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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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Hey, Chloe. Bobby. And hey, you never know. A welcome can make any place seem more welcoming. That's the function of welcomes.

[There's a sage nod, there. Of course, this is coming from the guy who might as well have been the welcoming committee back at his school.]

It wouldn't surprise me, either way. It's possible, but so are a million other reasons for getting kidnapped. Besides, you're never supposed to just trust what the all powerful guy tells you. Hasn't he seen any movies? Where are you from, anyway?

[He just. Doesn't touch the people being unmade thing. It's not pleasant, and if she hasn't seen it, he's glad.]

That's not surprising, either. What's castle without secrets and mysteries? Especially one that apparently didn't get unmade along with the rest of the universe and is a good holding grounds for whoever got 'rescued.'

[The castle he lives at is better. Probably has better secrets and mysteries, too. But he doesn't mention that, because, uh, he's realized he's started rambling.]

How many people are here?

[Chloe's grinning...and that grin isn't diminishing at all.]

I know, right? The movies are perfect examples of what not to do, filled with heroes and heroines you do not want to be. I'm from Buffalo, by the way. What about you?

Another good point. Keep them coming. [She's grinning again.] There's something about old houses or castles that just beg to be searched over with a fine toothed comb.

To that, I don't know. Quite a few, but no where near a hundred. You know... we should probably do a head count or roll call some time. That way it'll be more obvious when people go missing for a month. [A bit of dry humor to her tone, here.]

[And he isn't at all displeased to see that grin. Much better. He vastly prefers nudging the conversation towards grin-worthy topics.

Not that he isn't going to do his best to figure out what the hell is going on and how he's getting out of there, but there's no need to whine about getting kidnapped to people who, uh. Have been, too.]

Exactly! I swear, none of them have ever seen movies, either. There's only so many times you can shout at the screen before their refusal to acknowledge your advice gets discouraging. And, hey, cool! Westchester. Same state, at least. Uh, assuming you meant Buffalo, New York.

[She gets a grin as well at her comment about him making good points.]

Yeah, I make them occasionally. I'm gonna have to start pacing myself, though, or I'll use them all up. But yeah, all the castles I've ever seen have definitely been of the screaming 'I've got secrets' type.

[And then he pauses, brows furrowing slightly.]

Missing for a month? Does that happen often around here?

[She's laughing and nodding at that, tears nearly springing to her eyes.] A film critic! You and I can shout at screens all day, it doesn't change apparent stupidity. A pity, really. [And here's that small grin again.]

Yes, I mean Buffalo, New York. I've moved around a lot, though. I wonder if we've gone to the same school at one point. [She also wonders if he's a supernatural, but she's not saying that aloud.]

[And she's laughing lightly, shaking her head and painfully reminded of Simon. Then his words capture her attention and her brows shoot up.] Been to many castles? Or do you mean movies, again?

Ah... supposedly if you venture down into the tunnels beneath the keep, yes. I would advise against it until you know more, though. [She pulls a face, grimacing at that bit.]

[Her laughter just makes him grin wider.]

It really doesn't. It usually doesn't do anything but get me told to shut up.

As awesome as that would have been, probably not. I went to elementary school in Boston, and then I went to a boarding school.

[And he knows all the students there.]

I've been to a few! My school was in a sort of castle, actually, and I've been on tours. They get cranky at you when you sneak away to discover the secrets of the castle, though.

I have a feeling trying to figure out this place's secrets is going to meet with a lot more resistance than displeased tour guides.

[He nods at her advice.]

Avoid the creepy tunnels until further notice, check. I'm really good with not wandering around underground for a month.

[No, he doesn't know if they're creepy or not. He's just assuming chances are they are.]

Well, I'd be right there along with you, so...

[A light shrug.] Worth a shot, right?

[And she's laughing again.] I know how that goes--but it wasn't a castle, it was an old house. And you're probably right. [Speaking from previous experience.}

The hero has a brain. Cue evil mad scientist running through dark hallways, screaming in terror.

[He grins at her.]

Next time I want to yell at the characters onscreen in the vague hope they'll actually listen this time, I'll know who to have movie night with.

Oh yeah? Did you live there, or was it a tour thing?

[He chuckles, amused.]

Take that, evil mad scientist. About time you were the one doing the screaming in terror and running.

[Light laugh.] Sounds like a plan. I'm not entirely sure there is a television here, though. We may have to improvise.

[Definite hesitation there, as Chloe hunts for what to say.] Neither? It was... a milestone. We will go with that. We weren't there long, anyway.

[Maybe it was memories of that place and everything that occurred, but with Bobby's next comment Chloe bursts into amused laughter once more. It was cathartic.] If I ever see any mad scientists, I'll have to be sure I have you with me. [She grins again.]

I should probably be less surprised, since this is a castle and everything, but seriously? Lame.

[His castle had television. And a kid who controlled television with his mind. Bobby's a bit glad he's not here, he'd be really displeased.

He doesn't miss the hesitation, or her use of the word 'we,' but he doesn't pry. Poking at things that someone's clearly hesitant to talk about isn't good first conversation etiquette. Something you learned quickly living in a mansion full of mutants who generally had pasts they weren't keen to share.]

Congratulations on your milestone, then.

[Oh, good, she's laughing again. Bobby grins.]

No mad scientist can stop me. I'd insert maniacal laughter here, but I'm still perfecting it. Besides, I'm supposed to be the hero in this story.

[A wry grin, followed by a slight shrug.] I don't make the rules. [A pause.] Nor do I follow them, in some cases. It's like I said. This place is really big, and I have yet to explore all of it. Who knows what we might find.

[She didn't know how to answer that.] Th-thanks...

[Then she chuckles and shakes her head.] I don't know. I'm the director, here. Maybe I'll have you switch roles in the end. Keep the audience on their seats. [She's joking, of course.] How do you look in white doctor's garb?

Damn. You meant you're not secretly the one in charge of distributing television, pretending to be another poor victim of the lack of cable? That would have been so much easier.

Hey, if I find a giant room full of TVs when I explore this place, you'll be the first person I tell.

[He drops the milestone conversation entirely, and though the topic of switching roles from hero to villain isn't exactly one he's entirely comfortable with, given recent events, he doesn't let it show. It's not like she means anything by it.

Instead, he grins.]

I can't say it's a look I've ever tried before, but your wish, oh mighty director, is my command. Can I have crazy eye glasses, too?

[A slight pause, followed by a disbelieving chuckle. Yep. Definitely Simon like.] You do that.

[Grinning widely.] Only for some of the scenes. Oh! And how do you feel about wigs?

[He totally will, Chloe. He's going to find a room full of televisions. Just you wait.]

Score! I can rock the crazy eye glasses look. And that depends. Are they crazy Einstein wigs?

[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.

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