( And then there's Ian, who might've once had the dress and demeanor of somebody that taught at a well-respected college, but his days at Berkeley are more a memory than anything now. He was a miscreant youth, and once the apocalypse hit his world all things professional became completely pointless. What you're left with is a guy who looks like he probably smoked a joint about ten minutes ago at any given time, that probably drinks Starbucks habitually and almost certainly has a large collection of plaid flannel shirts.
He's wearing one, actually, with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows and a set of safety goggles perched on his head holding his long hair back.
Prepare for the traditional greeting of his people: a sup nod and a casual; )
Hey, man.
( He wheels away from his desk a couple of feet before standing and meandering over. )
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He's wearing one, actually, with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows and a set of safety goggles perched on his head holding his long hair back.
Prepare for the traditional greeting of his people: a sup nod and a casual; )
Hey, man.
( He wheels away from his desk a couple of feet before standing and meandering over. )
Let's see what we're workin' with.