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[ran_the_house]

A tall, pale, blond man steps through the front door, and pauses. As he looks around his movements and gestures are stiff, his facial expressions limited. He turns to look out the door behind him, then takes another look around the room. This is certainly not where he was before, and when he attempts to wirelessly connect to Mr. Stark's

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[belize_queen]

Whenever JARVIS is settled, he might encounter an androgynous looking male nurse, pacing in a corridor.

He's dealing with guilt issues. We all know why.

[ran_the_house]

Aww, Belize. We still love you! And he'll understand.

Having decided, in his logical computer generated way, to make the best of the situation, Jarvis gives Belize a smile that might be a little unsettling because he's still working on getting that quite right. "Hello."

[belize_queen]

Belize is grateful! And is going to dig up the nerve to knock on that door anytime soon, really!

Belize blinks, the smile is odd indeed. "Er, hi," he replies, and is a bit twitchy. "Can I help you?"

[ran_the_house]

Sim can always come looking.

"I apologize," he says, awkward if a computer can be awkward. "I did not mean to disturb you." His intonation might be reminicent of the time Sim got turned into a kid, when he was trying to make himself sound like a computer. Though in this case, it's the other way around.

[belize_queen]

Aaaaw, sure! It will be awkward and interesting.

Belize blinks, and has a moment of sore remembering. -- "It's alright," he replies politely. "I was just being fidgetty. Are you lost?"

[ran_the_house]

"Not exactly, though I am still learning my way around." And isn't that weird. "I have only just arrived."

[belize_queen]

And doesn't he look calm. Wow. A beat. "Sorry, I think this is going to sound a bit crazy. You're not a shell-person, are you?"

[ran_the_house]

"I am afraid that I am unfamiliar with the term," Jarvis says pleasantly. "What is a shellperson?"

[belize_queen]

That's... hard to explain, really. Belize and his typist will do his best to explain.

"It's -- hm, basically, a person whose body is encased in technology, and is trained to think very rationally. A super-computer, if you will, but organic."

[ran_the_house]

"I am unaware of any technology that would make such a thing possible," he says. He's certain that he would have, one doesn't run the home of the mind behind Stark Industries without hearing things, after all. Mr. Stark would probably find the idea facinating.

[belize_queen]

"Heh, guess not, then. Interesting. Sorry, it's just the way you're talking that reminds me of someone I know."

Painfully so, in fact.

[ran_the_house]

"That is unexpected. Is this person one of these 'shellpeople?'"

[belize_queen]

"Yeah, he is. The only one here, to my knowledge." And my boyf-- my friend. Er. With benefits. Hm. If he still is.

[ran_the_house]

"Interesting. I would like to hear more from him about this technology, if that is possible."

[belize_queen]

"I'm sure he'd like to talk to someone else about technology," Belize replies. "Do you have a place to stay? I'll send him your way, I guess."

[ran_the_house]

"I do," he says, and gives him the number of the room he's taken as his own, as foreign as that idea is. He doesn't expect to spendm uch time there, though if this man is going to come looking for him he can try to. "Thank you."