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[exceptionalthief]

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[herrstory]

Most unfortunate. The porter has opened up and brought the worst scum from my world to this one.

[exceptionalthief]

What scum would that be?

[Not being all that familiar with Starr's world.]

[herrstory]

An Irish trash vampire named Cassidy. And a hillbilly trash woman named Tulip. Both were featured on that absurd television show filmed in Nonah.

[ Starr only scoped it out for his star child Tate! ]

[exceptionalthief]

I suppose that's to be expected that trashy people would be on trashy TV.

[herrstory]

You do speak true. They are drawn to it like moths to flame. If only they would both do the world a favor and burn themselves to ash.

[exceptionalthief]

I'm surprised that didn't happen. Anything for ratings.

[herrstory]

I would have watched if it had. But anyway, I will be on my way fairly soon. Shall I pick up some semblance of dinner on the way?

[exceptionalthief]

If you would like to, that would be nice. Alternately we could order out.

[herrstory]

It is no problem. I am feeling a bit like sushi, so I can pick us up a platter.

[exceptionalthief]

All right then, I'll be expecting you.

[herrstory]

It's not too much longer afterward that Starr arrives, a platter of sushi in one hand and a gift of fine German booze in the other. He knocks on the door, and when Hans opens it -- Starr offers both items to the man.

"Has anything noteworthy happened apart from the rise of the roombas nonsense?"

[exceptionalthief]

"Hello and thank you." Not that he expects Starr to trouble himself with something so mundane as greetings. "Very nice," he murmurs after a closer look at the bottle.

Closing the door after Starr, he leads the way into the main room of the apartment, where he proceeds to procure glasses and tableware. "Let's see... there's suddenly a new porter city in Nevada—" He's interrupted by harsh squawking noise, which is followed by a string of colorful swears, all in German. "Also, I have a new pet. Meet Fritzi," he adds, nodding at a large Grey parrot on a perch in the corner.

[herrstory]

His eyes drift toward this Fritzi, faintly amused by the colorful language the parrot is displaying. "And that would be the roomba killing bird. I see you are teaching him well." Starr draws out a chair, settling into it and he awaits Hans to get seated and relaxed as well before he starts to serve himself the food.

"I had heard mention of this new city when I used the porter. I do have to wonder if it's worthwhile. Doubtful. Most of them are not. But it could be the best option out of the five."

[exceptionalthief]

"The one and only, yes." Hans regards the bird for a moment, his gaze not exactly fond, but still conveying a certain amount of appreciation, perhaps. "I'm afraid I can't take the credit for either his language or his appliance-destroying inclinations; his German vocabulary was taught to him by his previous owner, and his aggression against roombas was entirely his own idea."

Seated now, Hans pour a couple of fingers of the schnapps into each glass. "Like Las Vegas, it's probably a fun place to visit, but an insane place to live."

[herrstory]

"Do you know a lot of German-Americans?" Starr looks toward Hans curiously. He assumes Fritzi came from a German-American, but perhaps it's simply someone who spoke the language casually. Either way, the question is still one Starr is interested in. How closely tied to Germany is Hans? How closely tied to it would he care to be?

Taking his chopsticks, he helps himself to the sushi -- placing a few pieces on his plate.

[exceptionalthief]

"Very few, actually. The person I acquired him from was not the original owner; the bird had more or less fallen into his lap and he was eager to find him a new home," Hans explains. "Ordinarily, I would not consider myself a pet person, but my mother had birds when I was growing up, so the prospect wasn't entirely a foreign one." And it's nice to hear German spoken, if only by a parrot.

"So, a little homesick yourself, were you?" As he's still wondering what took Starr to Germany, having not received an answer to that earlier, over there text conversation.

[herrstory]

"They are a better alternative to a slobbering, mangy cat or dog." Even if birds do shit everywhere....most of them could be trained to do it in certain places. Perhaps even on people's heads...

Though Hans question gets a pause from Starr. He takes a moment to draw in a sip of his beverage before leveling his gaze on his fellow German counterpart. "I am tired of being part of this toilet seat of a country. I am tired of being one of their many imPorts over here, not valuable enough to be utilized for anything other than celebrity fame. So I went to Germany to offer my services. To procure an army. To make a grab for power."

He casually lays out his intentions, and depending on how Hans takes it will determine whether he tells him of the success of his mission.

[exceptionalthief]

On the one hand, Hans probably should be surprised by the boldness and scope of Starr's plans—procure an army, make a grab for power... seriously?—but on the other hand, it's Starr, and if there's one thing Hans has learned about the man, it's that his capacity for doing things to excess is unlimited, the expression 'thinking big' a laughable understatement where he's concerned. Not that he particularly strikes Hans as a visionary at all—more like a potential weapon of mass destruction. Whether that's a good or bad thing is yet to be determined.

"There are undoubtedly a great many imPorts, myself included, who have no love for the US. Whether or not they'd throw in their lot with Germany, however..."

Granted, the Germany today is not the divided Germany he grew up in (and subsequently became a domestic terrorist against, even though his ideologue tendencies have long been surpassed by his more avaricious ones).

"Assuming of course, Germany has no secret imPort community already."

[herrstory]

"They do not. They are woefully without imPorts. Which was what I had counted on. Which is why my presence was honored and my requests were not denied." Starr popped a piece of sushi in his mouth, chewing it quietly. Did he care he was committing treason? Hardly. What was the worst they could do to him? Kill him? Send him to his home world? Lock him up? He could easily turn their punishment around on them -- turn imPorts against them. The US is forcing imPorts to stay under their thumb. We are not free to make our own choices.

It would ignite division. It would create controversy. And Starr would be the least of their problems.

"The truth is, we need an alternate plan for when the United States is inevitably attacked and some other nation wishes to possess the imPorts. Germany seems to be a viable option."

[exceptionalthief]

Hans doesn't respond for a moment, having another piece of sushi while he considers Starr's alternate plan.

"Given that the Porter is the key to any country's 'possession' of imPorts and it's doubtful that could be relocated, I would think something clandestine is more likely to have a chance of success."