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[The video kicks in, showing a young blond man who’s looking mildly amused.]

All right, guys, while it is pretty awesome that you’ve somehow pulled off getting me here without me knowing, this particular prank is really not funny. I’m disappointed in you, I know you guys can do much better. So just give me the kill code for this program now, and maybe you won’t have to fear retaliation. Maybe.

[There’s silence for a brief moment, as Bobby gives in and admits that, no, this isn’t the kind of thing his friends would pull. Not so soon after Alcatraz. Another prank, sure, but not one like this. His smile fades a bit, and when he speaks again, he sounds more subdued.]

If the world’s been unmade, does that mean all the people on it were, too? Cause, uh, I’ve seen people being unmade, and it didn’t look fun. Or reversible. How are you putting it right? Will everything that was unmade be back, even if it’s been a little while? And if you’re making our homes new, are they going to be the same as they were before, or can we request a few changes?

[He’s not really serious about that last part. Nice as it would be, he’s not the one who should be deciding things like that. No one should, really. This whole thing makes him nervous. He’s seen what can happen when people have that kind of power.]

Ro? Kitty? Logan, Pete?

[There are too many names that should be on that list that aren’t, but now’s not the time to think about that.]

Anyone else here?

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[She's laughing again at this. She can't help it. Seeing him via the video feed, and imagining it--it's too hilarious.]

[Sobering, Chloe gives a fake gasp.] You doubt my costume designs? How could the wigs be anything else?

[He's just grinning widely at her laughter, amused. He takes zero offense to her laughing at the image; it'd been part of why he said it.]

You never know! How was I supposed to know you're not only the all mighty director, but have mad costume designing skills? You could have been luring me into a false sense of security and then sprung some boring, uncrazy wig on me when I least suspected it.

[Another startled laugh escapes her, but again, she forces her face to remain solemn as she says her next words.]

I am not only the director and costume designer, I am also the screen writer! So you had better be careful what you say or you may find your character spouting lame lines and dying early in a completely uneventful manner. [Sage nod, but a hint of a smile seeps through as she attempts to keep her composure.]

Well... we could always color your hair gray. No wig required.

[Her eyes are sparkling with mirth as she imagines his horror at the idea.]

But! How can I die early, when I still have to make my dramatic transformation from upstanding hero to crazy glasses and wig mad scientist!

[And he obliges her by gasping in mostly mock horror.]

Hey. No one touches the hair. I'm not that dedicated to this particular art.

Hmm,, point. I will give you a five minute intro as our young hero, then, before you turn into the mad scientist. How does that sound? [She smirks.]

[Then she gives a small laugh, attempting to hide it behind her hand before giving up and lowering her hand, beaming. She can't help it. She needs to know. His comedic attitude reminds her so much of Simon.] Have you ever bleached your hair for a girl?

Five minutes is all I get? Man, I like this movie less. My heroics so deserve more than five minutes. Unless that means I get more screen time as the mad scientist.

[And that question is totally random, but Bobby goes with it.]

I am a natural blond, thank you. Okay, dirty blond, but it still counts.

Of course. This movie has to be the most cliche movie of all time. How else are we going to yell at it when all is said and done?

[She smirks, a bit of a chuckle escaping. Now where had she heard that before?] Sure. That's what they all say. [She is joking, of course.]

This'll be the first time I've ever had to yell at myself on screen. I'm kind of looking forward to this, now.

[The smirk is met with one of his own, and he points at her. The journal. Whatever.]

Whoever told you that was lying. Lies and slander.

[Snorts a bit of a scoffing laugh.] Masochistic, are we? That's bad for your health, you know. [Tries to keep a solemn, concerned expression on her face for that.]

[Then she's grinning, laughing again.] It is, is it? You calling him a liar?

You know, people keep telling me that. And yet, here I am, still being healthy. Even managed to make it out of my teens!

[Which is something of a success for him, given his chosen career path.]

Wait, wait, wait. There's a specific him now? Has one of our own kind been leading you astray?

Really? Sorry to say it, but you look kind of young. Don't worry, though. Everyone seems to think I'm twelve. [Makes a very dissatisfied face at that.]

[Aaaand, that laughter he seems to strive so much for.] Yes, there is a specific him. Simon. He has told me his dirty secret, and now it makes me wonder what else is out there. [She narrows her eyes suspiciously at him, moving a pretend monocle to one eye.]

Well, I'm not long out of my teens. Only twenty. And never be sorry for that! It just means my excellent genes are showing. No gray hair for me.

Yeah? You don't look twelve to me.

[He's used to that, with his girl BFF. Kitty may be not much younger than him, but she kind of looks twelve.]

Tsk, Simon. Giving away blond secrets. Well, I guess it's okay, since you're a fellow blond.

...but also, still no bleach here.

