Because ahaha why the heck not.

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

{Suddenly, Clive! This is essentially what has just happened, as one second he was being led away from the wreckage of his machine by Inspector Chelmly, and now he's in a rather fancy looking lobby. What the heck.

He takes a few cautious steps, weary of his pounding head, and looks about.}

... Hello? Is there anyone here?

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[icefreckled.livejournal.com]

[What why do you sound so awkward. ...wait...]

...ah! You're... a different one, aren't you?

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

{Nodnod. Just kinda. Staring at you. You look younger than he remembers.}

[icefreckled.livejournal.com]

Well... don't stand out there gawping, come inside.

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

{He does so, still very akwardly. Still, he can't help but smile slightly. You act exactly as he remembers you.}

It's... nice to see you...

[icefreckled.livejournal.com]

And it's nice to see you looking well, Clive.

[She shuts the door, pausing to look him up and down once that's done.]

You don't look as skinny as the other one.

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

Ah, well, I'm... a bit younger than the other me. {That is still really weird to refer to another him.}

[icefreckled.livejournal.com]

Mmm... [She watches him a little, then nods sharply.]

Would you like some tea?

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

Ah, yes, please, if you don't mind.

[icefreckled.livejournal.com]

[She sets about fetching tea in the little built-in kitchen.]

Clive... the other Clive, that is... he told me about what happened.

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

{He looks at the ground. He feels terrible.
It's certainly not helping his headache.}

I'm... sorry...

[icefreckled.livejournal.com]

...I wasn't telling you so that you could apologise, Clive, I was telling you to make sure that you knew.

...look. Had I been in your situation... had it been you in there, I can't say I wouldn't have been just as angry as you. I might have even done the same as you, if I'd had the ability to create the things that you did.

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

{He looks at her, slightly shocked.}

[icefreckled.livejournal.com]

[She pauses in her tea-making to glance back at him.]

What? Why is it so shocking to know that I'd do the same as you? I'm your mother, Clive, I'd have been just as angry at losing you as you were about losing me.

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

Well, yes of course, but... you wouldn't have... tried to destroy London... {There, he said it.}

[icefreckled.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't have have had the ability to try to destroy London.

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

{He looks back at the ground.
No matter what you say, he's still ashamed at what he's done.}

[icefreckled.livejournal.com]

[She sighs and turns back to the tea.]

How do you take it, Clive?

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

Just... just black is fine.

[icefreckled.livejournal.com]

[She nods, shovelling sugar into her own before she brings both the cups over.]

Now... besides the obvious, what have you been doing?

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

Well... I only just got here. I havn't had time to do too much.

[icefreckled.livejournal.com]

And what about before here? I mean... the people in this place come from different worlds, I gather, so I'd leave to hear if there are any differences between you and the other Clive.

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

My... machine just failed, and... they were taking me to prison...

[icefreckled.livejournal.com]

[...sigh. Okay, every version of Clive is full of angst, she's got that one down.]

I didn't mean that. I meant... what did you study in school, did you have a job, that sort of thing.

[There's a bit of a Stern Look along with that. Stop being sad, son. }:|]

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

{Angst is what teenagers are best at, god mom get with the program.}

Oh, uhm... yea, I... I worked for a newspaper.

[icefreckled.livejournal.com]

[Well excuse me for getting blown up before I got around to having a teenager, jeez.]

Oh? What did you do?