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Alpha Complex Test Drive Meme

Please feel free to take a Test Drive to see if the environment would suit your character! All potential players are welcome.

It may be your first day in Alpha Complex or your hundredth, either way, you are in serious trouble.

Scenario One
Your character has been accused of treason!

Whether the accusation is true or not, you are a wanted citizen! Do you turn yourself over to IntSec (Internal Security) for questioning? Do you make a run for it and go AWOL? Will you fight for your right to exist or hole up somewhere safe until the chaos passes? Do you become The Fugitive and try to prove your innocence? Or are you guilty as hell and seeking help from friends or other parties who would be willing to assist you for a price?

Beware of the security cameras everywhere - some of which actually work - and being spotted by citizens who might be willing to turn you in to gain points with The Computer or to prove their own loyalty.

Scenario Two
Your character has been given the mission to hunt down a traitor!

It is your job to hunt down and apprehend the traitor by any means necessary. If you fail or refuse, you might be accused of being a traitor yourself. It doesn't matter if the person you are hunting is innocent or had good reasons for their treason. It doesn't matter if their crime was major or some minor form of treason, Friend Computer wants their head. You have twenty four hours to complete your mission.

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"I'm right-Oh, sorry," Dick suddenly realises he's still invisible and sheepishly thumbs the switch to turn off the tech, revealing himself in front of her. It's only after he's done it that he realises what a terrible idea it was, she had literally just been talking about looking for traitors, and despite Lydia's assurances that he'd know his friends were really themselves when he saw them, he'd barely even spoken to Zee to find out. Still, he was so desperate to see a friendly face that he couldn't quite bring himself to care, and after all - she almost certainly didn't have her magic, but unlike all his super powered friends, Dick hadn't lost any of his skills when he came here, if anything was wrong, he should be able to get away.

"...hey." he offers softly, smiling slightly at her.

Well this bites.

He's barely been here for a couple of days and now the bipolar Computer overlord is pissed at him for something that wasn't even his fault. ...Alright, it was sort of his fault, a solid 20% his fault, but if nobody wanted him to try and dismantle Friend Computer's hardware then they really should have better equipped security for high-speed assaults. 80% better equipped, in Wally's humble opinion.

But it doesn't matter now, because now he's on the run. The Computer effectively put a hit out on him and now he's hiding away in some abandoned...warehouse thing that he probably can't live in, if he's being completely honest with himself. He's already slowing down, his metabolism having burned through whatever he's managed to eat so far today, and Wally needs rest. He's not done, he's going to find somewhere to hide, people to help him take this tyrannical system down chip by chip, but for now... he needs rest.

He's sitting on the far side of the building with his back against the wall, trying to ignore how annoyingly lightheaded he feels, when he hears a sound in the darkness on the other side of the building. He's on his feet in less than a second, and he stumbles a little to catch himself on the wall behind him as his head spins from the blood rush, but his voice is all confidence and challenge as he calls out into he darkness at the unseen intruder. "If you're here to try and catch me, good luck." His body language is all tenacity, despite how false it may be in the moment. "I don't know who you are but if you want to play a game of cat and mouse you're gonna lose. I can do this all day."

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Dick doesn't do too much snooping in computer systems because he doesn't want to accidentally give away his location to the computer, but sometimes he likes to sneak in and check up on things, make a few modifications here and there, see how his friends are getting on, checking up on important news that might be relevant to him - especially if it'll give him a head start on any price on his own head.

He's browsing through the traitor announcements when he sees a name that nearly makes his heart stop.

Wally West.

It might not be him, it might be a different version of him from another world, like Ray and Oliver and all of Barry's other friends, but even if it was, Wally was his best friend, he couldn't just leave him to whatever fate the computer had in store for him.

The first glimpse he caught of him on a security camera confirmed what he'd been hoping - it was really him, it was his Wally. Well, not his Wally, but... anyway. Focus.

He tracked the redhead's movements as far as he could until Wally had gone out of the range of the working cameras and then went hunting the old fashioned way, he was just searching an abandoned warehouse when he hears Wally's voice and he had to stop himself running towards him, he didn't want to startle the other boy after all.

"I bet you're not even tired," he calls out jokingly instead, moving slowly out of the shadows towards Wally.

