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Lyle sent ya? What do you need help with?

For the most part the teenager seems lucid and harmless, minus spacing out mid conversation and trailing off. If anything, he's anxious about all the new Cursed he's been seeing, finding it harder and harder to play it off as him just being tired.

*Getting a better look at the apartment, Elliot sees how Jeannes body stretches far behind her and around the apartment. Most of it seems half-hazardly pushed out of the way, making clear pathes to what seems to be the most visited spots of the apartment. *

"You don't have to worry about me. I uh, don't take up much space. I just need somewhere soft to rest my head and hopefully a place to shower this long... day... night... off." He gesture vaguely at the sheer amount of Jeanne everywhere. "Uh... do you need help moving bits of... you around? I can help before I settle in as a thank you for letting me stay here."

Preferably, stay outta my bedroom unless there's an emergency or if I say you can for whatever reason.

And yeah, you can use the shower. I'll grab you a t-shirt and sweats.

"Aww, thanks dude. Much appreciated. Uh, before I pop in there, is there anything off limits like certain soaps or shampoo? I've got kind of a... situation underneath this hat."

I'm pretty sure there's a brush on the counter too, if you need it.

Hey, do you like spaghetti? I think I'm gonna cook some up if you want some.

Now that he had cleaned, conditioned and hydrated his hair and wasn't wearing his delivery cap, he had a mound of curly light brown hair that was beginning to gain volume as it dried off. This was just another anomaly to go along with his bright blue eyes and darker skin, though the mystery of why his hair appeared straight at the back and in other areas was solved—thanks to some extreme hat hair from his hat being worn for hours at a time and the constant jogging to each delivery while carrying steamy pizza. "Oh, uh, sorry for the late response. I was still rinsing off, and then I kind of spaced out... I'm down for some spaghetti; I haven't eaten anything really since this morning before my shift. I'll honestly eat anything at this point as long as it's not pizza. I think I need a little break from it."

You can sit on the couch and watch some TV or whatever while I cook. It sounds like you need to relax.

"Uh, everyone likes spaghetti, dude. And uh, the only thing you need to worry about is shellfish. I'm allergic to that stuff. It won't kill me, but it'll make me wish I was dead if I eat some. Hives, rashes and really bad stomach stuff and vomiting. Not fun."

Alright. Come fix yourself a bowl. Get however much of whatever you want.

He probably could have polished off the entire thing himself since he hadn't eaten most of the day and had a big appetite, but that would have been rude. Besides, Jeanne was—for lack of a better term—large and probably needed more food herself. As Elliot started eating he looked over at Jeanne, deciding that maybe now would be a good idea to make some small talk and get to know her better. "So...if you don't mind me asking, were you always like this?" He gestures vaguely at her long body with his fork. "Or is it because of outside that I've been told is dangerous? Most of the people I've seen are now uh, different in one way or another."

So no one's told you about what's going on? About the eldritch alien thing in the sky?

You really saw it-? Like, straight-up?

For the rest of us, all it took is a glimpse to become a full monster. But for you. . . You confronted it head-on. It feels unfair.

All he could do was meekly rub at his arm and give her an apologetic and nervous smile, like he was in trouble somehow. "Uh... I'm sorry...? It just kind of... happened."

We just got on a kinda angsty topic. Sorry.

It was an extremely lame subject change... but he thought it was better than nothing.

And.. I like movies that are funny. Not necessarily just comedy, but yeah. Action and adventures are cool.

He picks up his bowl of spaghetti and finishes off the rest, gradually relaxing as the two continue talking with one another. "I think there was a band around the city somewhere that sounded cool and I know somebody personally who has some killer pipes. I wonder how they're all doing now, damn. I hope they're ok."

I wonder how my family's doing.

Elliot resumed picking at the thread as he looked over at Jeanne. "Uh, do you wanna talk about it? I may not know... what to really say but it's sometimes better to just let out your worries than hold it in."

But if you wanna talk to me about anything, you can. I don't mind.

"Uh… well, I'm worried about whether my family is cursed and if they're like me or just meat sludge, or if they're fine and the way I black out and wake up without remembering what I did is CRAZY freaking me out." His lips purse into a thin line, and he lets out a small groan. "And then there's that other me whose memories I get now and again. What if they go nuts and hurt people, and I get blamed for it? Or uh, what if they have my memories and deliver a pizza to my bo- uh, someone I know who lives here, and they think it's me?"

Have you tried confronting it?

But this doesn't seem like something you can just wait out.

"Shit...I mean, yeah. You do have a point, but still." He slouches even further and drags his hands across his face, letting out a raspberry. "What am I supposed to do though if they're violent, or we touch each other and both of us like, EXPLODE?"

*Jeanne tugs on her "tail", whatever you'd call the mass under her lowest set of arms.*

"You're really big, but you've been the only one who seems safe. I've met, uh… a weird, sleepy dude who didn't seem all there, that Mutt person who seems nice, but has a weird vibe around them, and Lyle, who seems like he'd be scared of his own shadow. I...guess I can try to uh, solicit help tomorrow and knock on doors?"

Maybe if you can manage to get it on this floor, I can protect you. But I can't go to the other floors. I can barely reach the end of the hall and I have a lot of deadweight to carry either way.

Elliot looks over at the entirety of Jeanne and then over at the doorway. "I can try to bring, uh... me over here. I think I'll call it that... feels a little weird calling something that looks like myself it." He rolls his shoulders before continuing. "Regardless, thanks for the help. I'll try and pay you back somehow, though, uh... the best thing I can probably do is give you pizza?"

Oh yeah. These are for you when you wanna sleep. You can set up the couch whenever you want.

And I can just stay in my room when you're ready to go to bed anyways. I don't mind.

*She makes it to her room, closing the door as much as she could. Unfortunately, her own body was kinda in the way.*

Lyle sent ya? What do you need help with?

For the most part the teenager seems lucid and harmless, minus spacing out mid conversation and trailing off. If anything, he's anxious about all the new Cursed he's been seeing, finding it harder and harder to play it off as him just being tired.

