Room 401, Monday Midday

[ultron_junior]

Seven-year-old Victor hadn't been able to figure out how to get music onto an iPod from a computer that didn't have iTunes, but teenage Victor faced no such problems. He borrowed Alec's iPod again and spent the morning putting songs on it -- a mix of classical, electronica, world music and rap that represented the best of his collection plus a few things he was pretty sure Alec would dig.

He was in a good mood as he worked, if a bit of a wistful one. Being seven for a weekend had been a seriously cool experience. Plus, now he had some real memories of childhood to mix in with the fake ones Ultron had implanted, which in his opinion was a change for the good.

He frowned a little at his torrent -- the complete works of Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan should download a little faster, in his opinions -- and clicked open another browser window. He'd read up on AI virus prevention while he waited.

[OOC: Cracked door, open post.]

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[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

"You grew up," Olive noted -- seventeen year-old Olive, it should be noted -- from where she was peeking in the doorway.

[nottrivial]

Alec had woken up early to go to the gym, shock of shocks, and by the time he got back around mid-afternoon, he was very relieved to find a normal-sized Victor in place of the tiny one who'd been around yesterday. "Good to see you're back," he said, offering him a small smile.