Despite his confidence Wally is tense, with shoulders squared and jaw set, but his determination to be prepared for anything melts away almost immediately the moment he hears a voice respond. He barely has any time to doubt what he's hearing before a familiar face steps out of the shadows. Well, a familiar head of hair. A familiar height, a familiar smile, but not a familiar face, because Wally's never seen the face before. Between everything else, though, it's unmistakable, and Wally lingers for a minute in shock before finally managing to find his voice again. "...Rob? Is that-"

Of course it's him, Wally, don't ask stupid questions. It takes him another second to process, and he fills up the time lapse with another comment. "Are you kidding? I could run a marathon right now. Two, actually. Way more than two." It's hard to tell who's on your side in this place, but Wally doesn't doubt Robin for a moment. If anyone could find a way to keep their head in this place, it's Rob.

He's so relieved to see his friend that he doesn't think about his actions before executing them, running at Robin a little too fast and colliding with him in an embrace that's too tight. Wally's been certain that he's been alone since the day he arrived, but Robin is here, his best friend, and if Wally could have asked for just one other person to see again, it would have been Rob, without hesitation.

"What are you doing here? How long have you-" Wally releases Robin in the process of speaking, holding on to his shoulders firmly as he puts space between them, but he stops speaking abruptly when he sees his friends face once more. "...Dude can you like, close your eyes or something, this is really freaking me out. I feel like I just walked in on you naked."

Even though he's had a chance to get used to Wally being there during the search, it doesn't remotely prepare him for seeing Wally there, in the flesh, his best friend, finally. It's been too long, too lonely, and he never really realised just how much he needed to see a friendly face from home until this moment.

"Yea?" he smiles slightly at the marathon comment, trying not to reveal just how emotional he's feeling at Wally's appearance. It all breaks down when the speedster barrels into him, and Robin flings his arms around the other boy and practically clings to him. It's partly in order to prevent himself from falling over at the sudden impact, but it's mostly to reassure himself that Wally's really there, flesh and blood.

"Months. It's been.. it's..." he stops, confused for a moment before laughing, realising the problem that Wally was having, and it was a little weird to think this was the first time Wally had really seen his eyes. He fished in his pocket for the makeshift mask he'd created, tying it around his face. It didn't really cover the way his glasses or mask did back home, he hadn't been able to recreate the lenses so it was really just a zorro-esque strip of fabric, but it was better than nothing "That better?"

Natasha told herself that she'd rather die than kill another innocent man on the orders of some blood thirsty power hungry entity, and yet here she is.

When she's chosen for the assignment to hunt down the new traitor she accepts with little choice; to deny in a place like this is treason in and of itself. She doesn't actually plan on killing him... all she can do is hope to bring him in alive and let him go through the reconditioning process, maybe she can even find him afterwards and help him realize his true memories in secret. That's her plan, until she sees his picture.

These boys are like a disease.

This has to be the second - third? maybe third - time that Natasha is put in the position between not breaking the law, and doing the right thing. And every time it's been because of a Super Soldier in one way or another - at least, within the past five years. There's no way Natasha can allow Bucky to be brought in for reconditioning, not after what he's been through. He may be able to withstand it but that's not the point; she knows what that's like. Morally, she can't allow herself to condone it.

She briefly considers trying to get out of it, telling Computer that she's not physically prepared for such a target but she knows that would only make them send Steve. Steve is doing good work, and Natasha isn't foolish enough to think that he wouldn't throw it all away in order to save Barnes' skin. Somebody has to take the fall, and it's better off being her.

It doesn't take her long to track him down, not with how familiar she is with the place now while he's still trying to learn his way back from the bathroom. When she first sees him it's from behind, his back facing her as he runs down a hall, and Natasha wets her lips nervously as she watches him run before she calls out from the other end of the corridor. "Barnes!"

Maybe she should let Steve handle this. Very little of her past experiences with Bucky have been anything but violent, and Natasha doesn't know what state his head is in right now. She has to try, though, and when she catches his attention she stares at him for a few moments anxiously before she speaks again. "We need to get you out of here, you need to follow me." It's treason. She's been working pretty damn hard to not commit that this time, but apparently it's true what they say. Old habits and all that. "They're going to find you if you keep this up, you need to come this way." She knows how laughable her next comment may sound to him but she can only hope that she's built some sort of rapport after the call she made. If it even matters. If he even remembers. "I need you to trust me right now."

