second strike | video | open, backdated to the evening of the 24th

[twelfthspark]

[Instead of Arlene's face, the video is a lovely view of a crappy popcorn ceiling; the phone must be sitting on something (her bed, actually.) From the sound of it, she's not far away, and she sounds panicky.]

This is a disaster. Is this another echo? Don't answer that, I already know. I got that gross feeling again right before this happened.

[She picks up the phone, revealing that a long section of her hair on either side is standing up in a way that would normally require glue or wires, giving the impression of antennae, or perhaps thin curved-back horns.]

They won't go away! I've tried basically everything short of cutting them off--I can't just cut chunks of my hair off, I have rehearsal tomorrow!--and it keeps popping back up like this. I can't go to class looking like a freaking bug! How do I fix it?!

Comments

[moarnomsplz]

It was like the seck, second thing I got. Lucky me, huh? Other-me used something-ing like telepathy to talk, 'cause he didn't have a mouth.

[twelfthspark]

He didn't have a mouth? How did he eat?

[moarnomsplz]

With his feet! He has hoove-zuh that, like, absorb nutrients somehow. I've never actually tried to eat in his body, dee.

Have your other pulse things at least been cool?

[twelfthspark]

Heck yes! I can make lightning now. And teleport.

[... in very small amounts and short distances, respectively. Shhh.]

[moarnomsplz]

Wow.

[Alex is appropriately impressed.]

So you can kick some may, major butt, huh?

[twelfthspark]

Oh, probably. A little bit. I was, uh, out of town during the snake thing, so I haven't really had the chance.

[No she wasn't. She was letting Kara drag her running straight back to campus.]

[moarnomsplz]

You're lucky, kee, to have missed it. It was a mess.

But you'll probably have another chance, chan-suh, pretty soon. We don't get much down time lately.