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[This is probably not the Lyle you are looking for. When the sphere switches on, it looks like Lyle's the latest to be hit by the no-holds-barred anomaly extravaganza that's going on at the moment - so, dear Crucible passengers, you currently have a twelve-year-old on your hands who looks about 3 parts lost and uncertain and one part unimpressed.

Oh, and that Ulster accent of his? Is even thicker than it usually is.]

Neil? Amy? Where are you guys? If this is some sort of prank, it's not very funny. And you didn't have to steal my clothes.

[He folds his arms, the sleeves of his oversized top having been rolled up so he can use his hands better. He's also looking a lot more nervous now that he's not getting a response.] Come on, guys, you can come out now!

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[Whoa, what's with the flowers? Whatever this place is, Lyle has officially decided that it's really weird.]

I'm twelve.

Okay, twelve. You haven't met me yet when you're twelve. But trust me, we're gonna be best mates when you're older!

So where are you, anyway? In your suite? [scrutinizes the sphere image behind Lyle, trying to see his surroundings]

[Staaaaaaare.] Are you going to tell me that you're some sort of time traveller or something? You don't sound like you're from Ireland.

I don't know where I am.

I am, actually!

Ohhh, yeah! You're on the Crucible for one--giant cruise ship out in space, mad captain, weird dangerous stuff happening all the time. You've got your own suite on the ship--should be like a really nice hotel room if that's where you are. Your sphere's at a bad angle, so I can't tell for sure. But if you are, I can come down there!

[Lyle blinks. A lot, actually, because most of that just went right over his head.]

I don't think I got most of that.

Oh. Uh...can you describe the room you're in?

It's kind of big and fancy and there's a huge sofa in it.

Yeah, that's your suite. I'm gonna come find you, okay?

[Flopping back on the sofa] 'Kay.

[if Lyle's watching the sphere, he may notice that the patch of red flowers follows Oliver as he heads out into the hall and takes the stairs down one level. he soon knocks on Lyle's door] Hey, Lyle! It's me. Put your hand on the scanner by the door so I can get in.

[Lyle jumps up and runs to the door, and after a bit of searching finds the scanner and puts his hand against it, his eyes widening when the door opens. He's only ever seen doors like this in sci-fi movies!]

Hey. [Aaaand notices the flowers.] What's the flowers for?

[grins] Hey! Look at you, Lyle! You are twelve!

Huh? [looks down] Oh. Nothing, just something weird the ship's up to. At least they haven't made me a woman this time!

[smiles back; this guy is pretty crazy, but it'd be rude to just outright laugh] Yeah, I already said that.

... The flowers turned you into a girl?

Yeah, for a while. They can do all sorts of things, so let's just be glad they aren't doing anything right now!

So! Hmmm....we could get you new clothes in the shops. [he should be worrying about the danger of taking a kid out in the halls, he really should. alas, his inhibitions are lacking at the moment]

Yeah, I probably need some. [He's still boggling slightly over the moving sea of flowers, what is this madness]

[he really isn't thinking before he's speaking, sorry, Lyle] But we'll keep those with you since we don't know when you're gonna change back. I'll put them in my backpack once we find you something else to wear.

So. Let's go to the shops! [reaches for his hand]

[He's looking at you really weirdly again, Oliver, not even bothering to object to the hand-holding even though he is twelve, so he doesn't need to hold onto anyone's hand.]

What do you mean "when I change back"?

Huh? Oh, when you're an adult again. I told you you're an adult, right? [starts to lead him out of the room, hoping that holding his hand will keep him from tripping too much in that clothing]

No, I'm not. [Stubborn twelve-year old Lyle is stubborn and saying that as if it was fact... which for him, it is.]

Yeah, you are.

[leads him over the transportation pad, which thankfully distracts him from making any more stupid comments] Hey, Lyle, you're gonna love this. [grins and gestures for him to step onto it]

No, I'm not.

[Looking blankly at the transportation pad] What is it?

It's a transporter! Go on, step onto it. [nudges him]

Stuff like that doesn't really exist, does it? [But he looks curious and interested in spite of his words - after all, there was the weird door earlier...]

It does on this ship! Go on now.

[shrugs - well, why not? - and steps onto the pad.] Okay, now what?

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