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[ The communicator comes on in the middle of some confused button-pressing, so don't be alarmed when it goes from video to audio, then back to video. Have a nice view of Galen's face at an awkward angle. ]

-- ou mean, new home? What the hell does that mean? Hello? Jesse?

[ The angle gets a little less weird as he lifts the communicator to eye level and peers at it under his glasses. He then drops them back onto his nose and moves his arm back a few inches from his face, showing the ajar front door of one of the houses (number sixteen, actually) behind him. ]

Hello? Can anyone hear this? What the fuck just happened to me? [ He swallows anxiously and looks around the area outside the house. ] ... Hello?

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[ Wow. Wow. Craziest words being said to him right now. He stares in confusion, glancing around every few seconds to make sure no one's, like... coming at him. ]

Alright, that made approximately zero sense, but, uh -- [ He shakes his head, as if to shake his name loose. ] It's Galen. Howard. Can you please explain what the hell is going on?

[Hahaha... ha. Awkward. Okay. Not girlyface at all. A different girly face. Let's try this again. She smiles! Speed talkin' time.]

Right. Galen. So, I'm Kenzi and you're kind of stuck here with a bunch of us? We're potentially getting science'd on against our will on a daily basis. People keep going missing. There's been freakin' Earthquakes and wolves and a bunch of crazy junk but don't freak out, okay?! Actually, you can freak if you want, it's just not really gonna help.

Whoa, whoa, whoa -- what? Science? This looks like fucking Maine! [ Just... give him a second for his brain to catch up. ]

Huh. It does, doesn't it? Minus the bajillion cameras, kidnapping, weird stuff, and time travel! [Hang on a sec. This probably sounds really ridiculous. Kenzi scrunches up her face and sighs.]

I'm not crazy, I swear.

[ He just opens his mouth, closes it, licks his lips. What. ]

I just want -- y'know, proof that someone isn't fucking with me. That'd be nice. But who the hell would even do this, I don't --

[ OKAY. A sigh. He stops himself and rubs at his eyes under his glasses. ] Sorry, what did you say your name was? Kendi?

If you want proof, just wait ten minutes for the next fucked-up thing to happen! Also the cameras. Also the thing on your wrist. Also-also the robot bears in the woods-- don't go in the woods. Forget I mentioned that one. It's bad

Kenzi. Rhymes with Frenzy. [Kind of like what Party might go into when he sees this guy's face.] Theeeere's kind of one other big thing? That particularly concerns you. Specifically.

[ Right. Robot bears. Common in Maine. GREAT. He's about to say something about the cameras, buut... ]

Oh. Woohoo. What is it?

You're not the only person walking around with that girly face, so you might wanna be careful at first. And watch who you talk to. Other dude has some anger issues, but he's really cool once you get past the death threats! Bright red hair, really tall brother, just ... be careful. He's kinda loco.

[This is the most reassuring smile she can even manage. Hopefully it's helping! Probably... not helping.]

I suck at answering the big questions, dude, but I'm pretty awesome at showing people around.

[ Whhhhaaaattttt. ] ... I was kidnapped by Science Experiment Maine and there's someone here with my face. My face.

EXACTLY! That... yeah, that pretty much sums it up. Nice job.

[THUMBS UP?! So supportive. Really.]

[ Yeah, he's just gonna laugh incredulously. HE'LL BELIEVE IT WHEN HE SEES IT. ]

Wow. Awesome. I'm having -- a great day. Um. [ He shakes his head. ] You said about showing people around...?

Yeah! You wanna meet up?! What house are you at? There's a number. It's fuzzy-looking.

[Okay, so she's got some bad eyes. Glasses are for lose-- ... really nice guys that look like your crazy friends! She's ridiculously curious about this dude.]

Uh -- [ He turns! It's strangely unfuzzy. ] Sixteen? Jesus, how many houses are there? How many people are there?

Ffffff--ummm... about twenty? Houses, not people. Let's see. You, me, cray-cray bros, robot guy, scary chick, Stiles! Phil, Clint, Sharon... Logan... Logan's kid? Kurt, Quiet-awesome guy, Fluffy, Tony, Steve, Elle, Veronica (who looks like Elle), Not-doctor lady, her friends, that weird guy, Sam and Dean, those others...

Around thirty. I think. Probably more. It's hard to tell when new peeps show up and old peeps disappear.

[ He listens, a little surprised by how long the list goes. ]

Shit. Okay, look -- I'll stay here, let's meet up, okay?

Okay! Be there in ... fifteen? Maybe more. Depends how much ass I have to kick along the way. Hang on.

[She salutes and signs off before heading the heck over. Of course, it had to be the complete polar opposite of her house and the farthest away ever. Kenz really needs a bike.

For now, she's stuck hoofin' it in those killer boots. Doing all the bystanders in town a favour, really. When she finally gets to the house, she knocks on the door 'we will rock you' style and waits.]

[ So we'll say Galen goes inside and meets Forrest. When Kenzi shows up at the door, he's there in a moment, still looking a little spooked, but... not as badly. He actually looks relieved that she exists! And. Oh no. She's hot. Ahem. He glances back inside, then steps out and closes the door. ]

Hey! Uh -- wow, thanks for coming. And, uh, nice to meet you. [ HAND. Look how polite this guy is. ]

[That's surprising. The resemblance is even freakier in person. She half-flinches at the extended hand, looking it over curiously before taking it. So far he hasn't invaded her space, tried to bite her, or pulled the scary-as-hell angry face. Definitely not Party Poison.]

No probs. Ditto on the niceness. [With an extra order of nice. She smiles.] Can't start the tour until you tell me three things about yourself. It's a rule.

[ He laughs a little and puts his hands into his coat pocke -- hey. Galen frowns and pulls them out again -- he's holding a notebook and a contacts case in one hand, and a small bottle of saline in the other. ]

Huh. Okay, those weren't in there before...

[ Galen shrugs at her and puts them back. ]

Aaah. You first. [ A half grin. ] Just so I know you're not, like, a robot, or something. [ He's mostly joking, but seriously. You first. ]

[Was that a DIARY?! She considers pulling a smooth pick-pocket tactic but thinks better of it. Hard to make friends when you steal their stuff.]

The robot lives with KK, but fine. I'll bite. Uuuuum I'm 22, Pizza is my ultimate fave food in the entire universe, and I'm originally from Toronto. There! Bam. Three things. See how easy that was? Not a robot.

[ NO! Songwriting. Which is like a diary. Ssh. He nods along, smiling. ] -- Wait, there's an actual robot here?

Yeah! He lives with KK and your face twin and you are avoiding the info trade. Spill! [She reaches for his wrist and tugs him with her as she starts walking backwards.]

[ Ack! Grinning, he follows, racking his brain for appropriate info. WHAT'S HIS NAME AGAIN? ]

Uh, I'm twenty-five, I'm from New York, aaaaand... shit. Uh. I run a radio station? [ Yes, Galen, skip over the band thing. ]

WOAH! Hold on a sec. Run it? Like ... be in charge of all of it?! At twenty-five. In New York.

[... He said three extremely cool things and they weren't even the coolest thing. How is this possible. She can't remember how to not stand there with her mouth hanging open a little. It's all she's got.]

Woah.

Well -- I'm from Yonkers. The station's in Manhattan. And it's small. [ He laughs, though, sheepishly. ] Like, really small. We play a lot of lesser-known bands, that kinda thing.

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