Wally blinks once when Robin finishes putting on the mask and he scoffs with a wrinkle to his nose, as if insulted his friend would even ask. "No it's not better, it just makes it weirder! This isn't your mask, it looks like you're wearing..." Wally takes the mask and lifts it up so it's off of Robin's eyes, messing up his hair instead, "panties on your face or something, take that thing off." It's strange, seeing his face for the first time. Wally's known Robin for years, all of them being the most influential years of his life since they first met when he became Kid Flash. He'd seen him in his mask, in sunglasses with civilian clothing, and yeah, sometimes it bothers Wally that he doesn't even know his best friends real name. It's become a part of their friendship, though, so much so that it feels like some sort of betrayal when he sees Rob's face for the first time. He realized a long time ago that he doesn't need to know what Robin looks like or what his real name is to trust him with his life.

"What do you mean months? I've only been here for a couple of days, I saw you back home just - oh man. Oh man hold up, this is like," Wally releases Robin's shoulders so he can wave his hands in front of him, one making a circular motion and the other pointing to it to gesture... nothing that can be deciphered. "This is like on of those dimensional things, right? Uncle Barry has told me about this stuff, time hops and all of that, did I run through time? That's sick, I didn't even know I could do that!" He finishes by planting his hands on his waist with a smug smile, a little too proud of himself after giving himself credit for something he most certainly didn't accomplish. "Now I just have to figure out how to get back home. I can bring you with me, we can get out of here!"

He looks over Robin's shoulder to make sure that he's alone before Wally's eyes return to his friends face, still a little struck by the fact that he can see it in the first place after all these years. "Are you on the run too? That stupid computer is having a tantrum, you try to disconnect one hard drive and it acts like you were trying to erase it's memory or something." Which is exactly what Wally tried to do. No use in the technicalities though. "...Wait, so you've been here for months without wearing your mask? Just like that?" Why does that rub Wally the wrong way? He's known Rob since they were little kids, and the thought of a bunch of strangers and robots learning his best friends identity before Wally did hits his pride in exactly the wrong place.

"Well I'm sorry my face is so weird to you," Dick laughs, taking the mask the rest of the way and shoving it back in his pocket, smoothing his hand over his hair to fix the mess Wally made of it. His hand freezes when Wally says he just saw him back home and his eyes widen slightly. The babbling about time made him feel a little bit better about it, maybe it was possible after all, but if it wasn't... it brought some very unpleasant implications about cloning. People were being dragged from different worlds and time points so maybe that was an explanation, but then surely he would have been missing and... thinking about it gave him a headache. Maybe it was just time travel. Maybe Wally had only come from a couple of days after he'd left, maybe time moved differently here, it was a conundrum to unravel for a different day, he didn't want to darken this reunion with it now.

"Something like that, I think," is what he says instead "If you could figure out how to get us out of here that would be pretty great, so far I haven't had any luck. Obviously. Oh, hey, speaking of your uncle Barry... he's kind of here. I mean, it's not the same him, but it's him." that probably didn't make any sense if Wally had only been here a couple of days, but it was the best way to explain it.

"Sort of on the run, I've been kinda off-grid for a month or so now, it's not so bad, I know safe places to hide and I've made some friends amongst the other specials who help me out as well. I-oh, yea," he shrugs at the mask question "It just... well, you know the outfits they make you wear here don't exactly lend themselves to masks, uh, most people here don't actually know Robin, I mean, a couple of people have learnt about some of my skills and it's sort of come up in conversation a bit, plus some people know about Batman and Robin for different reasons," he remembers how Hardison pegged him right away "but that's kind of a long story. But anyway, I've kind of... not been Robin here."

Wally's brow pinches again when Rob mentions his uncle Barry being him but not him, and his eyes move down to the ground between them in thought as he tries to mull over how that can be possible. Robin can be mistaken, it can be a different Barry, but Robin doesn't make mistakes like that. He wouldn't make that claim unless he's certain. "If it's a time thing he can just be younger..." he thinks aloud, but even as he says it he's shaking his head as if he knows that's not the case. That's too easy. "If there's a time differentiation here it can be a dimensional change, Uncle Barry has told me about different versions of Earth before but I never really thought I'd ever see it. It sounded so cool at the time..." It's not cool anymore, Wally decides. This is so not cool.

