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ALAN VARREN ALVA 34 / MALE / KERNS-NORMAN TYPE 1 MORO #029 / MEDBAY PHYSICIAN / RANK NAUTA "Alva. Leave a message."

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after nick idk

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don't freak out, stay in the lab, i'm coming to you

there's another one like you, and he's my goddamn roommate. got another hair.

i fucking hate this place already. if you wanna kill them all just on principle, i'm down for it

Re: after nick idk

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[ From zero to sixty in 3.5 seconds, to quote a classical artist. ]

What are you talking about?

Andyr.

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another fucking not clone that looks like a you-clone. like rogers, the gentle blond marshmallow man. this one, nick gant, is more of a twat, so at least there's that. [ as if that's something he's glad for. spoilers, he is. ]

i'm heading there now with one of his hairs for you to test for KN, okay, calm down, hold val's hand or smth

this icon is starting to be very useful

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[ He actually tabs out of the messaging app thing to just run his hands over his face and make a loud exasperated sound. Gloriana would have a field day with this - two seeming clones of him in a day, possibly clone-compatible too because their genetics won't have that au natural lock to them.

Christ on a shit stick. ]

What's he like.

yes good

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smart ass. kind of a prick. he wanted me to handle his balls.

[ ANDYR THAT IS NOT WHAT HE SAID... ]

he's ok

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Maybe you can check his prostate too, give it a good massage.

[ Is he joking? MAYBE. Deadpan loses weight when it's text. ]

This is making my head spin.

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you're the one who likes talking about that shit so much, i'll let you handle the ball fondling and ass massages. it'll be a good bonding experience.

[ it could really be either way with them, who knows. ]

no shit, me too. almost there, see you in a sec

[ and a few minutes later, in comes andyr, with the general stiffness he always has entering a lab, coming up to alva with a couple strands of nick gant's hair held out. maybe he yoinked a little too many, whoops. ]

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No one wants to check the Mice out after a party.

[ Why not dump the post-"companionship" checks with the lab tech who's also a damn Mouse? There's Gloriana logic for you. He takes some time to wash out the vile taste of that reminder out, and by the time he's done drinking water, Andyr's swinging into the medbay. With someone else's hair again. ]

I hope this won't become a regular thing, Andyr.

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[ one hand holding out someone else's hair, the other looking down at the last text he received on his MID, Andyr pulling an ew face at it. ] Gross.

[ yeah, no, he didn't need that reminder. honestly, as horrible as Hapsburg is, thank fuck it wasn't Gloriana's """companionship""" department he ended up in. here, asshole, take your you-hair. ]

Believe me, I'm not loving it either. Even if they've got nothing to do with the Houses and KN shit, some asshole's having a laugh about this somewhere.