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[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.
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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I don't want to hurt anyone.
[The mention of the portal causes him to brighten a bit, and the smile returns to his face, just a little.]
Not seen it yet, but Dr. Lan told me about it. I'm very interested to study that too - it's more in line with what I'd normally study, at least. Did you get to go? Oh, right - didn't get your name before.
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If you're actually an angel I swear to Christ. [muttered to himself and not necessarily meant to be heard. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair.]
Crowley. My cousin Anthony is here too and he looks like us except ginger. You can call him a doppleganger all you like. He might enjoy it.
I haven't gone. I don't plan to go. But if you need help let me know.
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No - uh. No, I don't think angels have anything to do with this. There were aliens though. Or robots. Maybe. Something like robot aliens? Alien robots? Anyway.
Nice to meet you, Crowley. You can just call me 'John'. Nothing fancy here. There's...a third one of us? That's...
[John sits back on his battered old sofa, and considers this for a moment. His mind is moving rapidly over the possibilities.] It's almost unheard of, really - though I suppose if he's ginger then it's not entirely the same as the two of us. Still! He's also Different?
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John.
[he folds his arms]
Anthony doesn't count. He's my cousin. We're from the same stock. It's possible you are too if you don't know who your father is. It seems to run in families, this awakening. Or at least it has. My cousin and I, a mother and son. Somehow everyone seems connected.
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[John taps his lips lightly in thought, considering.]
It felt real. The rush of the vacuum, the screaming, the...well. [The ache of horror and loss. Best to leave that out.] Could be staged, you're not wrong. I suppose we'll only find out if we keep on the path.
[However, his heart both leaped and ached at the idea of family out there - hope, but also the awareness that he had been utterly unwanted. He frowns a bit.]
Don't know my mum either. I can't really say. I suppose a DNA test could exclude it, but I sort of...gave up on looking a while ago. But if what you're saying is true, if it runs in families, then you might just be on to something there.
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That's the thing. It always feels real. You're always convinced it happened. And...maybe it did. [the weight of the water, the body on the beach, the kicking of a small infant in her cot. He can't connect the dots and isn't sure he wants to]
Well, I mean you look like us so might as well be part of the family. I'm sure you'll be adopted anyway if they ever meet you. [Anthony's side anyway] As for the rest of it, I don't know why or -- or what if it is real...
What does that make us then? What does that make this?
Are we butterflies or men?
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[John smiles softly. There's a strange sort of wisdom in his eye for a moment, there for a second then gone in a flash - and it's old. Ancient, even.]
Maybe we're both.
Beautiful, fragile creatures who had to force change in ourselves in order to fly.
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He doesn't catch the ancient wisdom but he isnt expected to be surprised by the deep thoughts of this man. Anyone who decided to spend their life with their head in the stars was used to thinking long and hard.
Also, in that way, they were the same]
Aye, I know. Missing someone is the hardest. Even if you don't know the name or face. [he sighs and looks away] The feeling doesn't go away. It lingers. Like something you know you'll never quite remember...
...but I feel you'll always end up regretting it when you do.
[as a fading butterfly himself, he cant help but smile a bit at the young man's words]
I think you're less fragile than most. But don't get cocky. Anyone can fail at any time, even if they think they have it all figured out.
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[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.
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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]
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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.
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