He only looks up again when Robin explains that the people here doesn't even know him as Robin, and it takes another lingering second for him to realize what that means. "They know your name? Your real name?" He can't help but sound a little hurt this time, his shoulders sagging in disappointment. It makes sense, he supposes... without Batman here, Rob would have no reason to go by his vigilante title. In fact, it would be smarter if he didn't so he could still use it if he has to, and that all makes sense to Wally. It still sucks, though. It sucks knowing that a bunch of strangers now know things about his best friend that he's not even allowed to know. He swallows hard, hoping that Robin would just give him the information, but when he doesn't Wally takes another hit to his pride as he croaks out his question. "I mean," he kicks the ground awkwardly in discomfort, "...what is it...?"

"I'm pretty sure it's dimensional," he nods "We've compared a couple of notes, there's definitely some people we both know but a lot of people we don't." he can't help but agree with Wally's assessment, it seems like it would be really cool and interesting, but in reality it's just kind of a disappointment, especially when he hears about people turning up that he recognises, but who turn out to be from Barry's world. He can't believe he's finally met someone from his own world and it's Wally of all people, one of the two he would want to see more than anything.

He doesn't know whether to be amused or guilty at Wally's reaction to finding out everybody here knows his real name, he can understand why his best friend in all the world might feel a little jealous of the people who know his secret identity, especially when Wally doesn't, but at the same time... it isn't like nobody in the world knows what it is. The only people at home who know that Robin and Dick Grayson are one and the same are family, of course, but Dick is pretty damn well known - a biproduct of being the son of one of Gotham's wealthiest names of course.

When Wally comes right out and asks it, there is a split second hesitation because he knows how much Bruce had drilled it into him that he should never reveal his secret to anybody, but it's not like Wally isn't going to find it out anyway, and he deserves to be told by Dick himself because otherwise it's just not fair, and honestly? He's been waiting for this moment for a while, he wants Wally to be the first person from back home to find out, and even though the circumstances are a million miles from what he ever hoped, he's still glad to be able to do it.

"It's Dick. Dick Grayson." and if Wally knows anything about Gotham and its upper crust, it's not a great leap to figure out who Batman is.

Wally hates how on edge he is as he waits for a response, and for a second he's almost sure that Robin isn't going to answer him. How awful would that be, if he still decides to keep that secret when a bunch of strangers know who Rob really is? Wally isn't sure if he would be able to actually handle that.

He says the name and the older boy can't help his first reaction, a snorted laugh that's paired with his shoulders hunching as he leans forward in amusement. "Yeah, alright, you're Dick Grayson," he scoffs with a roll of his eyes, but when Robin doesn't laugh Wally's grin fades into something more stunned. Soon he looks as if he's been slapped, and his mouth flops open and shut almost comically with rapid blinks. "...Wait," he begins slowly, his hand moving to point directly at Robin. "You're Dick Grayson. ...You're Dick Grayson?? Hold on, but that means- HOLY CRAP!" His hands shoot up to grab his own hair, eyes wide in awe. "That means that BRUCE WAYNE IS BATM- shh!" he hushes Robin as if he was he one about to scream a secret that meant nothing in this world, and he continues in a frantic whisper, leaning in a little to close the space between them. "That means that Bruce Wayne is Batman- oh man, oh man, oh man that is - this is so sweet!" Wally is yelling again by the end of his sentence.

"So wait, you're - he's- you're- so you've been- and he's been-" he stops himself abruptly time and time again, answering the questions in his own head, and by the end of it Wally is laughing in amazement before he reaches in to hit Robin on the arm. "Dude! Dude! Oh man, you probably have the best video game set up back home and you've been totally holding out on me, seriously? Seriously. Seriously?" Wally shakes his head, finally letting his excitement fade a little for the sake of his health; he's feeling light headed as it is. His arms cross in front of his chest as he shakes his head, staring at Robin in disbelief.

"...I totally called it." He comments with a one shouldered shrug. "I totally knew, I mean, he had to have a lot of dough to be driving around cars like that, and that sort of gear isn't cheap, right? I totally called it." He frowns, suddenly looking a little put out. "...I don't have to call you Dick now, right? And I thought my name was bad."

Dick's a little bemused when Wally's first reaction is disbelief, but he waits for the other penny to drop and man, when it does, the reaction is kind of glorious and he has to fight really hard not to burst out laughing at several points. When Wally eventually winds down he's managed to get himself under control, but he still can't keep the fond smile from his face.

