He doesn't have any other secret bodies, does he?

»No.«
»But here is the snake.«

Richard stretches his long leg out and kicks something under the desk. You duck through a nest of wires to discover a rectangular tank, a little larger than the box up top, filled with water. Inside floats a blank-eyed black-and-yellow snake. A note is stuck to the glass, filled with scribbled runes, which nestle in your mind as Little bastard.

You pluck the note off and hold it up. Hey! Look what you—

Richard snatches it from you. (Back to embarrassment.) »We have dithered long enough. Set that down.« You have grabbed a conical purpleish thingy, filled with drifting orange blobs: at last, something weird-looking! »It is a lamp. Come on.«

It is the only decorative object in this whole little space, emphasis on little: if Richard stood in the middle and stretched his long arms out, he could likely touch both sides of the wall. Above and around the desk are a load of enticing buttons and switches, a panel of blinking lights, a image of numbers and a moving zigzag line, a glowing sign that translates vaguely to "LIVING," or "AIRING"—

»Live. On air.«

—bits of paper where notes were ripped down, a bulky radio headset hanging on a hook, and that's all. In the center of the space, which has three walls and an empty back, is a battered chair with an extremely long headrest. His snake chair. Where he sits? Where he sleeps? Or does he go somewhere else to—

»No.«

Can he at least knock himself out, like he knocks you out?

»No.«

Oh. And that's it. How often does he leave?

»Rarely.«
»Let's go, Charlotte. You wanted to do this. Let's.«

>You will. But you're in— you're *in* *Satellite*. Right now. He said no escapades, but you're going to have at least one escapade, okay? A quick one. To see. What is it?

>[1] Name ONE thing you want to see or do that isn't what you came here for. Write-in. Optional— I'll drop choices when my brain functions again— but I think you guys can come up with interesting stuff here. Sorry for continuing to do this (but not sorry enough to stop)!

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And, at last, Drowned Quest is home to an eight-foot-tall saucer-eyed immortal shapeshifting lizard person from another dimension, or possibly outer space, manipulating humanity for his own inscrutable and nefarious ends. Actually, it's home to a whole bunch of them. Richard has been this since 2019, and you can find some hints throughout. Love you guys and thanks for sticking with me, mwah mwah, kisses kisses, etc