Johnny Cade was last and least.

[Sam was taking a break from cleaning up the warehouse from the earthquake and found himself wandering Xanadu. There he sees a guy about his own age but a few decades behind him smoking.]

Someone should probably tell you those give you cancer. The cigarettes, not the coke.

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[Johnny jumped a little in the seat like Sam had shouted "boo!" instead, and blew out a lungful of smoke forcefully before he choked on it.]

Well, it ain't like it'd kill me, I'm dead already.

[Oops, slightly more blunt than he'd intended.]

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[Sam winced at that. He probably should be more careful about that sort of thing.]

Oh, man, I'm sorry to hear that.

[Sam stuck out his hand.]

Sam Witwicky.

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[Johnny shrugged; he hadn't meant to make the situation so awkward, it just sort of came out.]

It don't bother me anymore.

[He shrugged a shoulder, then shook with his left hand.]

Johnny Cade. [A pause!] You aren't from the 60's, are you?

[ooc: Sorry about the delay! I had classes all day today.]

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Well, that's good I guess.

[Sam sat down on the bench next to Johnny. If Sam was a more diligent student, that name might mean something.]

No, I'm from 2008.

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[Johnny just stared over at Sam there for a second, before shaking his head as though to clear it.]

Shoot. I ain't ever gonna get used to that.

[He paused and snubbed out his cigarette on the side of the bench opposite of where Sam was sitting, before debating how much he should even be asking, what with being too dead to look forward to experiencing 2008 for himself.]

What's it like?

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It's a lot like here. You know, except without all the wizards and vampires and aliens and robots.

[Technically, there were aliens and robots in Sam's world, but they weren't that common.]

Lots of computers and cellphones and such.

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Oh.

[Sam your alien robots are the coolest thing ever though.]

Well we got computers, too, they just ain't so... small. [An earnest pause...] A whatphone?

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Yeah, take up entire rooms and stuff. I remember reading about that in school.

[Sam reached into his pocket and dug out his cell phone.]

A cellular phone. Basically a phone without a cord and it has the internet, which is like the network, only bigger. You can play songs on it and watch videos too, if you have a nice one.

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[Johnny can't help but stare at it, trying to smother the awe with a blank expression, because it's pretty tuff.]

So it's a tiny radio and television, too?

[He's having a rough time wrapping his head around it so he just goes the safe road of asking,]

Is that one a nice one?

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Yeah, pretty much. And it's fairly nice.

[Sam moved through a few options on the phone before it started playing Linkin Park.]

See? Music.

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[Ahaha Sam now you just get A Look. He comes from the era of Elvis and the Beatles and hippies strumming on their guitars, he does not know what to do with Linkin Park.]

..... That's music?

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[Sam rolled his eyes.]

You sound like my dad.

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[Johnny wrinkled his nose.]

Well it don't sound like nothin' I ever heard. Don't you got Elvis or anything in 2008?

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[Sam hesitated for a moment. Should he tell him Elvis and two of the Beatles were dead? Since Johnny was dead it probably didn't matter.]

Yeah, but Elvis died in the 70's. And the Beatles broke up and John was killed and George died not too long ago.

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May I join?

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:D Please do!

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[She loved to stroll in Xanadu during her lunch break, she ate little and quickly to admire the nature beginning to bloom at Spring. The seasonal allergies didn't affect her. As she walks, she catches the glimpse of a young man, sitting on a bench, drinking a bottle of coke. At distance, she can distinguished something dark on the surface of his skin, growing curious she approaches but not until the hand had been put out her sight. This virus is making me paranoid.]

Make sure to not leave your cigarette on the grass when you finish.

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[Johnny looked up real quick, before slouching in his seat. He's always uncomfortable talking to women (and just talking in general), especially real nice looking ones that don't start out their conversations swearing. Non greaser-girls, basically.]

Shoot, I ain't gonna. I already learned my lesson.

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That's good. There are trash bins around the corner.

[Lilith advised him with a warm kind voice, keeping her gaze from inspecting the hand for the moment.]

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[Johnny's gaze averted and his ears grew hot; he wasn't used to anybody speaking to him so nicely.]

Okay. [He fidgeted with the cigarette between his fingers, before glancing back up hesitantly. She looked way different than anyone he'd ever seen - er, before coming to the City anyway.] Where are you from?

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From India.

[She replies smiling, omitting the "before I traveled to Mars" from polite conversation.]

As an adult I lived somewhere and I was settled in Paris recently.

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[It's a good thing she does, because Johnny has barely managed to wrap his head around the whole landing on the moon thing in the City, let alone Mars.]

Oh. [He... didn't really know what to say.] Well that's pretty neat.

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And where are you- [Lilith was going to ask as pleasantries, but her smile fades when she spots the small hints of marks of geostigma.]

May I see that?

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[Johnny glanced down where she had been looking, and flinched when he realized what she had seen. The bottle he was holding jerked with his fingers, and carbonation started to fizz slowly out the of top and down the sides.]

I- I don't think you wanna, it's real gro-- weird.

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I'm a doctor.

[Lilith reassurances him, extending her hand.]

I need to take a look at your hand.

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[Well Johnny doesn't really like doctors, and after dying in one he really doesn't like hospitals, but the rash on his hand isn't something he can actually ignore, no matter how much he's been trying to. After a real long moment of hesitation, he leaves the soda where it's sitting on the bench and holds up his hand.]

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[She assents her head in gratitude and inspects the rashes. Her eyes widen slightly.]

This is Geostigma.

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[His fingers twitch and he is obviously uncomfortable with the scrutiny, eyes diverting until she talks.]

I... got no idea what that means.

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