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Introductions seem to be in order. I'm Sam Kirk, here filling in for my brother for a bit.

I have to be honest, I'm not sure if Jim was a Warden or an Inmate. I could see both, really. Since it's Jim. [AND THAT SHOULD SAY IT ALL]

Anyway, it's nice to meet you all.

[Spam for Hego]

[Sleeping in the same bed with someone wasn't really something new for Sam. Because you know, he was married. So it didn't really register with him immediately that something was off as he was waking up, still caught in that early morning fog where you don't really remember what happened last night. Like when you agreed to take your little brother's place on a prison boat.]

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[Yeah that wasn't Aurelan's voice.

Sam opened his eyes, blinked for a few seconds and then sat up, also trying to edge away from the other man, because while he wasn't going to judge Jim for whoever he slept with, including blue haired men, but he didn't want to be associated with that. He liked his marriage, thank you.]

"Uh, hello. I'm Sam."

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"Sam!" He offered a hand, forcedly oblivious to the awkward. "It is an absolute pleasure to meet you. Are you...visiting too?"

You get a surprised look for that sir, because if Jim wasn't sleeping with you, then who was he canoodling? But Sam took his hand anyway and shook it. "Yeah. For my brother, Jim. Who are you here for?"

"My sister, Shego. You know, I wasn't so sure about this when I was first told I'd be visiting," more like 'warned', really, "but I think a place like this could be just the think she needs to nudge her back onto the right path. And it must be working if she's such good friends with this brother of yours. I don't think I ever remember her ever - well - so much as talking to someone she didn't have to."

Apparently extremely alien situations made him talkative and overshare-y.

Sam didn't want to say that just because his brother and your sister didn't even have to like each other all that much for something like this to happen because that just seemed mean. And who knows, maybe this Shego girl was a lovely peach.

"Kinda sounds like Jim when we were kids. Maybe they're good influences on each other."

'Shego as good influence' seemed to genuinely bewilder him for a moment but he bounced back quickly.

"Well, you seem like an upstanding fellow, so I'm sure he's a good egg." He moved to get out of bed, making the mattress undergo an almost sesimic movement when his muscle mass shifted. "Though I'm not so sure about this Admiral. You think he'd let a man dress for the occasion."

Sam wasn't really a saint, Hego. You know, leaving little brothers behind and all.

"Or at least not grab us when we're sleeping," Sam agreed with a nod. "I didn't catch your name by the way."

Well, he doesn't know that does he.

"Hego," he didn't say it exactly like it needed an exclamation point, but maybe an underline, "of Go City. Where've you been brought from?"

Sam has literally never heard of that place. But he wasn't the galaxy traveler like Jim, so that wasn't that odd.

"Deneva. I got stationed there to do research."

"A researcher, eh? I'm surprised! You look more like the type who'd be out in the field."

So says the man who has approximately the physique of a truck.

"Nah, I like the lab." You know, on a backwater planet that clearly doesn't get news very often.

"What is it you do?"

Hego was briefly arrested, because he was planning on spending his visit as his heroic self but here he was without his mask. Darned complicated double life.

"A bit of everything! I'm flexible. Like to keep my options open."

Sam was pretty sure that meant unemployed. But hey, no judgment. Some planets it was really hard to find work.

"Right. I assume this is your sister's room?"

He scratched his cheek thoughtfully.

"I suppose it must be! Last time I saw her, she was living in some kind of a mountain lair, but I'm delighted to see she's traded up."

Living in a lair, that's great. What kind of people are you sleeping with, Jim.

"Well, I don't think it's Jim's so. She's got good taste."

Awesome sexy people, Sam, that's who. Anyway, all Hego's furniture was flat-packed and Swedish so Shego's more expensive Bauhaus-y taste was completely impenetrable to him.

"She's always had an eye for the finer things in life, my sister. Pity about how that must've contributed to the life of crime. I'm sure you can find out where your brother's bunking if you ask around some."

"I'll do that." Or just wander around until he found a door that looked like it belonged on Enterprise. Stupid little brother.

"It was nice meet you, Shego."

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