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please mister postman

[while some of you have been busy dealing with viruses ... other members of the community have had their own troubles. such as, oh, divorce fallout, and mysterious tiny golden ships landing in their public parks.

let's see how that's working out for them, shall we? thankfully, the community's kind enough to oblige for those of you interested....]

[the feed will crop up on the little screen in Jay's dashboard, for those of you who'd like to ... well, put your two cents in on this ~~totally un~~expected turn of events]

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[Jay just smirks and starts the car, pulling out of the Post Office parking lot]

[Kevin's just going to stare out the window.... and then realize that he probably might not want to do that because there's dog drool and nose smears all over the glass.

he sighs and ... puts the window down]

... Had to come and do that at my place of business didn't you. Couldn't just wait till I went home. Now they're gonna be short-staffed.

[Jay rolls his eyes]

Yeah, 'cause savin' the world is one thing but damn, people gotta get they Time Magazines on time!

[He just snerks and shakes his head]

Come on, man, you can't tell me you ain't the least bit curious 'bout all this shit?

The least bit. [he sighs a little, raising his eyebrows. his eyes dart around the car, out the window, up to the rear-view mirror, then back to Jay, as he licks his lips. it's the only sign he dares to let himself give about how nervous he is about all of this. on the one hand, he's had enough upheavals to his life, lately - what's one more? but on the other, this one's a real doozy if it's true. and all evidence so far says it might be.]

Maybe. But I'd appreciate it if you'd watch your language.

[He glances over]

You jus' saw aliens all up in yo work, pullin' they heads off an' you worried about my language?

[He laughs]

Damn, man, you ain't changed a bit.

Can't do a thing about the aliens, son. [but he can about the language. or so he thinks. aheh.]

Not yet, at least. [he smiles.]

How ya doin', man?

[you're getting The Look again, but it's just a touch exasperated this time]

How. Do you think. I'm doing.

[he leans his head back against the seat and looks up at the ceiling of the car. well. at least the car still looks like a car, the roads outside still look like roads, and he's still a human being, himself. yes. accentuate the positive, Kevin, this is an excellent plan. he thinks back to what the therapists said to him after the coma: just keep moving forward]

... Arright.

[he lets out a slow, thin sigh]

You said there was a ... situation. And we've got what, 'least four hours to New York. You should probably start in on the details. Even if I can't guarantee I'll believe all of 'em.

[He sighs, shooting Kay a sheepish smile]

Sorry, man, I jus'... I ain't never thought I'd get to talk to you 'gain when we weren't jus' talkin' through that weird-ass community thing. Hell, we wouldn't be talkin' now if it weren't for Serleena gettin' all up in here an' causin' problems.

[He pauses for a moment, merging into traffic on the highway. He takes the time to collect his thoughts. Well, Kay's gonna hear all about it anyway so he might as well fill him in. Well, about what he knows at least. Once he gets on the highway he sets the autopilot for MiB headquarters and takes his hands off the wheel. He rubs one hand over his head and sighs before looking at Kay. He wants details? Okay, he'll give him details.]

Here's the deal - last night a class C Kylothian ship crash landed in the park carrying Serleena. Now she's tearin' 'round the city with some dumbass two-headed dude killin' folk lookin' for the Light of Zartha. The thing is, the Light of Zartha's s'posed to be long gone. Supposedly it was sent off the planet by you 25 years ago to get it away from her the last time she was here. Problem is you're the only one knows anythin' 'bout what happened to it so if we gonna save the planet we gotta get at whatever secrets you got hidden away inside that melon'a yours.

[He points at Kay for emphasis before dropping his hands and staring expectantly at his ex(?) partner, waiting for the rebuttal]

[Kid actually sounds like he might have just genuinely missed him, for a second there, which is odd for a couple of reasons. firstly, he's rude and loud and inconsiderate and just all sorts of Young Hotshot, in almost every way that ought to set him off. secondly ... it doesn't. and he can't figure out why. thirdly, he ... wonders why he almost feels like he missed a complete stranger, too. even in this car, that he's never set foot in before, talking about something that makes no sense, with a talking pug in the backseat ... he's oddly comfortable. which just makes him think back to about half an hour ago.

"Why do you think you're so comfortable here?"

as much as he hates to admit it, and as little sense as it makes, the suggestion is starting to have merit. he takes the whole schpeal about Serleena in, but his eyes flicker back and forth between Jay, the wheel, and the road.

numerous times.

pointedly.

um.]

[He follows Kay's gaze.]

What the hell you staring at, man? I'm sittin' here trying to give you the lowdown of the alien bitch 'bout to blow up Earth an' all you can do is stare at the damn car. [beat] Oh. [yeah now he gets its] Oh! Yeah, right. This? [He gestures to the wheel and, well, the fact that he's not holding it] Yeah it's jus' one'a the special features. This thing's got all the bells and whistles an' shit.

Oh. .... M'arright. Long's we're not gonna crash while you're giving me the "low. down" on things, I guess that's fine. But I will tell you that absolutely zero percent of this is ringing any bells.

Psshh ain't nothin' gonna happen, man. An' I ain't surprised you don't remember nothin' [He pulls the neuralizer out of his pocket.] This is a standard issue Neuralizer. It wiles memories so we don't hafta worry 'bout people knowin' all the shit I kid's showed you.

[he'll just stare blankly at that for a moment and give up on pretending he understands]

Uh ... huh.

[He smiles] All you gotta do is trust me.

[yeah, see, that ... that's the part he should be having trouble with. a LOT more trouble than he is. and that's what really bothers him. he feels completely at home with a total stranger, maybe even more than he did his wife. and that's scary as hell. uncomfortably:]

Got in your car, didn't I...

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... wow autocorrect really did a number on that one didn't it? /sigh

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