*Getting a better look at the apartment, Elliot sees how Jeannes body stretches far behind her and around the apartment. Most of it seems half-hazardly pushed out of the way, making clear pathes to what seems to be the most visited spots of the apartment. *

"You don't have to worry about me. I uh, don't take up much space. I just need somewhere soft to rest my head and hopefully a place to shower this long... day... night... off." He gesture vaguely at the sheer amount of Jeanne everywhere. "Uh... do you need help moving bits of... you around? I can help before I settle in as a thank you for letting me stay here."

Preferably, stay outta my bedroom unless there's an emergency or if I say you can for whatever reason.

And yeah, you can use the shower. I'll grab you a t-shirt and sweats.

"Aww, thanks dude. Much appreciated. Uh, before I pop in there, is there anything off limits like certain soaps or shampoo? I've got kind of a... situation underneath this hat."

I'm pretty sure there's a brush on the counter too, if you need it.

Hey, do you like spaghetti? I think I'm gonna cook some up if you want some.

Now that he had cleaned, conditioned and hydrated his hair and wasn't wearing his delivery cap, he had a mound of curly light brown hair that was beginning to gain volume as it dried off. This was just another anomaly to go along with his bright blue eyes and darker skin, though the mystery of why his hair appeared straight at the back and in other areas was solved—thanks to some extreme hat hair from his hat being worn for hours at a time and the constant jogging to each delivery while carrying steamy pizza. "Oh, uh, sorry for the late response. I was still rinsing off, and then I kind of spaced out... I'm down for some spaghetti; I haven't eaten anything really since this morning before my shift. I'll honestly eat anything at this point as long as it's not pizza. I think I need a little break from it."

You can sit on the couch and watch some TV or whatever while I cook. It sounds like you need to relax.

"Uh, everyone likes spaghetti, dude. And uh, the only thing you need to worry about is shellfish. I'm allergic to that stuff. It won't kill me, but it'll make me wish I was dead if I eat some. Hives, rashes and really bad stomach stuff and vomiting. Not fun."

Alright. Come fix yourself a bowl. Get however much of whatever you want.

He probably could have polished off the entire thing himself since he hadn't eaten most of the day and had a big appetite, but that would have been rude. Besides, Jeanne was—for lack of a better term—large and probably needed more food herself. As Elliot started eating he looked over at Jeanne, deciding that maybe now would be a good idea to make some small talk and get to know her better. "So...if you don't mind me asking, were you always like this?" He gestures vaguely at her long body with his fork. "Or is it because of outside that I've been told is dangerous? Most of the people I've seen are now uh, different in one way or another."

So no one's told you about what's going on? About the eldritch alien thing in the sky?

You really saw it-? Like, straight-up?

For the rest of us, all it took is a glimpse to become a full monster. But for you. . . You confronted it head-on. It feels unfair.

All he could do was meekly rub at his arm and give her an apologetic and nervous smile, like he was in trouble somehow. "Uh... I'm sorry...? It just kind of... happened."

We just got on a kinda angsty topic. Sorry.

It was an extremely lame subject change... but he thought it was better than nothing.

And.. I like movies that are funny. Not necessarily just comedy, but yeah. Action and adventures are cool.

He picks up his bowl of spaghetti and finishes off the rest, gradually relaxing as the two continue talking with one another. "I think there was a band around the city somewhere that sounded cool and I know somebody personally who has some killer pipes. I wonder how they're all doing now, damn. I hope they're ok."

I wonder how my family's doing.

Elliot resumed picking at the thread as he looked over at Jeanne. "Uh, do you wanna talk about it? I may not know... what to really say but it's sometimes better to just let out your worries than hold it in."

But if you wanna talk to me about anything, you can. I don't mind.

"Uh… well, I'm worried about whether my family is cursed and if they're like me or just meat sludge, or if they're fine and the way I black out and wake up without remembering what I did is CRAZY freaking me out." His lips purse into a thin line, and he lets out a small groan. "And then there's that other me whose memories I get now and again. What if they go nuts and hurt people, and I get blamed for it? Or uh, what if they have my memories and deliver a pizza to my bo- uh, someone I know who lives here, and they think it's me?"

Have you tried confronting it?

But this doesn't seem like something you can just wait out.

"Shit...I mean, yeah. You do have a point, but still." He slouches even further and drags his hands across his face, letting out a raspberry. "What am I supposed to do though if they're violent, or we touch each other and both of us like, EXPLODE?"

*Jeanne tugs on her "tail", whatever you'd call the mass under her lowest set of arms.*

"You're really big, but you've been the only one who seems safe. I've met, uh… a weird, sleepy dude who didn't seem all there, that Mutt person who seems nice, but has a weird vibe around them, and Lyle, who seems like he'd be scared of his own shadow. I...guess I can try to uh, solicit help tomorrow and knock on doors?"

Maybe if you can manage to get it on this floor, I can protect you. But I can't go to the other floors. I can barely reach the end of the hall and I have a lot of deadweight to carry either way.

Elliot looks over at the entirety of Jeanne and then over at the doorway. "I can try to bring, uh... me over here. I think I'll call it that... feels a little weird calling something that looks like myself it." He rolls his shoulders before continuing. "Regardless, thanks for the help. I'll try and pay you back somehow, though, uh... the best thing I can probably do is give you pizza?"

Oh yeah. These are for you when you wanna sleep. You can set up the couch whenever you want.

And I can just stay in my room when you're ready to go to bed anyways. I don't mind.

Lyle sent ya? What do you need help with?

For the most part the teenager seems lucid and harmless, minus spacing out mid conversation and trailing off. If anything, he's anxious about all the new Cursed he's been seeing, finding it harder and harder to play it off as him just being tired.

*Getting a better look at the apartment, Elliot sees how Jeannes body stretches far behind her and around the apartment. Most of it seems half-hazardly pushed out of the way, making clear pathes to what seems to be the most visited spots of the apartment. *

"You don't have to worry about me. I uh, don't take up much space. I just need somewhere soft to rest my head and hopefully a place to shower this long... day... night... off." He gesture vaguely at the sheer amount of Jeanne everywhere. "Uh... do you need help moving bits of... you around? I can help before I settle in as a thank you for letting me stay here."

Preferably, stay outta my bedroom unless there's an emergency or if I say you can for whatever reason.

And yeah, you can use the shower. I'll grab you a t-shirt and sweats.

"Aww, thanks dude. Much appreciated. Uh, before I pop in there, is there anything off limits like certain soaps or shampoo? I've got kind of a... situation underneath this hat."

