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[madman_with_a_box]

[It was easy to say that John was new to all of this strangeness. It was a fact, and yet, that bit of logic had done very little to ease his mind in regards to what all this entailed. He is, after all, a man of science, but he's also incredibly excitable - and under a lot of stress due to upcoming classes beginning soon. It's his first entry on this mysterious Network, and he's sitting on a sofa in a rather mundane looking living room - aside from the papers, random gadgets, and unfinished looking projects scattered about. An impressive stack of quantum textbooks rests near his knee, which is fluttering up and down rapidly in an anxious movement.

He leans forward, peering over the rim of his glasses, and frowns a little.]

I sort of like this idea of this Network thing. It's all very...clandestine, hush hush, bonding experience, speaking out into the void of the internet in the hopes someone hears you and has something important to say. I like it, it's clever - even if it does leave you feeling a bit exposed. Internet's not really all that secure, is it? Anything can end up on the dark web for the right price...

Anyway. It's all well and good, and I'm getting used to this idea of Different, even if it is bloody mad.

What I want to know is why my entire research plan decided today that it wanted to be delightfully lemon flavored? [He holds up a cheerful looking bowl of lemon sherbet, which he sort of wrinkles his nose.] Honestly. It could have at least had the courtesy of being banana flavored if it's going to inconvenience me.

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[madman_with_a_box]

...Eh. Regret's a part of life. Can't go through life expecting for it always to go well, yeah? Then you're only setting yourself up for disappointment when it invariably goes pear shaped.

[John smiles a bit more, a bit brighter, and leans forward. His fingers are threaded in front of him, between his knees, and he considers the man on the screen that he shares a face with. It really is something remarkable; something to do with all of this strangeness, he wonders.]

Oh no - I know I don't have it all figured out. If I thought I had it all figured out, I'd be a preacher, not a scientist. [He grins a bit more.] I think...I think we all have our own measure of strength - and it's not always in the same manner. We might be fragile in a way that someone else isn't, and so on. Just a matter of finding that strength.

[scotch_egg]

[he feels relieved somehow. As if some worry he didn't know he even had had been pushed away. Or like the final stone had been set in place. He knows he's overthinking it, being sentimental, expecting too much. Things will probably be a disaster and he should remain on guard especially here and now. But...]

Aye... you're right... [maybe it was because Alec gets the sense that since this lad knows it and says as much, others will know it too. There's something else there too that he doesn't want to look at too closely and, fortunately, he won't live long enough to be forced to address it]

Well, if you need help with anything... just give me a call.

[what he could do didn't amount to much, but as he had already decided he was here, here he would be]

[madman_with_a_box]

[The cheerful grin on John's face fades to one of warmth - and perhaps, a rare bit of hope. Ever since he found himself thrust into this odd, mysterious community, he's met an amazing array of people, all of which he at least has one thing in common. In this fellow's case - at least two! Still, it's a comfort to have some semblance of camaraderie, and his eyes are kind.]

The same goes for you. I know we just met, but...sharing faces aside and all, if I can help with anything...I mean. I'm not the sort of doctor that's useful to anyone unless you need a really good article in a scientific journal written, but like I said. We all have strengths in our own places.

[scotch_egg]

Aye. [and his was on its way out. But it would be fine. He knew it would. Somehow.] Until then.