"I've got some information on the various factions, I'll make you a copy."

She considers. "Well, there are certainly forgers who deal in identity papers for those of us who do not die. Give me your age preferences and I'll take care of it, unless you'd rather I simply put you in touch with such a person?"

"And I mean, it's not thrilling work, but the supermarkets around here pay you damn well to stack shelves and occasionally work a till."

"Beel can always use more people to do intern-style duties in the office, and I'm not much different frankly..."

"I think I could be happy with customer service."

"How good are your forgers?"

The game is full of violence and mayhem. Ty finds surprisingly creative ways to subvert the law and harm strangers.

Rex seems happy with creative ways of subverting the laws! At least as far as a game goes.

"Our forgers are excellent. They have experience providing papers for people older than yourself."

"I'll grab you some application forms," Joss offers. "There's online options as well if you'd prefer?"

"I've always wanted to be a professor, but a phD might take too long for me to hold on to one identity. How hard is it to get me what I'd need to teach high school?"

"Forms would be great, thanks."

Scott watches them play, offering running commentary on crime statistics and game development.

"What subject would you like to teach?"

"History. It's on the nose, I know, but I always liked it."

"Appropriate," she agrees. "I'll find you a couple of textbooks to make sure there's nothing vastly different between our worlds."

Ty kills several people.

Scott whispers intel to Rex; he predicts what Ty is going to do most of the time.

“Thank you.”

"You're very welcome, my dear. I could hardly leave you completely stranded."

Rex will take whatever Intel he can get!

Derek ignores the video games. Too much noise, too many stimuli. He prefers books.

"I don't just want to take advantage of you. Is there anything you can use our...unique skills for?"

Scott's intel only goes so far. He seems less than comfortable with the hyper-realistic forms of violence, and eventually steps away.

Ty, oblivious, engages in trash talk.

Most of it riffs off Rex being a dog. It's not very good.