Our avatars are in a room together

(Saitama's eyes light up as he sees the Strawberry Smiggles, and snatches them.)

"These look good. So anyway, you were working on a project?"

Kitchen

(@Saitama) (still eating her hoagie) Yeah. It's basically a protective suit of armor. It's almost complete, but it needs some beta-testing.

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-a man sits in the main room (ignore the blood on his face in avvie, it's not there -honest- ) -

-he's sat calmly-

-looking at a tablet on his lap, one leg crossed over the other-

-his face a mixture of disinterest, neutrality and wistfulness-

(hey newguy, there's a teenage girl walking in)

-calmly, and without much reservation-

Good day.

-he pans over something on the tablet in his lap-

Awful news, isn't it?

What's awful news?

The Atlanteans closing all diplomacy with our good earth?

Though I don't expect that you'd keep up with current events...

Well- you might.

But I don't want to assume.

...Atlanteans.

Have you been beneath a rock?

Yes, the Atlanteans.

As surprising as it was, and believe me- I was surprised too when I first saw the news- they came back.

Out of their portals.

Absolutely devastated the Greek Army... If it could even be called an army, honestly.

...Something new here every day.

It was in the 2030s so... You must have been young.

It's 2036...?

... Living in the past.

It's 2052.

...Do you know where you are right now, sir?

-looks around-

Well, not particularly.

Thought it was the local train-station, but this feels distinctly... different.

You're...in a different place now.

Wonderful to know that the place that feels different is a different place.

My observations are so wonderfully confirmed.

It is in fact a different place, than the train station of which I am familiar with- upon my commute...

Hey, being a smartass is my thing.

Well, you're certainly an ass.

-he smirks, smugly-

...Speaking my language. Where are you from?

England.

Specifically the county of Kent.

My name's August.

August Griffin.

Pleasure to make your acquaintance, I'm sure.

(nods) Eve Chance. Seattle, Washington.

Ahh- a Provincial American.

How quaint.

I suppose- as time travel goes- I won't give you any spoilers.

So there goes half my life.

Well, I doubt your universe has psychic Nazis, so I think we'll be fine.

Well- the Psychic Institute For Combined Pyschological And Genetic Research was driven out of business when it was found that they were seeking out psychics the world-over to drill them in camps to make them into mercenary super-soldiers. Before they were known to be psychics, of course- such as my mother who made her vigilante career of it.

The UPA was pretty ashamed to have one of their companies found in the war crimes commission, regardless.

The problem with having black ops agencies is when they- and their connection to you- is found out by a plucky journalist...