I'm pretty sure there's a brush on the counter too, if you need it.

Hey, do you like spaghetti? I think I'm gonna cook some up if you want some.

Now that he had cleaned, conditioned and hydrated his hair and wasn't wearing his delivery cap, he had a mound of curly light brown hair that was beginning to gain volume as it dried off. This was just another anomaly to go along with his bright blue eyes and darker skin, though the mystery of why his hair appeared straight at the back and in other areas was solved—thanks to some extreme hat hair from his hat being worn for hours at a time and the constant jogging to each delivery while carrying steamy pizza. "Oh, uh, sorry for the late response. I was still rinsing off, and then I kind of spaced out... I'm down for some spaghetti; I haven't eaten anything really since this morning before my shift. I'll honestly eat anything at this point as long as it's not pizza. I think I need a little break from it."

You can sit on the couch and watch some TV or whatever while I cook. It sounds like you need to relax.

"Uh, everyone likes spaghetti, dude. And uh, the only thing you need to worry about is shellfish. I'm allergic to that stuff. It won't kill me, but it'll make me wish I was dead if I eat some. Hives, rashes and really bad stomach stuff and vomiting. Not fun."

Alright. Come fix yourself a bowl. Get however much of whatever you want.

He probably could have polished off the entire thing himself since he hadn't eaten most of the day and had a big appetite, but that would have been rude. Besides, Jeanne was—for lack of a better term—large and probably needed more food herself. As Elliot started eating he looked over at Jeanne, deciding that maybe now would be a good idea to make some small talk and get to know her better. "So...if you don't mind me asking, were you always like this?" He gestures vaguely at her long body with his fork. "Or is it because of outside that I've been told is dangerous? Most of the people I've seen are now uh, different in one way or another."

So no one's told you about what's going on? About the eldritch alien thing in the sky?

You really saw it-? Like, straight-up?

For the rest of us, all it took is a glimpse to become a full monster. But for you. . . You confronted it head-on. It feels unfair.

All he could do was meekly rub at his arm and give her an apologetic and nervous smile, like he was in trouble somehow. "Uh... I'm sorry...? It just kind of... happened."

We just got on a kinda angsty topic. Sorry.

It was an extremely lame subject change... but he thought it was better than nothing.

And.. I like movies that are funny. Not necessarily just comedy, but yeah. Action and adventures are cool.

He picks up his bowl of spaghetti and finishes off the rest, gradually relaxing as the two continue talking with one another. "I think there was a band around the city somewhere that sounded cool and I know somebody personally who has some killer pipes. I wonder how they're all doing now, damn. I hope they're ok."

I wonder how my family's doing.

Elliot resumed picking at the thread as he looked over at Jeanne. "Uh, do you wanna talk about it? I may not know... what to really say but it's sometimes better to just let out your worries than hold it in."

But if you wanna talk to me about anything, you can. I don't mind.

"Uh… well, I'm worried about whether my family is cursed and if they're like me or just meat sludge, or if they're fine and the way I black out and wake up without remembering what I did is CRAZY freaking me out." His lips purse into a thin line, and he lets out a small groan. "And then there's that other me whose memories I get now and again. What if they go nuts and hurt people, and I get blamed for it? Or uh, what if they have my memories and deliver a pizza to my bo- uh, someone I know who lives here, and they think it's me?"

Have you tried confronting it?

But this doesn't seem like something you can just wait out.

"Shit...I mean, yeah. You do have a point, but still." He slouches even further and drags his hands across his face, letting out a raspberry. "What am I supposed to do though if they're violent, or we touch each other and both of us like, EXPLODE?"

*Jeanne tugs on her "tail", whatever you'd call the mass under her lowest set of arms.*

"You're really big, but you've been the only one who seems safe. I've met, uh… a weird, sleepy dude who didn't seem all there, that Mutt person who seems nice, but has a weird vibe around them, and Lyle, who seems like he'd be scared of his own shadow. I...guess I can try to uh, solicit help tomorrow and knock on doors?"

Maybe if you can manage to get it on this floor, I can protect you. But I can't go to the other floors. I can barely reach the end of the hall and I have a lot of deadweight to carry either way.

Elliot looks over at the entirety of Jeanne and then over at the doorway. "I can try to bring, uh... me over here. I think I'll call it that... feels a little weird calling something that looks like myself it." He rolls his shoulders before continuing. "Regardless, thanks for the help. I'll try and pay you back somehow, though, uh... the best thing I can probably do is give you pizza?"

Oh yeah. These are for you when you wanna sleep. You can set up the couch whenever you want.

Lyle sent ya? What do you need help with?

For the most part the teenager seems lucid and harmless, minus spacing out mid conversation and trailing off. If anything, he's anxious about all the new Cursed he's been seeing, finding it harder and harder to play it off as him just being tired.

*Getting a better look at the apartment, Elliot sees how Jeannes body stretches far behind her and around the apartment. Most of it seems half-hazardly pushed out of the way, making clear pathes to what seems to be the most visited spots of the apartment. *

"You don't have to worry about me. I uh, don't take up much space. I just need somewhere soft to rest my head and hopefully a place to shower this long... day... night... off." He gesture vaguely at the sheer amount of Jeanne everywhere. "Uh... do you need help moving bits of... you around? I can help before I settle in as a thank you for letting me stay here."

Preferably, stay outta my bedroom unless there's an emergency or if I say you can for whatever reason.

And yeah, you can use the shower. I'll grab you a t-shirt and sweats.

"Aww, thanks dude. Much appreciated. Uh, before I pop in there, is there anything off limits like certain soaps or shampoo? I've got kind of a... situation underneath this hat."

I'm pretty sure there's a brush on the counter too, if you need it.

Hey, do you like spaghetti? I think I'm gonna cook some up if you want some.

Now that he had cleaned, conditioned and hydrated his hair and wasn't wearing his delivery cap, he had a mound of curly light brown hair that was beginning to gain volume as it dried off. This was just another anomaly to go along with his bright blue eyes and darker skin, though the mystery of why his hair appeared straight at the back and in other areas was solved—thanks to some extreme hat hair from his hat being worn for hours at a time and the constant jogging to each delivery while carrying steamy pizza. "Oh, uh, sorry for the late response. I was still rinsing off, and then I kind of spaced out... I'm down for some spaghetti; I haven't eaten anything really since this morning before my shift. I'll honestly eat anything at this point as long as it's not pizza. I think I need a little break from it."

