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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]

What? How can you not understand family?

[hisoldgirl]

I do not have a family unit you would understand. Why should I understand your family unit?

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

Well, what's your family like?

[hisoldgirl]

I have several brothers and sisters for whom I care very little, but can constantly feel and hear. I have a sister whom I love a great deal but she constantly assists in attempts on my pilot's life. I have a daughter I created who would rather have nothing to do with me and another in whom I have no interest.

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

[blinks a lot at that. he has a lot of questions, but settles for this one:]

How come you can always hear them? Are you a mind-reader or something?

[hisoldgirl]

We are telepathically connected, yes.

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

Cool.

[hisoldgirl]

...cool?

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

Yeah! I've never met anyone who can do something like that before.

[hisoldgirl]

It is not that uncommon a skill.

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

It is where I'm from.

[hisoldgirl]

How boring.