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[anunluckypenny]

Okay, City. Question time.

Say this is the second time you've been in the City and you have no idea what happened the first time around, although there are some awesome people who remember you. Now say it's, you know, one of their birthdays, and you want to give them something special and thoughtful, but you haven't really gotten to know them as well as they know you and you have no idea what you might've given them for their birthday before. What do you do?

Also, for anyone who was following that rainbow a couple days ago--did you find anything? Dumb question, but stranger things've happened.

I hope everyone's still doing okay. If anyone ever needs anything, I'd like to help. If you can't reach me on the network-thing--sometimes I forget to turn it on when I'm running around--I'm usually hanging out around the Welcome Center. This is absolutely not aimed at anyone specific.


[Filtered to Peter Vincent // Ridiculously Hackable]

Hey, Peter? Not to accuse you of anything, but have you maybe been following me since that weird song curse? It's just that I keep seeing you in really random places and you always look away really fast or hide behind something when I notice you.

If there's something you want to talk to me about, you know you can just talk to me, right? As long as it doesn't have anything to do with songs that were playing completely against my will or that thing that I said, I promise I won't hang up on you. Again. Did I ever mention that I'm sorry about that? I just get really freaked out by you sometimes. That didn't come out right. What I mean is, the things you talk about are kind of freaky. Nothing against you. Really.

Also, if these're your bottles I keep finding around, it'd be great if you'd consider recycling them instead of leaving them on the ground.


[ooc: Ever-so-slightly forward dated to the morning of March 20th when I have no intention of being awake, so open to anyone cursed with The Worst of Me.]

Comments

[intheblanks]

Living above ground's definitely preferable.

How about you?

[anunluckypenny]

To what? Living underground? Like, literally in the Underground?

Me? Everything's fine. It wasn't that bad to begin with, I mean, but no one's been mad.

[intheblanks]

Well I would have headed for Verbiers to get away from everyone but when you're stuck in this place there aren't as many options.

I don't mean that, exactly. It's uncomfortable, isn't it? When people think they know you.

[anunluckypenny]

I'm not sure that the place with the most ways to get killed is the best option. Ever.

Oh... that. Yeah, I'd definitely say that counts as uncomfortable.

[intheblanks]

Know what places with a lot of ways to get killed tend to need? Doctors.

[He made a living.]

Particularly when what they think they know doesn't add up to who you are. Not anymore, anyway.

[anunluckypenny]

So long as those doctors don't get killed by anything.

I can't say I've really had that problem. People expect you to be a different you than you are?

[intheblanks]

At least a younger me.

[anunluckypenny]

Aging: also not your fault.

[intheblanks]

You know the hospital has more than one doctor from my world?

[anunluckypenny]

Yeah. Wilson and House, right?

[intheblanks]

And Cameron.

They're three years ago, for me. Things change.

[anunluckypenny]

I'm so sorry. There's not much that can't change in three entire years.

Are you okay, Chase? If you need company or anything...

[intheblanks]

I'm fine. Came out of hiding, got yelled at. Now I'm fine. Vanishing was... melodramatic of me.

You've got no memories at all?

[anunluckypenny]

I'd probably want to vanish too if everyone was mad at me for not being who they expected me to be.

Nope, not a one. Do you?

Private;

[intheblanks]

A couple. Small, specific and fuzzy.

Private;

[anunluckypenny]

That probably doesn't make things easier, does it...

Private;

[intheblanks]

I'd rather not have them. But if you felt differently... if you wanted me to try and get anything back for you...

Private;

[anunluckypenny]

No, I'm good. It's probably cowardly, but I'm afraid to know what I don't remember.

Did you make a deal with the deities? For your memories, I mean?

Private;

[intheblanks]

No. Sometimes they just come back.

Honestly, I'm interested in finding someone in our position who'd let me see what I can find by hypnosis. Someone who wants to know.

Private;

[anunluckypenny]

That's rough. They just pop up randomly?

I'd be okay with something like that. You know, if it would help people who want to remember things.

Private;

[intheblanks]

More or less.

Everything you've already told me means I wouldn't be okay trying it with you. But if someone comes through the welcome centre who does want to remember...

Private;

[anunluckypenny]

Then there's no getting rid of them?

If you're sure. I'll definitely try to find someone. I mean, that can't be that hard.

Private;

[intheblanks]

There's no stopping them. Which might make getting rid of them a case of trying to keep kittens in a paper bag.

Is... the offer of company still open?