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Hey there.

You've reached Seamus Zelanzy Harper, unfortunately I'm unable to pick up the comm at the moment, so just leave a message and I'll get back to you pronto.

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TO: Seamus Zelazny Harper <trustintheharper@gmail.com>

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Note: Rooms are labelled amusingly for Apartment Identification.

Tenants/Residents
Large Apartment on Main Floor: (Vacant)
Apartment #1 (North (Large) Apartment, floor 2): mi6_m
Apartment #2 (South (Small) Apartment, floor 2): the_ascended
Apartment #3 (Floor 3, South Apartment): susanofnarnia
Apartment #4 (Floor 3, Two Bedroom Apartment w/Kitchen of Doom): certaintrouble
Apartment #5 (Floor 3, Small Apartment w/ Bedroom of Happy): captainliberty
Apartment #6 (Floor 3, Small Apartment w/ normal bedroom): hera_rises
Apartment #7 (Floor 4, South Apartment): blonde_doctor
Apartment #8 (Floor 4, Two Bedroom Apartment w/Kitchen of Doom): cheerfulgoth
Apartment #9 (Floor 4, Small Apartment w/ Bedroom of Happy): stargazer_ellie
Apartment #10 (Floor 4, Small Apartment w/normal bedroom): tricksy_spy

Basement Apartment: drlambert

Rubbing sleep out of his eyes, Harper noticed manila envelope on the floor near the door. Intriged, he picked it up and examined the contents.

His eyebrows jumped off his forehead. "I own this place now?"

First things first, he was moving.

Harper sat at his workdesk going over a wide selection of holosuite blueprints and schematics, he kept scribbling notes and diagrams on a flexi sitting next to him.

Harper was hard at work, tinkering and drawing up plans for a special project of his.

Suddenly music started playing...

Seamus Harper

Andromeda's chief engineer.
A mechanical pioneer,
He get you out of any fix,
With his massive bag of tricks,
On a search for romance,
With his girls Rommie and Trance

He's Seamus...Zelanzy Harper!

Leaning back against the wall of the gym, Harper examined his med-dispenser, turning it over and over in his fingers. Funny, he'd promised himself that the first thing he was going to do once those Magog larvae were gone was space the thing, but now he couldn't and not just because he lacked the means to space it. At least he didn't have to worry about little Magog gnawing their way out of his belly anymore. Golden not!Trance had taken care of that, even if she'd also sent him to this place.

This place. Fandom. With it's blizzards, armoured troops, tiny redhead doctors and Mounties. Mounties! And it was on Earth no less, an Earth without Nietzcheans or Magog.

This morning he'd been awakened and threatened by a scary blonde girl, then later gotten involved in a battle against snow monsters,
met a snowbabe who'd so wanted him, even if she'd melted before he'd gotten any action.

And tonight at victory party he'd spoken to a couple more people and found out that there's been a Beka here, only she didn't sound anything like his Beka.

But where did that leave him?

All he had was his clothes, his blaster, forcelance, tool-belt and tools (thank the Divine), dataport and this damn med-dispenser. Which, okay was a decent amount of things for a guy who currently had barely a throne to his name, but he didn't have Beka, or Rommie, Trance, Dylan, or even Tyr.

Sighing, he hung the dispenser around his neck again. Whatever else it might have been, it was still a little piece of home.

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