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[not_that_lockon]

[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!

Comments

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

No way. But I don't remember any of that stuff!

[mr-dynames.livejournal.com]

It wouldn't be the first time the ship's made us forget things that have happened.

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

... This place is weird.

[mr-dynames.livejournal.com]

Just a bit.

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

So how long have you been here?

[mr-dynames.livejournal.com]

Let's see.... [thinking... thinking... counting...] About eight months, I think.

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

That's a long time.

... You're honestly not pulling my leg, are you?

[mr-dynames.livejournal.com]

You can say that again. [grins]

Not in the slightest.

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

Weird!

[mr-dynames.livejournal.com]

So, do you need help with anything?

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

Well, I needed some clothes earlier but Oliver took care of that.

[mr-dynames.livejournal.com]

[nods, making a mental note to say thanks for that to Oliver]

Are you set on food and everything else?

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

I think so.