"Okay," he held his hand up, checking his fingers off as he made his way through the points "Yes, I am really Dick Grayson. Yes, my dad is Batman, or Bruce Wayne, well, both. My video game set up is... pretty good, okay, I admit it, I mean it's not as good as my gym set up, but still... I'm sorry man, I promise, when we get back you get to come over. And finally I don't care what you call me, I'm just glad you're here." he finishes sincerely, kind of impressed with himself how evenly he manages to keep his tone when it almost feels like it's going to crack and he's going to horribly embarrass himself by blubbering all over Wally.

"You could call me Richard but nobody calls me Richard, not even Alfie." he offers with a half smile.

A short haired soldier named Jan had just gotten here to say the least and already was on the run because the computer said he was a threat. He was a Special that had just arrived but he had followed orders to a tee.

Maybe something the computer didn't like about him? What the computer didn't know, couldn't hurt it.

Jan had found a place and was hiding out where the camera was briefly knocked out so that it wasn't recording.

Zatanna blinks when she sees the person in front of her. He's not wearing a mask — although, why would he, if he's been invisible? — and it takes her a moment, eyes squinted as she studies his face, to recognize the familiar jaw line and general facial structure. It's Robin, all right, but she'd never seen his eyes before just now. They're so blue.

Oh wow...he has such nice eyes...

Focus, she reminds herself and the surprise registers on her face when she realizes that she's let herself start to slip down the rabbit hole of her crush on Robin. "Oh! Oh wow...your mask is gone," she breathes and then, with flushed cheeks and a sheepishly shy smile, she adds, "...hey."

Admittedly, being sent on a mission to find a traitor is intimidating enough as it is. She's new here and she's still learning the lay of the land, but the fact of the matter is, she disagrees with almost everything the Computer considers to be treasonous. But adding to that, knowing that the person she's looking for is named Wally West makes her super uncomfortable. The thing is, it might not be him; it probably isn't Kid Flash, but the name itself is jarring enough and she's almost decided that maybe she shouldn't do this mission at all and just take the punishment for it.

In the end, she tells herself that there's no way this Wally is the Wally she knows and she's not interested in being arrested today, so she goes. She's been following security footage that's been fed to her via her PDC to pursue him and the red hair makes her wary of carrying out this mission, but she's only seen the back of his head in every shot. It's probably not him. It's almost definitely not him. It's totally a coincidence.

Zatanna is, quite honestly, a little afraid to follow him into the warehouse because all she's got on her is a RED barrel on a laser gun — he's wearing RED, too; does that mean it'll kill him? She doesn't want to kill anybody today — and absolutely no magic which...she hadn't realized until recently she used so heavily as a crutch back home.

His voice echoes a little in the big space and it's mostly dark, so she can't see him just yet, but she pushes forward anyway. He sounds like the Wally she knows, even.

It isn't him. You just miss home and your mind is playing tricks on you, she tells herself, raising the laser gun, not to use it but to at least try to look the part. "I'm just trying to do my job," she calls back. "There's legal aids and lawyers that'll help you if you really didn't do anything wrong," she points out warily, moving further into the cloak of darkness in the room. He could be anywhere given the way their voices are bouncing all over the space and the abundance of shadows. "I'm not going to hurt you." She frowns and sighs softly. This is the worst.

Lydia tended to take the "ass route," as some of her friends before the pack would've called it, when she was on her way to Specials HQ. It was important to keep from being caught heading in that direction because she wasn't interested in compromising the location of the HQ since there were a lot more people who would be impacted by that than just her. Sure, her little robo-dog Petbot scrambled her GPS location if she was being tracked by surveillance, but she also needed to be mindful of the possibility that she might have been being followed at any given time. It wouldn't have been the first time, after all...

Usually, when she went this way, she never came across other people. If there was movement in or around the corridor, it was usually another Special and there was kind of an unspoken rule about announcing one's presence so that they knew it was safe. So, when she heard movement and didn't hear someone call out — it was pretty hard to miss the sound of Lydia approaching, what with Gucci's motorized movements and the clack-clack-clack of his little metal paws on the ground — she paused. "...hello?" she called out warily. The sound of her voice was low in volume to keep from drawing too much attention. Gucci's threat proximity alarm wasn't going off, though, so it probably wasn't a threat to her at all.

"Dick, I swear to God if that's you and you jump out at me again, I'm going to slap you this time, I'm not even kidding you little punk," she added, huffing a small laugh as she rolled her eyes. He enjoyed doing that to her a little too much, in her opinion. If it was him, it wouldn't be the first time nor would it be the last, she was sure.

