not_that_lockon: (*pinged!*)
[Well, Neil had called asking to meet after that last virus, and who had Lyle been to refuse him? After Neil's little trip to the past and Lyle's little trip into the future, Lyle was more than ready to chat to his brother in person for once. Especially since his trip to the future, while hazy, he remembered being depressing enough for it to be worrying, and especially since even though he was now in more regular contact with his twin than he'd been in the ten years before that, this sort of meeting up thing was still pretty rare.

... besides, he wanted to smooth things over a little since their last real conversation before the virus and the phone call had been a fight. Even if it had been a fight with the best intentions.

So there Lyle was in a quieter area of the city, waiting for his brother to get there on his space legs.]
not_that_lockon: (Have I changed since you died?)
[So it's a fairly normal May evening in Belfast and low and behold, Lyle Dylandy's walking home through the actually pretty nice for once May weather, unlocking his flat rather nonchalantly and walking in, chucking his briefcase and jacket on the sofa as he does so.

It's only when he's gotten to the 'getting the tie off' stage that he hears the sound of clinking and rustling coming from the kitchen. Which is... decidedly odd. Who's managed to get into his flat and is just going through his fridge like that? Definitely not your average burglar...

Making his way to the kitchen, he stops dead in his tracks on seeing who it actually is.]


... Nena?!
not_that_lockon: (Under this national raincloud)
[So after the whole thing with his shadow, he and Neil had arranged a date and time to meet. Neil had seemed pretty intent on not having anyone know he was back in Ireland if possible, and they'd ended up finding a park that Lyle knew would be more or less empty to meet in.

He wondered whether it was a bad thing or not that he wasn't as surprised as he ought to have been about Neil being so secretive. What with the lack of a return address on everything that had been sent, the sudden and abrupt end to what little contact they'd still had, and the bits and pieces that had filtered out through the community - Michael and Nena, for instance, not to mention something that Tieria had let slip - had only really confirmed his nagging suspicion that there was something fishy going on. So he'd kept quiet and nodded and if Neil thought that was strange, he hadn't mentioned it.

So there they were and here he was, standing leaning on the back of a park bench on a cold cloudy day in January, nursing a cigarette and trying not to feel too nervous about actually properly meeting his only remaining family member for the first time in years.]
not_that_lockon: (Let's say we take this town)
[The DDD High School art department is, in three words, Glorious Organised Chaos. And even then only loosely organised. There's various half-finished student work lying over the place, drying racks stacked with paintings, overflowing drawers full of art supplies, and scraps of paper lying on the floor.

Lyle's lounging at his desk or flitting around the department and is available for any students to holler for if they need help; meanwhile, there's a huge pile of books about Surrealism on the desk for help with the assignment, and all the art materials you could want to play with.]



((ooc: BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE FUN, have an open RL for anyone working on their art assignment after school. :> Other students can also feel free to drop in and annoy Lyle/their friends/the art department in general; teachers can also feel free to drop by if you have a need to. GO NUTS GUYS.))

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