You can sit on the couch and watch some TV or whatever while I cook. It sounds like you need to relax.

"Uh, everyone likes spaghetti, dude. And uh, the only thing you need to worry about is shellfish. I'm allergic to that stuff. It won't kill me, but it'll make me wish I was dead if I eat some. Hives, rashes and really bad stomach stuff and vomiting. Not fun."

Alright. Come fix yourself a bowl. Get however much of whatever you want.

He probably could have polished off the entire thing himself since he hadn't eaten most of the day and had a big appetite, but that would have been rude. Besides, Jeanne was—for lack of a better term—large and probably needed more food herself. As Elliot started eating he looked over at Jeanne, deciding that maybe now would be a good idea to make some small talk and get to know her better. "So...if you don't mind me asking, were you always like this?" He gestures vaguely at her long body with his fork. "Or is it because of outside that I've been told is dangerous? Most of the people I've seen are now uh, different in one way or another."

So no one's told you about what's going on? About the eldritch alien thing in the sky?

You really saw it-? Like, straight-up?

For the rest of us, all it took is a glimpse to become a full monster. But for you. . . You confronted it head-on. It feels unfair.

All he could do was meekly rub at his arm and give her an apologetic and nervous smile, like he was in trouble somehow. "Uh... I'm sorry...? It just kind of... happened."

We just got on a kinda angsty topic. Sorry.

It was an extremely lame subject change... but he thought it was better than nothing.

And.. I like movies that are funny. Not necessarily just comedy, but yeah. Action and adventures are cool.

He picks up his bowl of spaghetti and finishes off the rest, gradually relaxing as the two continue talking with one another. "I think there was a band around the city somewhere that sounded cool and I know somebody personally who has some killer pipes. I wonder how they're all doing now, damn. I hope they're ok."

I wonder how my family's doing.

Elliot resumed picking at the thread as he looked over at Jeanne. "Uh, do you wanna talk about it? I may not know... what to really say but it's sometimes better to just let out your worries than hold it in."

But if you wanna talk to me about anything, you can. I don't mind.

"Uh… well, I'm worried about whether my family is cursed and if they're like me or just meat sludge, or if they're fine and the way I black out and wake up without remembering what I did is CRAZY freaking me out." His lips purse into a thin line, and he lets out a small groan. "And then there's that other me whose memories I get now and again. What if they go nuts and hurt people, and I get blamed for it? Or uh, what if they have my memories and deliver a pizza to my bo- uh, someone I know who lives here, and they think it's me?"

Have you tried confronting it?

But this doesn't seem like something you can just wait out.

"Shit...I mean, yeah. You do have a point, but still." He slouches even further and drags his hands across his face, letting out a raspberry. "What am I supposed to do though if they're violent, or we touch each other and both of us like, EXPLODE?"

*Jeanne tugs on her "tail", whatever you'd call the mass under her lowest set of arms.*

"You're really big, but you've been the only one who seems safe. I've met, uh… a weird, sleepy dude who didn't seem all there, that Mutt person who seems nice, but has a weird vibe around them, and Lyle, who seems like he'd be scared of his own shadow. I...guess I can try to uh, solicit help tomorrow and knock on doors?"

Maybe if you can manage to get it on this floor, I can protect you. But I can't go to the other floors. I can barely reach the end of the hall and I have a lot of deadweight to carry either way.

Lyle sent ya? What do you need help with?

For the most part the teenager seems lucid and harmless, minus spacing out mid conversation and trailing off. If anything, he's anxious about all the new Cursed he's been seeing, finding it harder and harder to play it off as him just being tired.

*Getting a better look at the apartment, Elliot sees how Jeannes body stretches far behind her and around the apartment. Most of it seems half-hazardly pushed out of the way, making clear pathes to what seems to be the most visited spots of the apartment. *

"You don't have to worry about me. I uh, don't take up much space. I just need somewhere soft to rest my head and hopefully a place to shower this long... day... night... off." He gesture vaguely at the sheer amount of Jeanne everywhere. "Uh... do you need help moving bits of... you around? I can help before I settle in as a thank you for letting me stay here."

Preferably, stay outta my bedroom unless there's an emergency or if I say you can for whatever reason.

And yeah, you can use the shower. I'll grab you a t-shirt and sweats.

"Aww, thanks dude. Much appreciated. Uh, before I pop in there, is there anything off limits like certain soaps or shampoo? I've got kind of a... situation underneath this hat."

I'm pretty sure there's a brush on the counter too, if you need it.

Hey, do you like spaghetti? I think I'm gonna cook some up if you want some.

Now that he had cleaned, conditioned and hydrated his hair and wasn't wearing his delivery cap, he had a mound of curly light brown hair that was beginning to gain volume as it dried off. This was just another anomaly to go along with his bright blue eyes and darker skin, though the mystery of why his hair appeared straight at the back and in other areas was solved—thanks to some extreme hat hair from his hat being worn for hours at a time and the constant jogging to each delivery while carrying steamy pizza. "Oh, uh, sorry for the late response. I was still rinsing off, and then I kind of spaced out... I'm down for some spaghetti; I haven't eaten anything really since this morning before my shift. I'll honestly eat anything at this point as long as it's not pizza. I think I need a little break from it."

You can sit on the couch and watch some TV or whatever while I cook. It sounds like you need to relax.

"Uh, everyone likes spaghetti, dude. And uh, the only thing you need to worry about is shellfish. I'm allergic to that stuff. It won't kill me, but it'll make me wish I was dead if I eat some. Hives, rashes and really bad stomach stuff and vomiting. Not fun."

Alright. Come fix yourself a bowl. Get however much of whatever you want.

He probably could have polished off the entire thing himself since he hadn't eaten most of the day and had a big appetite, but that would have been rude. Besides, Jeanne was—for lack of a better term—large and probably needed more food herself. As Elliot started eating he looked over at Jeanne, deciding that maybe now would be a good idea to make some small talk and get to know her better. "So...if you don't mind me asking, were you always like this?" He gestures vaguely at her long body with his fork. "Or is it because of outside that I've been told is dangerous? Most of the people I've seen are now uh, different in one way or another."

