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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[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.

[moarnomsplz]

"Oh, man, that's. Gotta be rough, ruf-fuh."

That feels really inadequate, and Alex feels the familiar twinge of guilt that comes with knowing how easy he has things compared to one of his friends (it's usually Anthony causing said twinge).

"At lee, least you're not alone? That probably doesn't help much, huh."

[espigeonage]

"Misery shared is misery halved?" He says it dryly, with a hint of a smile. "Sometimes I think if it happens I'll just go public somewhere, get on TV. Make it hard to be disappeared. I am way too extrovert to stay inside and never talk to most people."

[moarnomsplz]

"Yeah, I don't think I could just, like, go into hiding-ing either." He knows there's something he doesn't know yet about his other self--OK, there are lots of things he doesn't know, but he especially doesn't know why he lived in someone's barn on Earth. Is the reason something Alex is going to have to deal with, too?

"But I think other-me had to."

[espigeonage]

Julien nods. "The Apostle's not unfamiliar with, uh, subterfuge. I seem to be turning into a ninja." He snorts, amused with himself. "Or, well, I move more quietly and people don't notice me like they used to."

[moarnomsplz]

"Now that's a use, useful pulse ability. I mean, other-me's bod-ee is pretty cool, and good in a fight. But I can't ex, exactly use it all the time, y'know?"

He takes a big bite out of one of strudels.