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Manhattan, Tuesday
May. 7th, 2024 12:29 pmDon had heard that, legally speaking, coming back from the dead was one of the most complicated pains in the neck you could ever have to deal with, or at least that it was outside of New York. In New York, they had legal resurrection down to a science: you went to the third floor of the Manhattan DMV as soon as it opened, and you asked for Roberta.
When it was his turn to approach Roberta's desk, she asked without looking away from her computer, upon which she was typing furiously, "How can I help you?" like she didn't really want to help him, but she'd do it anyway. Don was honestly a little intimidated. Thor liked her immediately, and said so.
Don ignored him and told her, "I died." This got him merely a hum of acknowledgment, and he added, in the interests of full disclosure, "And I maybe...was wiped from reality."
( You know, just normal things. )
(Establishy! NFB/NFI due to not being on the island yet!)
When it was his turn to approach Roberta's desk, she asked without looking away from her computer, upon which she was typing furiously, "How can I help you?" like she didn't really want to help him, but she'd do it anyway. Don was honestly a little intimidated. Thor liked her immediately, and said so.
Don ignored him and told her, "I died." This got him merely a hum of acknowledgment, and he added, in the interests of full disclosure, "And I maybe...was wiped from reality."
( You know, just normal things. )
(Establishy! NFB/NFI due to not being on the island yet!)