So no one's told you about what's going on? About the eldritch alien thing in the sky?

You really saw it-? Like, straight-up?

For the rest of us, all it took is a glimpse to become a full monster. But for you. . . You confronted it head-on. It feels unfair.

All he could do was meekly rub at his arm and give her an apologetic and nervous smile, like he was in trouble somehow. "Uh... I'm sorry...? It just kind of... happened."

We just got on a kinda angsty topic. Sorry.

It was an extremely lame subject change... but he thought it was better than nothing.

And.. I like movies that are funny. Not necessarily just comedy, but yeah. Action and adventures are cool.

He picks up his bowl of spaghetti and finishes off the rest, gradually relaxing as the two continue talking with one another. "I think there was a band around the city somewhere that sounded cool and I know somebody personally who has some killer pipes. I wonder how they're all doing now, damn. I hope they're ok."

I wonder how my family's doing.

Elliot resumed picking at the thread as he looked over at Jeanne. "Uh, do you wanna talk about it? I may not know... what to really say but it's sometimes better to just let out your worries than hold it in."

But if you wanna talk to me about anything, you can. I don't mind.

"Uh… well, I'm worried about whether my family is cursed and if they're like me or just meat sludge, or if they're fine and the way I black out and wake up without remembering what I did is CRAZY freaking me out." His lips purse into a thin line, and he lets out a small groan. "And then there's that other me whose memories I get now and again. What if they go nuts and hurt people, and I get blamed for it? Or uh, what if they have my memories and deliver a pizza to my bo- uh, someone I know who lives here, and they think it's me?"

Have you tried confronting it?

But this doesn't seem like something you can just wait out.

"Shit...I mean, yeah. You do have a point, but still." He slouches even further and drags his hands across his face, letting out a raspberry. "What am I supposed to do though if they're violent, or we touch each other and both of us like, EXPLODE?"

*Jeanne tugs on her "tail", whatever you'd call the mass under her lowest set of arms.*

Lyle sent ya? What do you need help with?

For the most part the teenager seems lucid and harmless, minus spacing out mid conversation and trailing off. If anything, he's anxious about all the new Cursed he's been seeing, finding it harder and harder to play it off as him just being tired.

*Getting a better look at the apartment, Elliot sees how Jeannes body stretches far behind her and around the apartment. Most of it seems half-hazardly pushed out of the way, making clear pathes to what seems to be the most visited spots of the apartment. *

"You don't have to worry about me. I uh, don't take up much space. I just need somewhere soft to rest my head and hopefully a place to shower this long... day... night... off." He gesture vaguely at the sheer amount of Jeanne everywhere. "Uh... do you need help moving bits of... you around? I can help before I settle in as a thank you for letting me stay here."

Preferably, stay outta my bedroom unless there's an emergency or if I say you can for whatever reason.

And yeah, you can use the shower. I'll grab you a t-shirt and sweats.

"Aww, thanks dude. Much appreciated. Uh, before I pop in there, is there anything off limits like certain soaps or shampoo? I've got kind of a... situation underneath this hat."

I'm pretty sure there's a brush on the counter too, if you need it.

Hey, do you like spaghetti? I think I'm gonna cook some up if you want some.

Now that he had cleaned, conditioned and hydrated his hair and wasn't wearing his delivery cap, he had a mound of curly light brown hair that was beginning to gain volume as it dried off. This was just another anomaly to go along with his bright blue eyes and darker skin, though the mystery of why his hair appeared straight at the back and in other areas was solved—thanks to some extreme hat hair from his hat being worn for hours at a time and the constant jogging to each delivery while carrying steamy pizza. "Oh, uh, sorry for the late response. I was still rinsing off, and then I kind of spaced out... I'm down for some spaghetti; I haven't eaten anything really since this morning before my shift. I'll honestly eat anything at this point as long as it's not pizza. I think I need a little break from it."

You can sit on the couch and watch some TV or whatever while I cook. It sounds like you need to relax.

"Uh, everyone likes spaghetti, dude. And uh, the only thing you need to worry about is shellfish. I'm allergic to that stuff. It won't kill me, but it'll make me wish I was dead if I eat some. Hives, rashes and really bad stomach stuff and vomiting. Not fun."

Alright. Come fix yourself a bowl. Get however much of whatever you want.

He probably could have polished off the entire thing himself since he hadn't eaten most of the day and had a big appetite, but that would have been rude. Besides, Jeanne was—for lack of a better term—large and probably needed more food herself. As Elliot started eating he looked over at Jeanne, deciding that maybe now would be a good idea to make some small talk and get to know her better. "So...if you don't mind me asking, were you always like this?" He gestures vaguely at her long body with his fork. "Or is it because of outside that I've been told is dangerous? Most of the people I've seen are now uh, different in one way or another."

So no one's told you about what's going on? About the eldritch alien thing in the sky?

You really saw it-? Like, straight-up?

For the rest of us, all it took is a glimpse to become a full monster. But for you. . . You confronted it head-on. It feels unfair.

All he could do was meekly rub at his arm and give her an apologetic and nervous smile, like he was in trouble somehow. "Uh... I'm sorry...? It just kind of... happened."

We just got on a kinda angsty topic. Sorry.

It was an extremely lame subject change... but he thought it was better than nothing.

And.. I like movies that are funny. Not necessarily just comedy, but yeah. Action and adventures are cool.

He picks up his bowl of spaghetti and finishes off the rest, gradually relaxing as the two continue talking with one another. "I think there was a band around the city somewhere that sounded cool and I know somebody personally who has some killer pipes. I wonder how they're all doing now, damn. I hope they're ok."

I wonder how my family's doing.

Elliot resumed picking at the thread as he looked over at Jeanne. "Uh, do you wanna talk about it? I may not know... what to really say but it's sometimes better to just let out your worries than hold it in."

But if you wanna talk to me about anything, you can. I don't mind.

"Uh… well, I'm worried about whether my family is cursed and if they're like me or just meat sludge, or if they're fine and the way I black out and wake up without remembering what I did is CRAZY freaking me out." His lips purse into a thin line, and he lets out a small groan. "And then there's that other me whose memories I get now and again. What if they go nuts and hurt people, and I get blamed for it? Or uh, what if they have my memories and deliver a pizza to my bo- uh, someone I know who lives here, and they think it's me?"

