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[The first thing that comes into view is a pretty messy, standard teenager's room, coupled with a pretty standard teenager face staring at the screen. Double the standard value right here!

Jason gives the computer a skeptical look. Okay, he could talk to horses. Everything he'd read on this whatever it is? Can be completely real, too, right? Right.]

Alright. So, let's do a quick review for those us who took a nap during class. This thing, the [cue air quotations] Numbers Club, is the supposed terrorist group in town but it's actually not, everyone here seems like a normal person but they're actually not, the police are the supposed good guys but they're actually not.

[Nice long pause right here. Saying all that out loud just made him feel the urge to go call those nice people in white who would put him in that nice, tight jacket and take him away to the loony hotel. He suddenly sighs and rubs the back of his neck.]

Nice as it is to know my horse whispering career actually has a chance of getting up off the ground, I have to say the trade off of serving as target practice for the doughnut boys doesn't seem all that fair. Though I do have one question: [somewhat extended, dramatic pause] anyone here good at geometry? Cause there's around 2 pages worth of the stuff giving me the evil eye right now and winter break kinda destroyed any hope of me remembering how to do this stuff. Suspected terrorists should know something about rhomboids and parasols, right?

[That's parallelograms, Jason.

Hmm... he's forgetting something here. Think think think... OH names! Those are kinda important. He flashes a small, if uncertain grin at the screen.]

Ah right, my name's Jason. Here's to not becoming swiss cheese with you guys.

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I don't mind!

[He puts the cell phone he's using to connect face-down, knowing that shifting can look and sound gross (it also ruins clothes unless they're very form-fitting). It's only a few moments before he picks it up again, and, as advertised, he looks like a centaur: still himself from the waist up, the rest fuzzy and blue, like a small horse, only with a wicked-looking blade at the end of his tail. Alex is kind of proud of that, and brings it forward into the picture.]

Pretty, tee, funky, huh?

I'd given 8 out of 10 funkies, yeah.

[By which Jason means that is freaking cool. Why do people get all these neat powers while he only gets horse speak?

Hmm wait a sec. An odd sort of memory pops up in his head and results in a thoughtful kinda expression on Jason's face. Huh. No neat power, but remembering this is mildly interesting.]

Say, the "Party Ponies" don't ring a bell, do they?

That's very respectable on the funkometer, heh.

Party ponies, nee-zuh? I can't say that's a thing I've heard of. If other-me and his friend-zuh had a name, I haven't remembered it yet.

Did you just now ree, remember that?

Respectable enough to get you into the funky hall of fame.

Yup. It was kinda like a frat house for centaurs? They fought with paintball guns and with wrestling gloves attached to arrows.

I don't think my centaurs were really the partying-ing type. Other-me was silly sometime-zuh, but, like, not on purpose.

How would that work--the thing with the glove-zuh attached to arrows?

Just your average, run of the mill half horse, huh?

Dunno the details, but they had them like attached to the end of their bows and shot them I think?

Who's sometime-zuh human, and probably other animals, yeah. [He grins.]

I guess if you're a good enough archer, you can shoot anything-ing, huh?

Dude, you and your centaurs get the award for most kickass centaur ever.

[Granted he only knows two types BUT STILL.]

Looks like. Never underestimate the power of frat guys, especially non-human ones.

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