seven- video

[futureleader]

[cue the brief roar of a shower before the sound of the water being shut off.]

Keeping up a profile is hard work sometimes. Not in an everyday sense of style and appearance but with notable features, like your face. [the feed clicks on to Quentin drying his hair out with a towel. it's relatively normal, until you take a closer look at the pink stains in the towel and streaked across his white shirt.] Since the first impressions come from the face, we look for a couple of key traits. But, no matter the judgement, we use these keys to support our impressions and info of the person.

Say you take a guy in glasses with well kept hair who dresses sharply. What would you think of him? Now take the same guy, shave his hair and dye it, and give him faded and raggedy clothing. Would your opinion change? [he pauses briefly to remove the towel around his head, unveiling his newly dyed pink hair.] Come on, don't lie. We're all a little biased.

It's the very principle of being judged or having that distinct face that we strive for appearances.

Comments

[futureleader]

If I didn't know you any better, I'd say you were threatening me. Jen.

[centurybaby]

Why, are you scared?

[futureleader]

No. It just sounds very threatening is all. You're forgetting you're talking to the guy who knows every kind of threat. You know?

Telepathy.

[centurybaby]

Technically, I should be watching my fucking back with you. I might have the potential to be fucking god-like, but I'm still vulnerable to that psychic shit.

[futureleader]

Hey. You have my word that I won't pull any psychic shit on you.

But thoughts I pick up on the psychic radio are free game.

[centurybaby]

At least I know you can't give me fucking psychic boners.

[futureleader]

[:(] Jenny...

[centurybaby]

Sorry. It's just too easy.

[futureleader]

You just like reminding me, don't you?

[centurybaby]

Only 'cause you're fun to tease.

[futureleader]

Well, your dad isn't gonna kill me or anything. Right?

[centurybaby]

50/50 chance.

[futureleader]

Well, that's convincing.

[centurybaby]

If he kills you, I'll send flowers.

[futureleader]

That is so comforting, Jen.

[centurybaby]

Aw. [ mildly mocking: ] You want me to fucking hug you and tell you it's gonna be okay?

[futureleader]

No. I don't need to be babied by my best friend.

[centurybaby]

That's right. I forgot. You're a big boy. All sixteen and everything.

[futureleader]

That's the age when boy's become men, right?

[centurybaby]

Wouldn't know. I don't hang out with that many sixteen-year-old boys.

[futureleader]

Maybe your dad would know.

[centurybaby]

He doesn't remember being sixteen.

[futureleader]

Why? Did he suddenly become grown up like you?

[centurybaby]

The procedures they used to make him superhuman took his memories. He doesn't remember anything before then. Neither of my dads do.

[futureleader]

Oh. But they also had to make him scary as fuck?