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"Okay," says Enzo, leading Mark into the digimat room, "just stand over there in the target area so I can shoot you with this laser."

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a1enzo

"That's the one!" You know, with the great big sign saying COMICS.

Enzo comes in to hover in front of the store, keeping out of the way of pedestrians as best he can, and hops off onto the sidewalk.

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1nv1nc1ble

"'Scuse me," Mark says to the sprites on the sidewalk as he comes in for a landing. The binome dressed in black, with what appears to be white facepaint, nods silently and stops his rendition of "Coding Against the Wind" long enough to let Mark set down without causing any disruption. (Clearly, MIMEs get more respect in the Net than in meatspace.)

He looks up at the sign. "Truth in advertising," he says, mildly amused.

Edited Date: 2013-01-06 07:44 pm (UTC)

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a1enzo

Inside, the store looks similar to any comic shop on Earth, down to the pudgy, bearded binome behind the counter. Instead of racks of loose issues and trade paperbacks, however, there are row upon row of small windows displaying covers, each with an ADD TO CART button.

Edited Date: 2013-01-06 08:19 pm (UTC)

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1nv1nc1ble

Mark looks around the room, nodding to himself. It's not Night Flight Comics, but he knew that. But it's certainly kin. He drifts down the first row of windows, bearing the logo "New Releases."

"Hmm. The Code Ranger... Web Patrol... True Tales of the Guardians... Matrix and AndrAIa's Game Adventures... Hey, man, this guy looks a little like you." The window displays a brawny sprite, dressed in barbaric clothing, back-to-back with a piscean warrior princess, bearing the title "Trapped in the Hyperbolean Age!"

Edited Date: 2013-01-07 03:36 am (UTC)

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a1enzo

Enzo doesn't even have to look. "That's 'cause he is."

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1nv1nc1ble

Mark gives Enzo a puzzled look for about half a minute before he remembers that Enzo probably can't tell what his face is doing in his current configuration. "This," he says, pointing at his expression, "is apparently my confused face, because... dude, what the heck?"

Edited Date: 2013-01-07 08:16 pm (UTC)

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a1enzo

Enzo snickers a bit. "Wow, I really haven't explained anything about my family, have I?"

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1nv1nc1ble

"Well, aside from the fact that your brother-in-law is a Guardian and flies because he's merged with his keytool, and one of your nieces has inherited that trait, not really." He pauses, then adds, "Unless you count your super-powered girlfriend as family. Some people do."

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a1enzo

"I do, but I meant, you know, family family. See, I'm a backup copy. There's two Enzo Matrices, only the original just goes by our last name."

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1nv1nc1ble

"So... he's...," Mark points at the comic cover and then back to Enzo, "... you?" He considers this, then adds, "So, you're like a clone."

"That's gotta be a little weird."

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a1enzo

"It was at first. You get used to it. Dani's a clone, too," he adds. "One of the first things we had in common."

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1nv1nc1ble

[OOC: Sorry about the delay. I've been sick.]

Mark considers this. "That's weirdly romantic."

He turns and scans the list of titles. Web Patrol looks interesting, and further down there's a Tales from the Null Sector, which looks to be a horror anthology of some sort (at least those look like zombies on the cover image, and the title blurb is talking about a Virus). "I can bring stuff back with me when I go back through the digimat, right?" he asks.

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a1enzo

"Voice down," Enzo murmurs. "Yeah, it's good at objects."

One could even say it's... object-oriented. Eh? Eh?

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1nv1nc1ble

"Sorry. Forgot." He reaches down into the cuff of his boot - where he normally keeps his cash when he's in costume - and pulls out an electric blue and chromed gold rectangular object with a reproduction of the "I" emblem on his costume.

See that, Enzo? That's his confused face again. "This was supposed to be my wallet," he says quietly. He turns it over in his hands and notices that it has a seam around the edge. A little experimentation shows that it opens, just like a wallet. He extracts a piece of what looks like paper money, with a "10000" in the corner. Doing the translation in his head, he nods in comprehension, and says, mostly to himself, "Weird." But then he shrugs (after all, money is money) and taps the window for Web Patrol and hits the Move to Cart button. He knows he's got enough for a few comics, at least.

Edited Date: 2013-01-15 01:09 am (UTC)

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a1enzo

Enzo selects Tales from the Null Sector and a new, thoroughly apocryphal Tron adventure.

"Your money should still be the equivalent amount," he murmurs. "That's the simplest part of the conversion, really."

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1nv1nc1ble

Mark nods. He selects a copy of Tales as well (because, zombies), and a copy of True Tales of the Guardians. He spies another book, The ESCapist, and on a whim, picks up a copy of it as well.

"We have this one at home," he says quietly to Enzo. "A version of it, at least. It's very good."

Edited Date: 2013-01-15 01:31 pm (UTC)

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a1enzo

"I'll check it out. You can tell me which version's better."

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1nv1nc1ble

"Deal. I still owe you a copy of Science Dog anyway." He turns back to consider other titles, and is interrupted by a strange digitized grumbling from somewhere near the bottom of the logo on his chest. "I believe," he says dryly, "that our next stop has been decided. What's good to eat around here?"

Edited Date: 2013-01-16 03:03 am (UTC)

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a1enzo

"We're near McAfee's. They've got a good Guardian discount."

Mmm, pub food.

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1nv1nc1ble

"Works for me. Let's ring these out and go get some snackage." Mark tries not to think about how he's going to eat like this. He figures that it'll work itself out when he gets the food in front of him. He turns and heads toward the counter, purchases in hand.