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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.]

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[Adam usually wouldn't share any of this, to be honest. He wouldn't even have said their names to a stranger back home. Here, though, he feels so irritated by the situation that he's sort of throwing caution to the wind. He'll feel guilty about putting Allen in the middle of that later. For now, though, there's no hint of that irritation. He seems more amused than anything.]

Nice to meet you as well, Allen.

So are you and him close? [A fake, amused gasp as he pretends to think of something.] Are you the home-wrecker character?

[There's a sudden pause at that. Even though Adam meant that last part as a joke, it falls completely flat with Allen. In fact as it's sinking in that Adam was some kid that Crowley cared enough to at least keep an eye on for years...well, he's starting to look less irritated and more like that was funny as getting your dog kicked]

...Crowley's like family to me. I've known him since I was a teenager.

[Yet all of the sudden he's feeling like maybe he was just filling in for someone more important. Again.]

[To his credit, Adam seems to realize he fucked up. His face falls a bit and for a moment he frowns.]

Look, I'm sorry. I'm pretty frustrated at waking up in an alternate reality with new accessories in my head. That and I miss my Dog.

I deal with emotions by joking. Even the bit about Dog was a joke, so you can see I'm not very good at stopping. I miss him but maybe now's not the best time to bring it up.

[A small pause. He takes a breath, lets himself get more serious.]

I'm not really like family in the same way. I'm more of... a responsibility.

I'm the tea kettle you check in on once and a while to make sure it's not exploding. You trust it to make tea, but you don't want your kitchen up in flames either.

[Oh Adam. He pauses at that again, but at least the kicked puppy look is going away. Thank goodness for that. I mean, not that he can really do anything beyond look sad when he's upset unlike Adam. But still, kicked puppy look. Who wants that in their day?]

Maybe you should...think about getting a non-electric kettle if exploding kettles is a legitimate problem for you.

[That's right. That may have been sass. But he shakes his head. It probably is dickish that the idea that this guy isn't really family makes him feel a bit better, but it does. He can stew on the moral implications of that later]

No, it's fine, really. I get it. [Shoving away those daddy issues] ...No one is in great sorts when they arrive here. I know that.

Sometimes you're just stuck with the kettle you have.

[He offers Allen a small smile, trying to be encouraging.]

Since you were a teenager though? Are you from the same reality or did you meet here?

Edited 2015-05-24 05:17 (UTC)

...That's a metaphor, right?

[Just. checking.]

Ah- neither. We met in a worl- er, a reality before this one that we both got stuck in for years. It was called Paradisa. Then we got brought here.

I think so? Maybe. I also may want tea.

[He considers that.]

There's some kind of force out there pulling you back and forth between realities?

That's not on at all.

If you're not picky about the flavour, there's tea in the drink dispensers.

[What flavor it actually is for tea. who knows. But it tastes....like tea]

That's right. [It's not on at all, but it's also complicated. More complicated than he wishes to share right now] ...My luck's always been bad, so I've been wonder if that's why.

At least you found acceptance from the people, then?

[There's a pause, and a slight frown- so wondering if that's some sort of comment on his face. Rude. But he won't remark on it]

...Yes, I suppose. I've made my fair share of friends both here and in the previous world.

That's good then.

That's what people do when they're at their best, connecting with each other and supporting one another.

[There's a pause]

...Are you hoping people will accept you?

Oh, I'll be fine. I think.

You sure? You did describe yourself as an exploding kettle.

As a kettle that you can trust to make tea which might explode.

There are worse things to be.

Edited 2015-05-24 06:44 (UTC)

...If you insist.

[Weirdo.]

For example, I could be a coffee making machine.

...I like coffee.

Well then you wouldn't want a coffee maker that might explode.

Do they at least have decent coffee here? I know you said before the flavor of the tea varies.

[you can practically see the anime "annoyed" mark] Enough with the metaphor already! I get it! You're trusty but can explode! Got it!

And it's alright so long as you don't get any fruit flavoured coffee.

[He gives Allen an apologetic look and then winces a bit.]

Fruit flavoured coffee is a thing?

Only out here. And it's not so much fruit flavoured as...

Well, you know those fruity child cereals? With dangerous levels of sugar? Like that, but made into coffee.

How tired is someone that they think they need that much sugar on top of that much caffeine?

[He shrugs]

Not sure. That was a few systems ago though, where the food generally was really bad. It was mostly just proteins, unidentifiable root vegetables and ostrich meat.

Ostrich meat? That sounds like it would be really tough to eat and hard to catch.

Are most of the systems like that?