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[As has been the case since Christmas Day, residents may encounter a certain ocelot roaming the castle as well as the grounds. What, like he's supposed to keep him cooped up in his room? Poor little guy has had enough of Meowschwitz for a lifetime, thanks. Archer is thrilled, to say the least.

He's pretty harmless, with the exception of gratuitously marking his territory wherever he feels like it. His new master is pretty oblivious to any of this going on outside his own room - but that's nothing new. He apologizes for himself. Not really.

Still, as Sterling enjoys a romp outside in the snow with Babou and some of their new toys, he's in higher spirits than usual. The TLC from Molotov during their very Stepford Christmas has rejuvenated him a little, filling a void from his childhood that he didn't care to think about much. On that note, he sounds much happier than usual when he takes a break and cracks open his journal to chat with his fellow residents.]


So... what's up? How was everyone's Christmas? Anyone got any fun plans for New Years Eve?

[Really, it's about time he makes some friends around here. He's at least gotta try.]
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[Archer generally keeps to himself, but he's at the end of his rope with being stuck in Paradisa. At the moment, he's at the shooting range, emptying round after round into the target perfectly, just like he has every afternoon for the past week. It's getting pretty mundane, but it's something to do. He finishes off another magazine, packs up, and leaves the range to find somewhere quiet to sit with his journal. This time, instead of just listening to everyone, he speaks up.]

So what do you people even do around here for fun? I swear to God I'm going out of my mind in this place.

[He gives a long, drawn out, overly dramatic sigh.]

I mean, like, some of you must have tried getting out of here before, right? I'm not sure what the story is with this... world... or whatever, but there's obviously got to be a way to get back home since we got here in the first place. What's the deal, huh?
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[Sterling Archer, international spy, is suction-cupped to the outside of the 30th story of a skyscraper. His colleague is careening down to her death, having slipped mere seconds ago.]

AAAAAAARRRRRCCCCHHHHHHEEEEEEERRRRRRRRR!

I'M COOOOOOMMMMMMMIIIIIIINNNNNGGGG!

Phrasing! Oof!

[Archer launches off the building into a backwards swan dive and freefalls after her in hot pursuit.]

LAAAAAAANNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAA! WOOOOO HOOO HOOOO-HOOOOO!

[He passes her and turns mid-air, ready to grab on to the building again and catch her.

Instead, he comes to a sudden stop as he crashes down... on top of a dude... in some kind of bright turquoise body armor... in a strange kitchen he's never seen before in his life. The force of the fall slams them both into the counter, sending food flying everywhere as they both skid to a rough stop against the cabinets.]


WHAT THE SHIT? Where the hell am I? LANA!

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