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[polarisation]

Y'know, something's been bugging me. When I got here a while ago, I was... older. Taller 'n all that, definitely more 'n I should've been. Then 'bout a year ago [ to the day, as a matter of fact ] I turned back to normal. Dunno why.

That ever happen to anybody else here? Or-'ve you ever heard 'bout it?

[ ooc: He's referring to the old 'must age

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[fallsoutofbox]

[Curiously:] ...No.

[NOT HERE: Earlier, a package would have been delivered to the shelter, addressed to Lowell. Inside would have been a whimsically-wrapped gift that, when unwrapped, would prove to be a sports jersey with a soccer ball on the front and LOWELL 64 on the back. It is yellow with blue accents.]

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[polarisation]

Oh. [ Bit of a sigh. ] Wonder... if it was just me?

[ Doctor, that is incredibly sweet of you. While not his school's color or his old number, it still brings back memories. They're tinged with regret like all the rest, yet some of the happier ones he could think of. Definitely something he'll be keeping close by (even if he's not sure who could have sent it, because who here actually knows his birthday?). ]

[voice]

[fallsoutofbox]

Maybe. Could've been a temporal glitch, could've been another magic book. You say it just - happened?

[ voice ]

[polarisation]

Mhmm. Just like that. Don't think it was a book. [ Beat. ] Temporal glitch?

[halfbloodgit]

No. I can't say I'm aware of the phenomenon. Which may mean it is unique to you.

[polarisation]

Was kinda thinking that. It was really weird, though.

[halfbloodgit]

Describe it.

[polarisation]

I can't. It just-happened. [ When he was otherwise ridiculously distracted. Being used as a battery for a giant robot does that. ]

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[swatwithdragons]

[Sefton. Sefton when you go up to your room tonight you will find a plushie waiting for you on your bed. It's over-big because of too much material, too much stuffing in some places and not enough in others, and pretty lopsided, with crooked seams, but hey, at least it's still cute? And also: big. Use it as a wrap-around pillow.]

I remember that. But I haven't heard of it with anyone else.

[A beat.]

Snape was asking after you. He wants to continue some kind of experiment he says he was working with you on. Is that true?

[It would be pretty hard to miss the distaste in his tone.]

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[polarisation]

[ Well, that is definitely not what he expected when he came back inside. There's a slow approach before he sits down in front of it, pulling the head-side up and around in front of him, half-hugging it and half-using it as a way to prop his chin up before he answers the comm this time. Sefton's not sure what to make of the plushie, but he does know it looks like a lot of work went into it. ]

I don't get it. Why'd it happen at all...?

[ Snape? ... Oh. Oops. 'Experiment' gathers a small flinch from him before he continues, noting the tone as he does. ]

Uh... Y-yeah, I guess so.

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[swatwithdragons]

I don't know. Just part of the city being frustrating, I suppose.

[A bit of a sigh. He wants to ask, but after barging into the teen's bedroom last week ...]

Well, like I said, he wants to continue it with you. I told him I'd ask you if you wanted to, so the question is: do you?

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[polarisation]

I guess so.

[ Beat. Nervous lip-licking goes here. ]

Yeah, I... I do. But... you know him?

[ After the way Lance asked, he doesn't want to risk another situation like with Conrad happening again. ]

[miseryismyotp]

Hi, Lowell.

What, you mean like...reverse growth spurt?

[polarisation]

[ There's a bit of a silence here. When he speaks, it sounds... restrained. He hasn't forgotten what happened two weeks ago. ]

I don't really wanna talk to you.

[miseryismyotp]

Oh well.

Fine.

Fuck you, then.

[click!]

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[polarisation]

[ Normally, he would be able to let that go. Normally, he'd bury the emotions and blame himself.

His whole life has been anything but 'normal' the last month ever since he's been stuck here. Time for an angry (somewhat shakily spoken) voice-mail! ]

Are you kidding me? Fuck me?! Fuck you! You said you'd come over to help, you promised you'd try 'n get me out... you said you'd reign yourself in and you didn't! You attacked him! You wouldn't listen to me!

S-so... fuck you, Conrad. [ He gets quieter here, the hurt so much easier to pick out now under the quick burst of anger. ] Don't use my name if you wanna pick a fight again. Just-just don't.

[rpondicus]

Ah... no. Never happened to me.

[polarisation]

Oh. ... How long've you been here? [ He remembers when Rory came to him about his two weeks being up, but that doesn't necessarily mean he had only been in the city for two weeks by then... ]