Jan was careful and bent down hearing a voice call out and quickly pulled out his weapon. He had no idea if this person was hostile or actually a ally.

The ISA soldier's trained eyes moved toward the woman approaching his location. He was quiet again but was against the wall and moved closer to the woman in question. He popped out and already had a weapon out just in case.

"Who the hell are you?!"

"I've only been here for three days," she replied. "I haven't done anything since I've gotten here."

He didn't know why she was selected to be a fugitive. That probably meant that any of them didn't know why she was wanted. She curled a little more into herself. How long did these things last? Were they instructed to come after her until her actual capture? She listened carefully as he kept talking.

"What will happen to you if you fail your mission?"

She didn't want bad things to happen to him as well. He seemed nice enough.

Admittedly, Cisco's relieved to hear that she's okay. He feels bad enough running into her like that, but if he'd hurt her to the point where she couldn't honestly say that, he'd feel ten times worse.

When she blurts out the bit about him being a traitor, Cisco almost recoils before she tacks on the fact that she is, too. "Yeah, well, join the club. Honestly, who isn't?" he asks rhetorically, looking over his shoulder again. The guardbot is making good time in spite of its slow movements.

"Come on, I know a place, but we have to be fast enough to lose him and we're gonna have to take the long way," he explains urgently, grabbing her hand and all but dragging her along as he takes off again. Barry's going to kill him for this, he's pretty sure of it, but the only place he can think of off the top of his head that he knows is safe — assuming they can get there after losing the guardbot long enough to throw it off — is Specials HQ.

Gasping at the sudden movement, Lydia pulled her own laser gun by reflex, because she was still learning the whole hand-to-hand thing and it hadn't settled itself into instinct yet. The fact that she was wearing an ORANGE jumpsuit while holding an ULTRAVIOLET weapon ought to be cause for concern, probably.

"Who the hell are you?!" she snapped back as her PDC started beeping and Gucci started barking. Well, so much for a threat proximity warning before the threat presented itself. She'd have to take him back to Root to have his programming tweaked a little. More than a quarter of a second heads up, after all, would be nice.

Derek shrugged. That was a good question. One which Derek had a feeling he knew the answer to, but she wasn't going to like it. He was used to taking the hits for other people, though; he'd been doing it for years.

"I don't know, I'll be choking down SoylentRED for the rest of my life?" he asked more than stated. In actuality, he had a feeling that he, himself, would be tried for treason. It was what it was. He'd manage to get himself out of trouble; Derek always did. Especially if Stiles was around, because Stiles was especially good at that sort of thing.

Derek paused, wetting his lips and holstering his laser gun. "Are you gonna come out...?" he asked, lifting his eyebrows. "Or...should I just go on my merry way and continue failing to find you?"

Elsa considered it. She didn't want people hurt because of her. Slowly, she unfolded herself from the cramped corner from where she was hiding and stepped forward until she stood behind Derek. She wiped at the smudge of oil on her cheek and looked at him, trying to stand as tall as she could, while still out of the watchful eye of a security camera.

"You really can't tell me why they say that I'm a fugitive?" she asked, glad she didn't have her powers: otherwise, the entire area would be filled with frost.

He stopped and placed down the weapon and sighed "Listen, name's Jan.. I'm new here...

"You a friendly face? Hard to tell who's friendly or not these days.. I'll explain more later, let's just keep moving."

He didn't like the cameras watching his every move if he could help it.

It's a moment before he realises why she's looking at him with such amazement, recognition not quite hitting her eyes for the first few moments of her studying him, and for a second his response is confusion. Then the realisation hits just a moment before she actually spells it out for him and he smiles awkwardly, rubbing a hand through his hair.

"Uh, yea, I don't really wear it that much here, and when I do it's kinda not the same... " he shrugs "Um.. how have you been? How long have you been here? What's going on? Sorry that's a lot of questions, it's been so long since I've seen anyone from home.."

When he put down his weapon, Lydia lowered hers, but she didn't put it away. She was small and had no mutant abilities; she was still learning self-defense from her boyfriend and friends. It was safer for her to err on the side of caution, but she didn't want to continue to appear as a direct threat.

"If by friendly, you mean I'm not going to turn someone into the Computer without a damn good reason," she started, "then yes. I'm a friendly face."

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Templar's kind of on guard right now..

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Eh, she'll manage.

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Ah.. Sorry about Jan's defensiveness.

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It's cool.