Have you tried confronting it?

But this doesn't seem like something you can just wait out.

Lyle sent ya? What do you need help with?

For the most part the teenager seems lucid and harmless, minus spacing out mid conversation and trailing off. If anything, he's anxious about all the new Cursed he's been seeing, finding it harder and harder to play it off as him just being tired.

*Getting a better look at the apartment, Elliot sees how Jeannes body stretches far behind her and around the apartment. Most of it seems half-hazardly pushed out of the way, making clear pathes to what seems to be the most visited spots of the apartment. *

"You don't have to worry about me. I uh, don't take up much space. I just need somewhere soft to rest my head and hopefully a place to shower this long... day... night... off." He gesture vaguely at the sheer amount of Jeanne everywhere. "Uh... do you need help moving bits of... you around? I can help before I settle in as a thank you for letting me stay here."

Preferably, stay outta my bedroom unless there's an emergency or if I say you can for whatever reason.

And yeah, you can use the shower. I'll grab you a t-shirt and sweats.

"Aww, thanks dude. Much appreciated. Uh, before I pop in there, is there anything off limits like certain soaps or shampoo? I've got kind of a... situation underneath this hat."

I'm pretty sure there's a brush on the counter too, if you need it.

Hey, do you like spaghetti? I think I'm gonna cook some up if you want some.

Now that he had cleaned, conditioned and hydrated his hair and wasn't wearing his delivery cap, he had a mound of curly light brown hair that was beginning to gain volume as it dried off. This was just another anomaly to go along with his bright blue eyes and darker skin, though the mystery of why his hair appeared straight at the back and in other areas was solved—thanks to some extreme hat hair from his hat being worn for hours at a time and the constant jogging to each delivery while carrying steamy pizza. "Oh, uh, sorry for the late response. I was still rinsing off, and then I kind of spaced out... I'm down for some spaghetti; I haven't eaten anything really since this morning before my shift. I'll honestly eat anything at this point as long as it's not pizza. I think I need a little break from it."

You can sit on the couch and watch some TV or whatever while I cook. It sounds like you need to relax.

"Uh, everyone likes spaghetti, dude. And uh, the only thing you need to worry about is shellfish. I'm allergic to that stuff. It won't kill me, but it'll make me wish I was dead if I eat some. Hives, rashes and really bad stomach stuff and vomiting. Not fun."

Alright. Come fix yourself a bowl. Get however much of whatever you want.

He probably could have polished off the entire thing himself since he hadn't eaten most of the day and had a big appetite, but that would have been rude. Besides, Jeanne was—for lack of a better term—large and probably needed more food herself. As Elliot started eating he looked over at Jeanne, deciding that maybe now would be a good idea to make some small talk and get to know her better. "So...if you don't mind me asking, were you always like this?" He gestures vaguely at her long body with his fork. "Or is it because of outside that I've been told is dangerous? Most of the people I've seen are now uh, different in one way or another."

So no one's told you about what's going on? About the eldritch alien thing in the sky?

You really saw it-? Like, straight-up?

For the rest of us, all it took is a glimpse to become a full monster. But for you. . . You confronted it head-on. It feels unfair.

All he could do was meekly rub at his arm and give her an apologetic and nervous smile, like he was in trouble somehow. "Uh... I'm sorry...? It just kind of... happened."

We just got on a kinda angsty topic. Sorry.

It was an extremely lame subject change... but he thought it was better than nothing.

And.. I like movies that are funny. Not necessarily just comedy, but yeah. Action and adventures are cool.

He picks up his bowl of spaghetti and finishes off the rest, gradually relaxing as the two continue talking with one another. "I think there was a band around the city somewhere that sounded cool and I know somebody personally who has some killer pipes. I wonder how they're all doing now, damn. I hope they're ok."

I wonder how my family's doing.

Elliot resumed picking at the thread as he looked over at Jeanne. "Uh, do you wanna talk about it? I may not know... what to really say but it's sometimes better to just let out your worries than hold it in."

But if you wanna talk to me about anything, you can. I don't mind.

"Uh… well, I'm worried about whether my family is cursed and if they're like me or just meat sludge, or if they're fine and the way I black out and wake up without remembering what I did is CRAZY freaking me out." His lips purse into a thin line, and he lets out a small groan. "And then there's that other me whose memories I get now and again. What if they go nuts and hurt people, and I get blamed for it? Or uh, what if they have my memories and deliver a pizza to my bo- uh, someone I know who lives here, and they think it's me?"

Have you tried confronting it?

Lyle sent ya? What do you need help with?

For the most part the teenager seems lucid and harmless, minus spacing out mid conversation and trailing off. If anything, he's anxious about all the new Cursed he's been seeing, finding it harder and harder to play it off as him just being tired.

*Getting a better look at the apartment, Elliot sees how Jeannes body stretches far behind her and around the apartment. Most of it seems half-hazardly pushed out of the way, making clear pathes to what seems to be the most visited spots of the apartment. *

"You don't have to worry about me. I uh, don't take up much space. I just need somewhere soft to rest my head and hopefully a place to shower this long... day... night... off." He gesture vaguely at the sheer amount of Jeanne everywhere. "Uh... do you need help moving bits of... you around? I can help before I settle in as a thank you for letting me stay here."

Preferably, stay outta my bedroom unless there's an emergency or if I say you can for whatever reason.

And yeah, you can use the shower. I'll grab you a t-shirt and sweats.

"Aww, thanks dude. Much appreciated. Uh, before I pop in there, is there anything off limits like certain soaps or shampoo? I've got kind of a... situation underneath this hat."

I'm pretty sure there's a brush on the counter too, if you need it.

Hey, do you like spaghetti? I think I'm gonna cook some up if you want some.

Now that he had cleaned, conditioned and hydrated his hair and wasn't wearing his delivery cap, he had a mound of curly light brown hair that was beginning to gain volume as it dried off. This was just another anomaly to go along with his bright blue eyes and darker skin, though the mystery of why his hair appeared straight at the back and in other areas was solved—thanks to some extreme hat hair from his hat being worn for hours at a time and the constant jogging to each delivery while carrying steamy pizza. "Oh, uh, sorry for the late response. I was still rinsing off, and then I kind of spaced out... I'm down for some spaghetti; I haven't eaten anything really since this morning before my shift. I'll honestly eat anything at this point as long as it's not pizza. I think I need a little break from it."

