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[doctopoda]

I mostly did it to avoid arrest.
And for the oversight, I'll admit that.
But even if anything did happen now, they'd probably turn it into some grand publicity stunt for Fantastic.

[And of course, now David knows about the chip and how to fix it. He's got other friends too, who would step in. That wasn't the case when he first arrived; he'd seen very few potential options other than the guilds.]

Well. If I start up a local chapter of the Sinister Six, you can be in.

[no doubt he has previously complained about how ridiculous he finds that entire business!]

[helpdesk_hero]

I won't let you be his show off project, promise. Always.

And I can't join that. I don't have an animal theme.

[doctopoda]

Neither did Beck! He was part of that, wasn't he?

[Otto doesn't really consider himself to have an animal theme either, but he knows everybody else does, so he's sort of done fighting it.]

Thank you. That really does mean a lot.

[helpdesk_hero]

Oh come on, illusions? The pattern on his suit? Dude was clearly closet cosplaying a chameleon!

I know. And I also know I trust you in a pinch. It goes both ways.

[doctopoda]

He always reminded me of that Haunted Mansion ride that Disney has. The ghost in the crystal ball?
He was an odd one.

[Otto never really had any problems with him - he seemed to be trying to leave the villain life behind, and certainly Otto could sympathize with that. He'd always kept an eye out though. Felt a little responsible for making sure he didn't cause any trouble.]

Well, we'll see what happens. I think I may need to research the Society healthcare options first.

[The delights of being a total wreck. Don't get old, David! Or, you know, electrocuted like ten times and fused to a hunk of metal.]

[helpdesk_hero]

Depending on the Beck you can get some interesting results.

I'd offer myself as health care but I can tell you what the society will suggest and it's a great option. He's known as Elixir.

[doctopoda]

I wonder if he ever cropped up back in my world?

Oh? Someone you know?

[helpdesk_hero]

Who knows. It's always hard to tell what will come.

You could say that. We're both from the same earth.

[doctopoda]

I'll take that recommendation.

[helpdesk_hero]

Good. I believe he's set up in LA. Don't be shocked if he briefly hesitates when seeing you. He'll still treat you.

[doctopoda]

Don't worry, I'm used to all that.

[He knows what it means for someone to come from David's world!]

[helpdesk_hero]

you don't deserve to have to. I'm sorry.

[doctopoda]

It's fine! I'm not exactly innocent in all of this myself.

[helpdesk_hero]

You've proven you've come past that.

[doctopoda]

Well, still. I understand where people are coming from. All the other versions of me I've heard of sound like pieces of work.
Maybe in a perfect world we wouldn't judge people based on their alternate selves, but under the circumstances I think it makes sense to be cautious.

[helpdesk_hero]

I got to meet the alternate version of one of my teachers recently. It is not easy, at all.

[doctopoda]

It didn't go well? I'm sorry.

[helpdesk_hero]

No, it's more that it's awkward. He has family in my world and I don't know if he does there so it's awkward.

[doctopoda]

Oh. Yes, I can see that being strange.

[Forgetting the usual alternate-Otto problems - it'd be very unsettling to meet a version of himself, one more like him than Jumpsuit Otto, who had never married.]

[helpdesk_hero]

I basically owe his son my life. And his young clone. And him for teaching me. It's all a mess. You're easier to balance since I didn't know Doc Oc personally.

[doctopoda]

Oh, I see.
Did he recognize you?

[helpdesk_hero]

No, it seems I don't exist in his world?

[doctopoda]

[Yikes!!!]

That must have been rough.

You could still exist there, and he just hasn't met you yet.

[helpdesk_hero]

Entirely possible. But he's buttoned up damn tight.

[doctopoda]

Give it time. I'm sure he'll come around to you.