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[Alex has decided that until he found a better way to deal with this, he has to use video on this network. Otherwise, no one was going to be able to tell him and the other Alex apart. At least--for now.]

Look, I apologize in advance for the lack of filters on this message. The technology here is a bit more than I'm used to; still trying to get the hang of it.

[If someone wants to teach him, by all means.

Letting out a breath, he works his jaw slightly, again taking time to phrase out his words. Calling people out on the network is always a gamble, and as he hasn't learned how to sort through the system yet, he isn't even sure if these people are here. But hey--it's worth a shot.]

First off--if anyone knows a guy named Eames, Arthur, or a girl named Ariadne [He thinks that was her name] I'd appreciate if you or they got in touch with me. I got some information that might interest them.

[He shifts in his seat, leaning forward slightly.]

I was wondering if there are any sparring groups set up on board already? Working out by myself is fine, but I'd rather have someone to go up against if possible.

[And then the big question; the one that's been bothering him since he arrived here. He hates talking so much as it is (when half the people aren't really going to give a shit, at least), but this one was probably the most important.]

And... does anyone know if there is a secure bunker on board? Like 'survive a nuclear explosion' secure.

[He needed somewhere to practice his powers, damn it, without blowing a hole in the hull.]

So uh..that's it. Thanks, or whatever.

[And he shuts the feed down.]

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Apparently. [ Will this place ever stop giving her a headache? ]

Any chance you feel like sharing with the class what those powers are?

Plasma blasts.

Plasma blasts. [ It's a good thing October's well-versed in games. ] Seriously?

No, I'm making it up.

[He's got a bit of a smirk on his face.]

[ She rolls her eyes, though she might look a little amused, too. ] Mind explaining how it works? Or should I just assume?

My body converts cosmic rays into plasma. I shoot it through my chest plate or my hands.

[ The chest plate portion of that sounds so lame, but she's going to keep that to herself. ] That's actually kind of badass.

[Someone once called him a care-bear. Then showed him what one was. He didn't appreciate it.]

It can be, yeah.

[ October wouldn't appreciate that, either. ]

You can control it, though, right? You're not just going to randomly explode and tear a hole in the middle of the ship, are you?

[That hit's a nerve--and it shows on his face, a flash of resentment, but he quickly controls it.]

No I'm not going to lose control. I have a suit I wear to keep me from doing that.

Okay. [ If this wasn't something that could potentially destroy the ship and kill everyone on board, October would probably be giving him shit about being overly sensitive. Instead, she just holds up her hands defensively. ] I was just asking, that's all.

Yeah? And I'm telling you. [Alex making friends 101--be an asshole.]

Next time, try telling in a less pissed off tone. It'll get you a lot farther with people. [ Like you have room to talk, October. ]

I get as far as I want with people. I'm not social on purpose.

Are you sure you didn't just adapt to that way of thinking because you didn't know how to be social to begin with?

No.

[Yes.]

If you say so. [ She doesn't look like she believes it, though. ]

Edited 2012-06-12 15:05 (UTC)

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