You can sit on the couch and watch some TV or whatever while I cook. It sounds like you need to relax.

"Uh, everyone likes spaghetti, dude. And uh, the only thing you need to worry about is shellfish. I'm allergic to that stuff. It won't kill me, but it'll make me wish I was dead if I eat some. Hives, rashes and really bad stomach stuff and vomiting. Not fun."

Alright. Come fix yourself a bowl. Get however much of whatever you want.

He probably could have polished off the entire thing himself since he hadn't eaten most of the day and had a big appetite, but that would have been rude. Besides, Jeanne was—for lack of a better term—large and probably needed more food herself. As Elliot started eating he looked over at Jeanne, deciding that maybe now would be a good idea to make some small talk and get to know her better. "So...if you don't mind me asking, were you always like this?" He gestures vaguely at her long body with his fork. "Or is it because of outside that I've been told is dangerous? Most of the people I've seen are now uh, different in one way or another."

So no one's told you about what's going on? About the eldritch alien thing in the sky?

You really saw it-? Like, straight-up?

For the rest of us, all it took is a glimpse to become a full monster. But for you. . . You confronted it head-on. It feels unfair.

All he could do was meekly rub at his arm and give her an apologetic and nervous smile, like he was in trouble somehow. "Uh... I'm sorry...? It just kind of... happened."

We just got on a kinda angsty topic. Sorry.

It was an extremely lame subject change... but he thought it was better than nothing.

And.. I like movies that are funny. Not necessarily just comedy, but yeah. Action and adventures are cool.

He picks up his bowl of spaghetti and finishes off the rest, gradually relaxing as the two continue talking with one another. "I think there was a band around the city somewhere that sounded cool and I know somebody personally who has some killer pipes. I wonder how they're all doing now, damn. I hope they're ok."

I wonder how my family's doing.

Elliot resumed picking at the thread as he looked over at Jeanne. "Uh, do you wanna talk about it? I may not know... what to really say but it's sometimes better to just let out your worries than hold it in."

But if you wanna talk to me about anything, you can. I don't mind.

Lyle sent ya? What do you need help with?

For the most part the teenager seems lucid and harmless, minus spacing out mid conversation and trailing off. If anything, he's anxious about all the new Cursed he's been seeing, finding it harder and harder to play it off as him just being tired.

*Getting a better look at the apartment, Elliot sees how Jeannes body stretches far behind her and around the apartment. Most of it seems half-hazardly pushed out of the way, making clear pathes to what seems to be the most visited spots of the apartment. *

"You don't have to worry about me. I uh, don't take up much space. I just need somewhere soft to rest my head and hopefully a place to shower this long... day... night... off." He gesture vaguely at the sheer amount of Jeanne everywhere. "Uh... do you need help moving bits of... you around? I can help before I settle in as a thank you for letting me stay here."

Preferably, stay outta my bedroom unless there's an emergency or if I say you can for whatever reason.

And yeah, you can use the shower. I'll grab you a t-shirt and sweats.

"Aww, thanks dude. Much appreciated. Uh, before I pop in there, is there anything off limits like certain soaps or shampoo? I've got kind of a... situation underneath this hat."

I'm pretty sure there's a brush on the counter too, if you need it.

Hey, do you like spaghetti? I think I'm gonna cook some up if you want some.

Now that he had cleaned, conditioned and hydrated his hair and wasn't wearing his delivery cap, he had a mound of curly light brown hair that was beginning to gain volume as it dried off. This was just another anomaly to go along with his bright blue eyes and darker skin, though the mystery of why his hair appeared straight at the back and in other areas was solved—thanks to some extreme hat hair from his hat being worn for hours at a time and the constant jogging to each delivery while carrying steamy pizza. "Oh, uh, sorry for the late response. I was still rinsing off, and then I kind of spaced out... I'm down for some spaghetti; I haven't eaten anything really since this morning before my shift. I'll honestly eat anything at this point as long as it's not pizza. I think I need a little break from it."

You can sit on the couch and watch some TV or whatever while I cook. It sounds like you need to relax.

"Uh, everyone likes spaghetti, dude. And uh, the only thing you need to worry about is shellfish. I'm allergic to that stuff. It won't kill me, but it'll make me wish I was dead if I eat some. Hives, rashes and really bad stomach stuff and vomiting. Not fun."

Alright. Come fix yourself a bowl. Get however much of whatever you want.

He probably could have polished off the entire thing himself since he hadn't eaten most of the day and had a big appetite, but that would have been rude. Besides, Jeanne was—for lack of a better term—large and probably needed more food herself. As Elliot started eating he looked over at Jeanne, deciding that maybe now would be a good idea to make some small talk and get to know her better. "So...if you don't mind me asking, were you always like this?" He gestures vaguely at her long body with his fork. "Or is it because of outside that I've been told is dangerous? Most of the people I've seen are now uh, different in one way or another."

So no one's told you about what's going on? About the eldritch alien thing in the sky?

You really saw it-? Like, straight-up?

For the rest of us, all it took is a glimpse to become a full monster. But for you. . . You confronted it head-on. It feels unfair.

All he could do was meekly rub at his arm and give her an apologetic and nervous smile, like he was in trouble somehow. "Uh... I'm sorry...? It just kind of... happened."

We just got on a kinda angsty topic. Sorry.

It was an extremely lame subject change... but he thought it was better than nothing.

And.. I like movies that are funny. Not necessarily just comedy, but yeah. Action and adventures are cool.

He picks up his bowl of spaghetti and finishes off the rest, gradually relaxing as the two continue talking with one another. "I think there was a band around the city somewhere that sounded cool and I know somebody personally who has some killer pipes. I wonder how they're all doing now, damn. I hope they're ok."

I wonder how my family's doing.

Lyle sent ya? What do you need help with?

For the most part the teenager seems lucid and harmless, minus spacing out mid conversation and trailing off. If anything, he's anxious about all the new Cursed he's been seeing, finding it harder and harder to play it off as him just being tired.

