town meeting, alien breaking hoa rules

[amberhearted]

Who: OPEN
When: January 25th, Saturday, 5:00PM and onward
Where: Elian Price’s house – specifically, the basement
What: The Numbers discuss how to go about addressing the alien in the farmhouse. Nothing could go wrong, certainly?

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[espigeonage]

"It's pretty rare, yeah. Or else people don't talk about it." He pops a few kernels in his mouth and keeps talking, ungarbled. "I wish I knew a new language. Picked up this one a lot easier than I really expected, but I still had to study and stuff."

"It's a little unsettling, but not so bad as someone who suddenly just hates a thing they didn't, before."

[moarnomsplz]

"Has that happened to peep, people? I guess it must have."

No one seems to talk about that much, either.

[espigeonage]

"Yeah..." Julien makes a face. He's not going to talk about this new feeling, that he has to stand a little back from people and not share certain things. It's not new new, and he'd never gone around spilling his heart anyway. "There's a boy who pulsed up this absolute hatred for his parents because the other him had hated his. And he still lived with them. Pretty unpleasant thought, huh."

[moarnomsplz]

"Oh, right. I remember seeing-ing that."

He can only imagine how awful it would be to suddenly feel that way.

Alex isn't the greatest at reading people, but even he can tell it's a topic Julien would rather not get into personally.

"Makes me feel kind of sill, silly for complaining about the playing-with-sound-zuh thing."

[espigeonage]

This makes Julien shrug. "Eh. There's always something worse happening to someone. It's not like there's an official person with the absolute suckiest stuff going on, and only they can complain."

"...but it does feel weird, sometimes, complaining when you know there's people who have it worse. I don't know. Maybe it's better to just keep it to friends."

[moarnomsplz]

Alex laughs at that first, but almost as if he doesn't really want to. He sort of thinks Anthony would have a lock on 'suckiest pulses.'

"I guess, gess-suh, everyone has stuff that's really hard to deal with, and stuff that's ack, actually kinda cool."

[espigeonage]

"Seems like. And some's basically a matter of perspective, or how you look at it..." Julien shrugs. "I've taken some of my stuff hard, but most ended up all right once I had some time."

He's more worried about what's to come than what's here already. "Really right now I don't like smelling like bread or having to sponge oil off my back, or having people think I'm feverish. But, it's just an annoyance."

[moarnomsplz]

"It's been like that for me, too. Like, once I have time to get used to something-ing, it seems okay." Alex thinks for a moment, and makes a face. "The playing with sounds-zuh thing is still annoying, though."

Wait, he has to ask about some of those. "You don't like smelling-ing bread?"

[espigeonage]

"I'm sure it would!" Julien shakes his head in sympathy. "And I don't like smelling like bread. I had a normal smell, you know, it was fine. Here, play courtier a moment."

He extends his hand, palm down, with a grin. "This is probably the least creepy way to smell someone."

If it's taken, his skin is soft and fine and thin, and several degrees warmer than it should be. His smell... is not quite like bread, but more like it than anything else. A sort of mix of yeast, heat, sweetness, something like egg yolk.

[moarnomsplz]

"Ohhh." Good one, Alex.

He only hesitates for a second before taking Julien's hand, lifting it to the general area of his nose, and sniffing quickly before letting go. His skin's definitely warmer than normal humans'.

"Huh, you're totally, lee, right. Like sweet bread." That probably shouldn't be making Alex want more dessert.

"It could be worse, right? Though smelling-ing like a bakery's a pretty random power."

[espigeonage]

"I have to keep wearing scents now to try and drown it out. Dogs love it," Julien adds with a bit of a lip curl. Enthusiastic dogs frighten him.

"On the other hand, though, I don't sweat. I still have to bathe or my smell gets worse, but I don't soak my clothes or smell like a gym anymore." A shrug. "Random, but minor."

[moarnomsplz]

"Not gonna lie, that's a weer, weird set of pulse changes."

The urge to figure out how they add up is almost irresistible, but feels strangely intrusive. Pulses can be pretty personal things, after all.

"But they'll have to make sense eventually, lee."

[espigeonage]

"Don't I know it," Julien rolls his eyes, rueful. "But the other me's not human, and apparently I have to match that. Organ by organ."

He shrugs, then. People have hinted or outright stated where they think his changes are going, and he's always rejected it. "Eventually. I'm not in a hurry."

[moarnomsplz]

"I got other-me's body in bigger peece, pieces, but it was kind of like that." He remembers how confused he was at first, wondering what the heck had a tail like his. Nothing on Earth, it turns out. Maybe Julien will be an alien, too.

"Have you gotten any more clue-zuh about... what was it? The Apostle thingie?"

[espigeonage]

"Aaah, well." Julien rakes a hand through his soft not-hair and scratches his scalp. "He has my last name, looks like. I really should still call him Apostle, I guess - he's really not me."

[moarnomsplz]

"Other-me had that really long, crazy, zee, name, and he wanted to be, like, a fy, fighter pilot, only in a spaceship." Alex grins at that. "Which sound-zuh like a pretty cool job to me."

[espigeonage]

"Yeah. Very science fiction! At least he sounds like he's keeping to one genre." Julien returns the smile, lazily. "The Apostle seems sorta mixed. Postapocalypse and weird science on one side, adventures in the afterlife on the other."

[moarnomsplz]

Alex hates genre-mixing. It's one of the things that irritated him about the numbers club at first, though he has to admit that given all the crazy worlds involved, it makes sense.

"I wonn, wonder why that is. Do you know if your pulses are coming-ing in any kind of order?"

[espigeonage]

"If they are, it's not chronological. I think. Like memorieswise, there was one where he was... in like an infirmary, and not as a patient. Then I got one where he was eight years old. I think eight is older, to whatever he is, but not like performs-emergency-medicine older, probably." He shrugs.

[moarnomsplz]

"Yeah, I remembered stuff before other-me ended up on ur, Earth way after I remembered him being-ing there for a while. If there's a pattern, I haven't figured it out yet."

He's starting to think there isn't, except for whatever order will mess with their minds the most.

[espigeonage]

"It's a can of worms, I swear. Maybe things will make sense someday. Hopefully, we aren't going to regret it."

Shaking his head, Julien leans to the side and snags a cube of cheese from a platter. "But that's a pretty depressing topic to get on, isn't it?"

[moarnomsplz]

"It's been making-ing more and more sense the more I find out, so I'm not really worried."

It's hard to depress Alex, but possible impending doom will do it. He takes another few sweets from the table as an antidote, and crunches a snickerdoodle thoughtfully.

"Peep, people keep asking about that kind of thing on the network. I don't think I'm going-ing to be sorry? Assuming we'd be getting pulse-zuh and all this would be going down no matter what, I'd have to try to find out what it's all about."

[espigeonage]

Not Julien's preferred food. He's more of a fan of salty and savory than sweet, though he won't say no to that, either. Fruit and little sandwiches are good for now.

Well, he won't confess a fear about losing himself to his other, he decides, so Julien shrugs. "That's a good point. Sometimes the mindbending stuff helps, too. It's more that if there's a lot of memories and things, there's bound to be others too."

[moarnomsplz]

Aximili-Crazy-Long-Name seems like a decent guy (or whatever) in everything Alex knows about him so far, except for maybe taking things a little too seriously. Still, ending up too much like him isn't something Alex worries about.

"Other-zuh? What do you mean?"

[espigeonage]

A fluid shrug. "Just that if I keep getting pulses I'm not going to be able to pass for human anymore. Pretty sure the Apostle isn't a shapeshifter."

It would be soon. He'd had that premonition since December - he didn't have many more things to change.