[ It's a spectacularly stupid idea, and Elan can't get it out of his mind.
A few weeks have passed since Four sent him that second "thank you." Elan wasn't sure what acknowledgement of his semi-retaliatory shopping spree he'd been expecting, but something so simple, without any questions about its purpose or price, had -- well, pleasantly surprised him. He'd read it as a confirmation of what he'd thought was obvious: Four did like books. In spite of himself, Four did like -- find interest in -- things. (Like he wouldn't! Four might be a clone, but he's still a person!)
And Elan might be a CEO waiting in the wings, but he's a person, too -- a bored, restless person who's rarely had the opportunity to be in his comfort zone, much less know what it is. He just knows what it isn't: Four stinky, sweaty ladies wearing matching outfits who make him speak for them when the time is right. The cash and the freedom to tinker with their scientific operations is the only thing that makes it worth it.
One morning, the desire to just leave becomes irrepressible. Elan's never gone to school. Today, he's going to go to school.
It's child's play to mock up some fake identification with all the access he's been given to Peil's systems. The bribes -- to some choice Peil operatives and a couple people at Asticassia itself -- are a piece of cake, too. The fun part is the costume: Elan bleaches his hair a warmer blonde for the occasion (harder than it looks from the video tutorials), slips into a replica of the Asticassia Academy uniform, slaps some glasses (silver) over colored contacts (blue), and doesn't bother with the make-up for once. No one should be able to tell who he is with skin that pale and eye bags that designer.
The best part is how obsessed with the school Elan feels the second he gets there: A tiny, bustling metropolis unto itself. He makes sure to walk in a way that's less commanding than he's in the habit of projecting, and that gives him the opportunity to enjoy all the cool plants. (He should buy some.) Finally, he arrives at his destination: The Peil dormitories. It takes him no time find Four's door and give it a couple loud knocks. Absently, he wonders what others will think when they see someone's paying Four a visit. Wait, he has a friend? Is that a relative?
As soon as Four opens the door, Elan's got that trademark cheeky smile plastered on his face. ]
You're welcome~ No idea what any of it means but Being and Nothingness sure sounded like something you'd be into.
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[ It's a spectacularly stupid idea, and Elan can't get it out of his mind.
A few weeks have passed since Four sent him that second "thank you." Elan wasn't sure what acknowledgement of his semi-retaliatory shopping spree he'd been expecting, but something so simple, without any questions about its purpose or price, had -- well, pleasantly surprised him. He'd read it as a confirmation of what he'd thought was obvious: Four did like books. In spite of himself, Four did like -- find interest in -- things. (Like he wouldn't! Four might be a clone, but he's still a person!)
And Elan might be a CEO waiting in the wings, but he's a person, too -- a bored, restless person who's rarely had the opportunity to be in his comfort zone, much less know what it is. He just knows what it isn't: Four stinky, sweaty ladies wearing matching outfits who make him speak for them when the time is right. The cash and the freedom to tinker with their scientific operations is the only thing that makes it worth it.
One morning, the desire to just leave becomes irrepressible. Elan's never gone to school. Today, he's going to go to school.
It's child's play to mock up some fake identification with all the access he's been given to Peil's systems. The bribes -- to some choice Peil operatives and a couple people at Asticassia itself -- are a piece of cake, too. The fun part is the costume: Elan bleaches his hair a warmer blonde for the occasion (harder than it looks from the video tutorials), slips into a replica of the Asticassia Academy uniform, slaps some glasses (silver) over colored contacts (blue), and doesn't bother with the make-up for once. No one should be able to tell who he is with skin that pale and eye bags that designer.
The best part is how obsessed with the school Elan feels the second he gets there: A tiny, bustling metropolis unto itself. He makes sure to walk in a way that's less commanding than he's in the habit of projecting, and that gives him the opportunity to enjoy all the cool plants. (He should buy some.) Finally, he arrives at his destination: The Peil dormitories. It takes him no time find Four's door and give it a couple loud knocks. Absently, he wonders what others will think when they see someone's paying Four a visit. Wait, he has a friend? Is that a relative?
As soon as Four opens the door, Elan's got that trademark cheeky smile plastered on his face. ]
You're welcome~ No idea what any of it means but Being and Nothingness sure sounded like something you'd be into.