IC Contact Post [for savetheearth]

[elfstoned]

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PERSONAL CELL PHONE: XXX-272-4076

"Aaron Strider. Leave a message."



CLINIC PHONE: XXX-353-7727

"LSR Clinic. Hours are 8AM-10PM weekdays, 10AM-10PM Saturday and Sunday. If this is an emergency, hang up and call 911, or XXX-272-4076. Otherwise, leave your number and a message and your call will be returned tomorrow."

AS OF 2-28-2015, the only way to contact Aaron is through the Network.


NETWORK NUMBER: 43254644263

Comments

[espigeonage]

So I see.

[When his skin had changed Julien had started leaving scale-patterns for fingerprints everywhere. They're more obvious to him. He realizes with a pang that he's not sure he could recognize his old prints anymore.]

Then you're going to keep the stubble and like... trim your hair, at best? You'll have a beard in a few more days, looks like.

[elfstoned]

Mmm.

[He nods, running a hand over his chin.]

I don't like it, but it's well timed. Besides, I'll bet you anything my double will have cut his hair short by now.

[Dark, but amused:]

...I wonder if he's been arrested yet.

[espigeonage]

Evil twins. These are stupid, stupid days.

[and there's nothing really he can do about it. Julien can't see himself hunting down other-Aaron. Arnold's doppleganger likes him as much as Arnold but acts so differently, but there's something sharp and tetchy about the little Julien's seen of Aaron's.]

What do you want to do? Here, now? I can make more food. Show you around the house. Talk. Or buzz off.

good to end it here-ish?

[elfstoned]

....I think I'll have a look around.

[espigeonage]

Okay. I'll be here - need to make a broth, anyway.

[Julien's gonna try and feed you into looking less haggard. :|]

You're clear, full access. There's a lab with techy things. It had something in there that insulted people, but I got mad and took it apart...

Anyway, you know how to find me.

[elfstoned]

[A nod, and he's gone through a doorway.]