It had been a very long couple of weeks for Cable's back. Luckily, inhabiting the island meant that it was somewhat easier to tend to than the last time he'd found himself wandering the globe. Which is what found Nathan lying facedown on a massage table, the masseuse's hands placed strategically along the line of his techno-organic parts.

"Oof. There's a knot just a little to the-- yep."

One could almost feel the eyerolling that emanated from the cellphone lying a few inches away from his head. "You're in another dimension. Why am I still keeping your schedule?"

"Because materials from this dimension, as well as the ones it is connected to, might be useful in ours. Ow. Uhm, a little further up, please. And because I could have to interfere in our universe at any time. And because I'm still responsible for your salary."

"You're also still technically dead."

"I never let that stop me."

There was a sigh on the other end of the line. "So how are you? Really."

"A little chilled."

"After everything that happened with the baby..."

"She's-- oof-- in the right spot. I don't forsee any problems."

"Okay, this is the last time I'm going to let you talk me into talking to you while you're off finding happiness as a metrosexual, Nate."

"Don't forget to send me the ozone details."

"Later, Nathan."


[ mostly establishy but for one, and obviously Theodoric's got other facilities which are free to be used for all, yay. ]