[5th consult; video]

[dr_conscience]

[A significantly-younger-looking-than-usual Wilson James is sitting on the floor next to his bed, looking especially freaked out. He speaks very quietly.]

Alright, I don't know what the hell is going on, but if anyone can hear me, I think I've been kidnapped. I have no idea where I am, and there's this really creepy old guy here. He looks pretty insane, so I'm not going out there. I guess he's not all that bright, though, since he left this... thing in here.

Anyway, last thing I remember, I was in my dorm room. I think he must have drugged me or something. Just... if you can hear this, tell the cops or something? I could use some help here.



[ooc; Wilson's age-reversed, and so have his memories. He's about 18 years old, just barely a freshman in college, and he has no idea where he is or who any of you are.]

Comments

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

You look like you're fresh out of junior high. And that's only the start of it. Can you look any more white-bread?

Mine? Of course not. I'm reacting to a super-secret plan. The situation is already too mentally stimulating for you. It'll have to remain classified.

[dr_conscience]

And could you look any more like you live in a park?

... whatever. I'll eat the damn not-poison-flavored eggs.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

That only serves better proof that you're a suburban child. You don't know what a real vagrant looks like.

Don't have too much. Dinner is on me. We're rendezvousing in 18:00.

[dr_conscience]

Well, I know you look filthy.

Yeah, yeah, don't worry. I'll leave room for dinner, mom. You going to pick out my clothes, too?

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

To the untrained, ridiculously squeaky clean eye.

I'm beginning to think leaving the poison out is ruining the flavor. Oh well.

I think I might die. XD It seems Young!Jimmy is much more honest about his snark.

[dr_conscience]

So... an eye that's been bathed in the past week, by your apparent standards.

Oh, come on. You're an ass. You expect me to not be an ass back?

No way this old me everyone seems to know seriously just takes this crap.

bwah bwuh bwuuuuuuh

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

I have bathed. The phenomenon that you can't get over is called facial hair. Maybe one day you may know it personally. I accessorize it with lack of sleep because I'm busy saving asses much more pitiful than yours. Shocking, I know.

Yep. You do. And you like it.

[dr_conscience]

I know what facial hair is, and what it's supposed to look like if it's been groomed.

I do not.