[Walkabout] He did something right for once...

[failgoyle]

I'M IN!

[Whatever's just happened, Jules sounds about as pleased with himself as he can manage on the psychic network.]

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[failgoyle]

It's not like that! And yeah, I'm Jules. Hold on...

[Cue a bit of sensory livestreaming, in which everyone gets a good look at Jules's laptop and the setup with the stainless steel door in the hospital. He's got the laptop patched into the palm and retina scanners in order to try to bypass them.]

I finally hacked the damn door! A little credit where credit's due would be nice.

[Of a strange, unrelated interest might be the fact that the hands that are visible still pecking away at the laptop's keyboard are a deep purple and tipped with white claws. There's also kind of a purple mass in the middle of the shot--it's Jules's snout.]

See? It is totally innocent.

[There's a pause.]

As innocent as you can get when forcing your way into a mysterious door, anyway.

[comebewe]

[well, that certainly does manage to distract Matthew from the horrifying, terrifying concept that is 'Jules having sex with someone']

You're purple! We did not think you would be purple, under your mask.

[failgoyle]

Did I ever say I wasn't purple?

[comebewe]

Is denying that you're a particular colour something we should be expecting you to do?

[failgoyle]

...no, probably not.