*Getting a better look at the apartment, Elliot sees how Jeannes body stretches far behind her and around the apartment. Most of it seems half-hazardly pushed out of the way, making clear pathes to what seems to be the most visited spots of the apartment. *

"You don't have to worry about me. I uh, don't take up much space. I just need somewhere soft to rest my head and hopefully a place to shower this long... day... night... off." He gesture vaguely at the sheer amount of Jeanne everywhere. "Uh... do you need help moving bits of... you around? I can help before I settle in as a thank you for letting me stay here."

Preferably, stay outta my bedroom unless there's an emergency or if I say you can for whatever reason.

And yeah, you can use the shower. I'll grab you a t-shirt and sweats.

"Aww, thanks dude. Much appreciated. Uh, before I pop in there, is there anything off limits like certain soaps or shampoo? I've got kind of a... situation underneath this hat."

I'm pretty sure there's a brush on the counter too, if you need it.

Hey, do you like spaghetti? I think I'm gonna cook some up if you want some.

Now that he had cleaned, conditioned and hydrated his hair and wasn't wearing his delivery cap, he had a mound of curly light brown hair that was beginning to gain volume as it dried off. This was just another anomaly to go along with his bright blue eyes and darker skin, though the mystery of why his hair appeared straight at the back and in other areas was solved—thanks to some extreme hat hair from his hat being worn for hours at a time and the constant jogging to each delivery while carrying steamy pizza. "Oh, uh, sorry for the late response. I was still rinsing off, and then I kind of spaced out... I'm down for some spaghetti; I haven't eaten anything really since this morning before my shift. I'll honestly eat anything at this point as long as it's not pizza. I think I need a little break from it."

You can sit on the couch and watch some TV or whatever while I cook. It sounds like you need to relax.

"Uh, everyone likes spaghetti, dude. And uh, the only thing you need to worry about is shellfish. I'm allergic to that stuff. It won't kill me, but it'll make me wish I was dead if I eat some. Hives, rashes and really bad stomach stuff and vomiting. Not fun."

Alright. Come fix yourself a bowl. Get however much of whatever you want.

He probably could have polished off the entire thing himself since he hadn't eaten most of the day and had a big appetite, but that would have been rude. Besides, Jeanne was—for lack of a better term—large and probably needed more food herself. As Elliot started eating he looked over at Jeanne, deciding that maybe now would be a good idea to make some small talk and get to know her better. "So...if you don't mind me asking, were you always like this?" He gestures vaguely at her long body with his fork. "Or is it because of outside that I've been told is dangerous? Most of the people I've seen are now uh, different in one way or another."

So no one's told you about what's going on? About the eldritch alien thing in the sky?

You really saw it-? Like, straight-up?

For the rest of us, all it took is a glimpse to become a full monster. But for you. . . You confronted it head-on. It feels unfair.

All he could do was meekly rub at his arm and give her an apologetic and nervous smile, like he was in trouble somehow. "Uh... I'm sorry...? It just kind of... happened."

We just got on a kinda angsty topic. Sorry.

It was an extremely lame subject change... but he thought it was better than nothing.

And.. I like movies that are funny. Not necessarily just comedy, but yeah. Action and adventures are cool.

Lyle sent ya? What do you need help with?

For the most part the teenager seems lucid and harmless, minus spacing out mid conversation and trailing off. If anything, he's anxious about all the new Cursed he's been seeing, finding it harder and harder to play it off as him just being tired.

*Getting a better look at the apartment, Elliot sees how Jeannes body stretches far behind her and around the apartment. Most of it seems half-hazardly pushed out of the way, making clear pathes to what seems to be the most visited spots of the apartment. *

"You don't have to worry about me. I uh, don't take up much space. I just need somewhere soft to rest my head and hopefully a place to shower this long... day... night... off." He gesture vaguely at the sheer amount of Jeanne everywhere. "Uh... do you need help moving bits of... you around? I can help before I settle in as a thank you for letting me stay here."

Preferably, stay outta my bedroom unless there's an emergency or if I say you can for whatever reason.

And yeah, you can use the shower. I'll grab you a t-shirt and sweats.

"Aww, thanks dude. Much appreciated. Uh, before I pop in there, is there anything off limits like certain soaps or shampoo? I've got kind of a... situation underneath this hat."

I'm pretty sure there's a brush on the counter too, if you need it.

Hey, do you like spaghetti? I think I'm gonna cook some up if you want some.

Now that he had cleaned, conditioned and hydrated his hair and wasn't wearing his delivery cap, he had a mound of curly light brown hair that was beginning to gain volume as it dried off. This was just another anomaly to go along with his bright blue eyes and darker skin, though the mystery of why his hair appeared straight at the back and in other areas was solved—thanks to some extreme hat hair from his hat being worn for hours at a time and the constant jogging to each delivery while carrying steamy pizza. "Oh, uh, sorry for the late response. I was still rinsing off, and then I kind of spaced out... I'm down for some spaghetti; I haven't eaten anything really since this morning before my shift. I'll honestly eat anything at this point as long as it's not pizza. I think I need a little break from it."

You can sit on the couch and watch some TV or whatever while I cook. It sounds like you need to relax.

"Uh, everyone likes spaghetti, dude. And uh, the only thing you need to worry about is shellfish. I'm allergic to that stuff. It won't kill me, but it'll make me wish I was dead if I eat some. Hives, rashes and really bad stomach stuff and vomiting. Not fun."

Alright. Come fix yourself a bowl. Get however much of whatever you want.

He probably could have polished off the entire thing himself since he hadn't eaten most of the day and had a big appetite, but that would have been rude. Besides, Jeanne was—for lack of a better term—large and probably needed more food herself. As Elliot started eating he looked over at Jeanne, deciding that maybe now would be a good idea to make some small talk and get to know her better. "So...if you don't mind me asking, were you always like this?" He gestures vaguely at her long body with his fork. "Or is it because of outside that I've been told is dangerous? Most of the people I've seen are now uh, different in one way or another."

So no one's told you about what's going on? About the eldritch alien thing in the sky?

You really saw it-? Like, straight-up?

For the rest of us, all it took is a glimpse to become a full monster. But for you. . . You confronted it head-on. It feels unfair.

All he could do was meekly rub at his arm and give her an apologetic and nervous smile, like he was in trouble somehow. "Uh... I'm sorry...? It just kind of... happened."

We just got on a kinda angsty topic. Sorry.