, it was still a line that I crossed, which I need to make right.
Cut to The Quatro the next day, sitting outside a skate park.
Tricia:
(Sighs disappointed)
So I’m the sellout?
Randall:
You…seemed happy.
Tricia:
…That’s newer, at least.
Kelly:
(Excitedly)
Flying cars?
Randall:
Yeah, automated with TV screens in them and everything. Although, everything seemed…blissful yet...candy-coated. Like almost everyone was on a shared high or something.
Kelly:
And I was…
Randall:
I don’t know, but psychics were the only ones that didn’t seem welcome.
Kelly:
(Sighs in a familiar dower manner)
Are we ever?
Pamela:
And who was the poor bastard with the Antichrist Code?
Randall:
It seemed…like a hive mind at that point. Almost everyone there seemed…different…changed..
Kelly:
Yikes
Tricia:
So how did you get there? What happened to “their you” during that?
Kelly:
He wasn’t in your body if they were here.
Tricia:
Which broadens the mystery.
Pamela:
And just because you’re back here, does that mean that they’re back there?
Randall:
The Tune keeps coming back up constantly. They played some sort of…future song to connect me with…well…I guess that’s me.
(Sighs and mildly groans)
Ah, there’s that headache I figured I’d get for trying to understand this. There’s also apparently a “Tune Zone,” so…I’ll just start calling them AC. It’s a bit less continually unnerving, and they seem as interested in it as us.
Pamela:
So we need to use it to stop it, but they seem to need it to start it?
Randall:
(Groans)
…And there’s that headache again.
Tricia:
Maybe the presence of a specific song or type of musical frequency may keep whoever that you is is grounded to whoever they may be here?
(Angrily)
S*** seemed to wreck my noggin when you were me.
Pamela:
At the risk of stating or questioning the obvious
(To Tricia)
You seem to have come full circle regarding working with us.
Tricia:
I don’t like the notion of myself being superseded ever again.
Pamela:
(Firmly while trying to be diplomatic)
You say that now.
Randall:
Objectively, if she wants to prove herself in fighting the good fight, we have a few more months to do it. And…
Pamela:
Your status quo seems to currently be the most important?
Randall:
(Disappointed in his potential future self)
…It seems that way. I feel that it’d be good for you two.
(Pointing to Pamela and Tricia)
To watch me, while you…
(Points to Kelly)
…should do what we discussed last night.
Kelly
(Clarifying)
I need to right some wrongs.
Tricia:
Don’t we all:
(Sighs)
…But what the hell do I know? I’m just the one with good tas…
(Pauses, coming to a revelation)
…I think I know how to find another potential “Tune”.
(Notions to Pamela)
Tricia:
Do you still have a music industry alias in New York? If so we may actually be able to prevent…
Cut to Vivian in a history classroom.
Vivian:
The end of the world
(Pauses dramatically, addressing her class)
That’s an ever-present, yet ever-constant fear and monumental event throughout humanity’s history. From Johannes Stöffler, the German mathematician and astrologer’s global flood prediction of 1524 to that “peaky Yorkshire witch Mary Bateman’s Second Coming hoax” of 1806.
(Takes a deep breath)
All this tosh to say lots of people through the years just needed to keep their hair on.
(Laughs awkwardly
I…know that you’re feeling that you’re “the apocalypse generation” with Y2K forthcoming.
(Takes a breath thinking of her day with Kelly in her)
I’ve definitely…
(Trying to think of how to contextualize the event without being too weird)
Gone through my own weirdness. Which furthers the point that there’s nothing about 1999 for you all to worry about.
(Pauses before some dark brevity)
Though, of course, the classic Mayan apocalypse prediction of 2012…I suppose we’ll have to wait for that one.
(The class laughs awkwardly)
Vivian:
Class dismissed.
The class lets out.
Student 1:
Ms. Nithercot, I wanted to say that I truly appreciate what you said. In a world and year that’s so focused on endings, it’s a true revivification.
(Laughs awkwardly)
At least for me, that probably sounds stupid.
Vivian:
(Warmly taking in the oddness of her week)
Stupid or not, it’s a type of normalcy I’d more than welcome.
(Laughs uncomfortably)
Student:
It may be a leap, but have you ever considered politics?
Vivian laughs hysterically at the notion of having to deal with more strangers besides the small pool of people she’s comfortable with. The student awkwardly recognizes her potential mistake.
Student:
I just…in your single lecture, you’ve made me…less fearful of the future than most of our leaders these days.
Kelly walks through the university hallway, anxiously preparing herself to meet Vivian in person.
Kelly walks down the hall, rehearsing to herself the uncomfortable conversation she’s been thinking about for the last few days while walking onto Vivian’s campus.
Kelly:
Hi, Ms. Nithercott, you don’t…you don’t fully know me, but I…we’ve been very close.
A mysterious member of The Pendulum with long brownish red hair and a beard (wearing a white undershirt and khaki pants) still monitoring the campus approaches Kelly. The Pendulum member raises their hand, waving a white paper-like flag in surrender as Vivian walks past them.
Mysterious Pendulum Member:
(In surrender)
We no longer mean you or Randall harm; you’ve seen what we’ve needed to show. We need to talk about what our friend Randall saw in 2007.
At the same time, a schlubby man in his early 40s with frizzy black hair, wearing a turtleneck shirt with an unusual collar emitting an unusual frequency on their neck, approaches Vivian.
Man:
What’s your New Year’s resolution, Ms.Nithercott
(Smiles sinisterly)
My boss has a big one.
The mysterious Pendulum member and Turtleneck man to Kelly and Vivian simultaneously.
Both:
We need to talk about your future.
Kelly:
Isn’t this more about Randall’s future?
Mysterious Pendulum Member:
We’ve come to understand that Ms. Veronica Nithercott is corrupted by RandAlt. We need your help.
Kelly:
Damn, that’s a good nickname. Why don’t you discuss it with her?
Mysterious Pendulum Member
You understand her in a more…direct way. Better able to potentially connect with her
Kelly:
That’s what I was abou…
(Checks Vivian’s office, finding it empty)
Kelly:
Damn it
(Angrily)
For an organization connected to pendulums, you ass holes suck at timing. Come on.
Kelly runs through the halls with The Pendulum member following them as they both seek out Vivian.
Vivian:
(To the strange turtleneck-wearing man)
…I’m sorry, do I know you?
The turtleneck-wearing man awkwardly assesses their current body, realizing the random disconnect of it.
I’m sorry, I’ve made a mistake. Although I’m sure that we’ll talk very soon.
(Smiles knowingly as they walk away)
Do be sure to think about your future.
The mysterious turtleneck-wearing man slinks into the night, whistling “Deep Inside of You” by Third Eye Blind, confirming they’re a host of RandAlt.
End of issue/episode 5
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