Barfing forth apocalyptica:

Barfing forth apocalyptica:

Barfing forth apocalyptica:

It’s a Whensday. You see a person coming toward you. Can’t make out much of their face–they’re wearing one of those eye-doctor “lens-1-or-lens-2” things, wearing it like a mask. As they approach you, you can hear it click-click-clicking, as they search for the right magnification to view you with.

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  1. Tapping the security noticed pedal to alert the station beyond the intervening vestibule, and make sure Records is active.

    I casually say; “Hey Joe, rough night? The Colonel and Duke are already in Security & Strategy, when you’re ready. Annie hasn’t checked in yet. How’s your girl?”

    From inside the booth I’m Set and Ready to Process and Protect, at the safe distance marks I’ll Read this Person, the Sitch and any offered identification, as protocol prefers.

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