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ZEKE TYLER | the faculty

[jacked]

[Alien invasion and alien abduction aren't that far off from each other. Except with them being so close together, you'd guess they'd be the same aliens, and Zeke doesn't think locker rooms and pods full of blue liquid are the kinda thing Marybeth was into. Or maybe they were, seeing as she'd picked a high school as her ground zero.

Zeke's just glad, at the moment, to still be in control of his body, even if that's another thing that doesn't add up. But he joins the procession to the showers and back to the lockers, and that's when opening the door results in a flood of biros filled with white powder falling out on him. Which is just about enough for him to lose his cool.]

What kind of fucked up alien shit is this?

[endeavors]

[What- what. It looks like César, but he's... way too young. Or - younger than Andy remembers. Should he approach? He's just staring in confusion before the chaos of the locker tumbles out and clatters on the floor.]

Do you - need help?

[A good alternative to asking 'is that really you?']

I need to fix his icons...

[jacked]

[Zeke was just leaning into the lockers, ignoring the mess for the moment, but when he's spoken to - and he's remembers that he needs to negotiate the mess of this could be hostile territory - he straightens up to look over at the guy. And then totally regrets it.]

Is this-- [He stops, grins mirthlessly.] Is this some Christmas Carol bullshit? If I answer yes, do I get the tour of my future mistakes and all the lives I ruin?

[endeavors]

I - what? [Pause. There is... a lot of confusion on this man's face. It can't be César, can it? Not with that accent. Not with that... body.] Sorry, [he narrows his eyes, as if preparing himself to ask,] Who are you-?

[jacked]

Me?

[Like hell is he falling into that trap. Saying his name and getting it bounced back at him, or finding out maybe he should be saying some kind of number, alien-soldier-minion shit.]

You're the adult here, man. Shouldn't you do the mature thing and introduce yourself first?

[endeavors]

Well. I'm André. André Correia. But most people call me Andy, not that you - not that you have to. [Stare.] Sorry, you just look like my brother so much.