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[need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com]

[everything has been pulled out of storage; notes newly organized and devices thoroughly dusted. It has taken him some time, but everything is finally up and running again as it should be.

Standing back from his work, Billy takes a minute to breathe a satisfied sigh and brush off his sweatshirt. The lab looks perfect. Gadgets gleam, monitors flicker with data. ...It's beautiful. He can't help but turn to the journal, his voice tinged with pride for the first time in ages]

You know... I didn't think I was much for nostalgia, but I can't help it. Two years is a long time.

[a happy basking pause. Give him a minute or so...]

...I guess this is why people make scrapbooks and stuff, huh?

[right, onto business. He clears his throat. It's been a while--]

[filtered to Bad Guys, Villains, Evil-Doers, and Antagonists]

Two years. That's like a lifetime in this place. It feels like I've been stuck here... [sort of an off-kilter laugh!] ...well, it feels like I've been stuck here pretty much forever. Two years, and nothing changes. Nothing real, anyway...

So! It's time to do something-- meet new faces, see who else is lurking around out there. Shake things up a little. The appearance of an enemy helps, I think. It kind of... I dunno... reminds you what you're doing everything for.

Does anyone else get that?

[a thoughtful hum to himself, mind wandering...]

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[filtered to Captain Hammer]

[ah yes, one more matter to address. He clears his throat again]

Alright, you buffoon.

I don't know why this place would bring you back here, but... yeah, it doesn't matter.

Don't get comfortable.

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