You sure? We can change that, you know. Especially if you want to try that mad scientist role.

Thanks. [Grins, wondering if he was humoring her.]

Yeah, no bleach here for me, either. I did dye red streaks through my hair once, though. [And dyed it black--but...that hadn't really been a choice on her part.]

Hmm. Well, maybe I'll give submit to the gray for the duration of my mad scientist-hood.

It's the truth.

[He smiles warmly at her. He's not really humoring her (she doesn't actually look twelve), but he'd have said it even if she did. He's had a lot of practice with Kitty.]

Oh, red streaks? Gimme a second.

[He makes a rectangle with the forefingers and thumbs of his hands, holding them over her (the journal), then nods.]

Yup, I can totally see it. Red'd be a good look on you.

Edited 2011-08-20 05:47 (UTC)

You'd better. How could I film a blonde mad scientist? Tsk.

[Blushes lightly, shaking her head avidly with a grin, but she relents and accepts him at his word.] Thanks.

[Laughs at his antics, rolling her eyes and giving him a look at his outrageous actions.]

Yeah, well... I'm not so sure I should say the same to you. [She copies him, holding up her thumb and forefinger in a mirrored version of his.] Yep. You're definitely a cool colors type of guy. Blues and greens for you. It's your eyes.

Heey. Are you saying blonds can't be smart enough to be a scientist? Or that we're too awesome to go the crazy route?

[And then he gives a laugh, the first time in this conversation he's done so, despite be clearly amused before. Yeah, he's definitely a cool colors guy. He's just going to grin at her look, and it widens when she copies his movements.]

Blue does tend to make my eyes just pop.

[Or possibly it's his mutation. He's not entirely sure what makes his eyes that blue.]

Being a fellow blonde, I say we stick with the latter of the two. I would like to keep my sanity, thank you.

[Grins widely, glad she was able to make him laugh for a change.]

Your eyes are an intense shade. [Light shrug.] It suits you. [She doesn't mean anything by it, jus saying it how she saw it.]

I like this plan. Us blonds have to stick together, to rally against the dumb blond stereotype. And, you know. I like my sanity, too. What's left of it.

[He smiles at that.]

Yeah? Thanks. I'm used to them, I guess.

No kidding. Glad you like it.

[nods] It's you. That's all there is to it.

[smiles, then sobers somewhat.] Have you talked to anyone about this place? Or should I give you the low down?

[He's not liking the way she sobers when she offers to give him the low down, though he's not surprised. It'd be too much to take this guy at face value and expect a nice, pleasant, temporary stay.]

I haven't talked to anyone, yet. Just read the note and tried to contact people.

[Since he didn't have his communicator with him, he'd gone for the journal. Hadn't turned out exactly the way he'd hoped, though.]

Low down away.

[Looks like Chloe would have to explain. She was okay with that, though she didn't want to be the bearer of bad news.]

Um. Th-there's kind of a lot to go over. I've only been here a month, too, so...

Wh-which room number is yours? Maybe we should meet while I explain or... or give you a tour.

A month? Does that mean he grabbed you before the world got unmade, then, or have I just been in some kind of stasis, or something? Because if this guy was 'rescuing' people that long ago, I would've liked-

[Not to have been taken himself, because he'd needed to be there, but there are a few people that could have used 'saving.' But he cuts off there, because he'd been rambling again and she'd already suggested meeting before she explained.

And really, that she's been here a month is only a further point that there's more to this than what the note said.]

Uh, sorry. Yeah, meeting would be great. Uh, hang on, let me check.

[He disappears from sight for a moment as he goes to check his room number, then reappears.]

4153. I'll leave the door open.

Edited 2011-08-21 02:42 (UTC)

I don't know. I don't think I will be able to believe all our worlds are unmade until I see proof. I've been lied to about something important before. It won't happen again.

Oh. Okay. [Chloe had meant to see if he lived on her floor, but Bobby seemed harmless enough. And he offered to leave his door open.]

I'm on my way.

[He catches that 'worlds,' plural, remark, but keeps himself from asking about it. He'll save all his questions for after the explanation. Including any about whatever it was she was lied to about.

Instead, he gives her a slight smile.]

Proof is always the most important thing. I should know, I'm the math guy.

[Bobby nods at that.]

I'll be here.

[And he's just going to go wait in the hall, actually. He'll be leaning against his door frame, in the uniform he showed up in, and fiddling with his journal.]

[Laughing ironically at that statement, Chloe actually brings her hand up and lightly facepalms.] Great. Another one. [She's teasing, and when she lifts her hand away and smiles comically at Bobby she hopes he realizes that. Then she's moving through the barracks, offering only a small nod before closing her journal and making her way to his room.

She sees him standing in the hall, suddenly thankful they were using the video feed so it was less difficult to get confused.]

Hey. [She gives a small smile and wave as she approaches.]

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