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[worththetrouble]

Who: Adam Young
Broadcast: Fleet wide (video post)
Action: Marsiva
When: Today

[The face that appears on screen belongs to a very attractive young man. He grins, as if he hasn't a care in the world, and something about that smile is irredeemably charming.

When he speaks, he has a gentle English accent.]

This is a reality programme then? Do we have a theme song, do you think? Do we get nicknames based on our personalities?

Is one of us the bitchy one? Or the cute one? Or the bad boy?

[He shifts a bit. The smile takes on a more mischievous edge and it seems to bring out dimples in his cheeks. His movement also allows the viewer to see his augment, which is very visible and takes up all of the space behind his ear. Whatever is in his head, they needed a lot of hardware to control it.]

If so, I want to the cute-but-lazy-one-with-dimples. Is that one already taken?

[He looks around, taking in what's around him, and for a moment, something a little dangerous seems to appear in him, though it's just the tail hint of it resting on the edge of his face and tone.]

I have to say, if you're expecting me to be impressed by the fact that reality can be altered so much that I'm here and not home, whoever is behind this has a lot of catching up to do.

[And then whatever that dangerous edge was, it's gone.]

You'll have to contest with my dog, who seems to be quite fond of making my shoes disappear.

Though now I have worry about him, thank you very much. Dog's rubbish without me around to take care of him.

[Now he's rambling, but at least he seems comfortable while doing it.]

Right. Well, I should sign off, as they say. This has been Adam Young, aka The-Cute-But-Lazy-One-With-Dimples.

[And to prove the title is well earned he smiles, flashing those before-mentioned dimples and his perfectly white teeth, before switching off the video.]

Comments

[worththetrouble]

[Adam considers the familiar face with just the hint of surprise before settling back into his easy comfortableness.]

Hm. That does sound a bit too much like a blond joke, doesn't it?

I haven't changed it recently though now I might, to make things more interesting.

If you're here is the other one here as well?

[onlyanapple]

You'd be stepping right into it.

Hmm. Must be the fact you're suddenly a fucking adult, then. When did that happen? Last I saw you, you were eleven and talking about whales or some bollocks.

Yeah, he is. He'll no doubt pop up when he finally rises from whatever book he's in.

[worththetrouble]

[Adam raises his brow a bit.]

It's been quiet some time since I was eleven. Is your memory all right?

[onlyanapple]

My memory is just fine, thank you.

It has been some time since I was home. What with the magical castle and now space and everything.

[worththetrouble]

Hm, and we're pretending that makes sense to me?

[His hand moves to the hair line where the augment is. It looks like he's just combing his hand through his hair, but honestly the fact that Crowley is saying something and Adam can't make sense of it makes him realize how much the thing they put in his head affects him.]

[onlyanapple]

I don't know. It's always a question mark with you.

Anyway, it was a place a bit like this, but it was a magical castle. I was there for...uh. Six? Seven?? Years. A while, anyway, and then I was brought here. I haven't seen Earth in a long time.

[worththetrouble]

[Adam's eyes narrow a bit. There's a weird sense of possessiveness over that idea that springs up in his throat as he considers what it would be like to lose any of them for that long. He swallows around it.]

There has to be some kind of time travel that happens then.

[A sigh.]

Either that, or the confirmation of the multi-verse means that somewhere, out there, there's a 17 or 18 year old me who hasn't seen you for several years.

That's a little disconcerting.

[onlyanapple]

That's what they always said, anyway. Time stands still back home, and all that.

[He'll try to lighten his tone, make this less shitty: ]

That or you assumed I went to sleep again. I do that often, after all.

[worththetrouble]

[Thinking about this is making him feel a bit gloomy, so he focuses on something frivolous instead.]

Sure but, think of all of the birthday gifts he missed out on.

[onlyanapple]

I didn't know I was in the habit of giving you-slash-him birthday gifts.

[He so would. Every year. And pretend it was anonymous. ]

[worththetrouble]

Oh yes. You think you're being sneaky about it too.

They're also a lot more exciting than the books that show up around the same time.

[onlyanapple]

...

I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about.

Not a clue.

Nope.

[worththetrouble]

I'm sure. You would never be so thoughtful.

[onlyanapple]

No, I wouldn't. Not got a thoughtful bone in my body.

...


So what've you been up to, while growing up?

[worththetrouble]

Well...

[Adam thinks for a second, considering how to sum it all up.]

Normal things.

I went to uni and then opened my own business. We're in community development. I'm doing pretty well for myself but not too well.

[onlyanapple]

...

Yes, those sound like normal things.

[Such sarcasm. ]

So. Helping people, huh?

[worththetrouble]

I'd like to think so. We specialize in revitalizing struggling communities.

[onlyanapple]

How about that. A real humanitarian. Go you.

[His tone is flat, but he's actually intensely, ridiculously proud right now.]

[worththetrouble]

When you say it like that it sounds so cheesy.

[onlyanapple]

Well, it is pretty cheesy.

[worththetrouble]

What? No. It's hard work.

[onlyanapple]

That doesn't detract from the general cheesy whiff of it all, Adam.

[worththetrouble]

At least tell me it's expensive cheese. Like Bitto.

[onlyanapple]

Sure, if you like, your life's work can be an expensive cheese.

[worththetrouble]

Hey, a man has to have his standards.