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*So apparently he's not ALWAYS a bookish shut-in. Hiroshi is actually out and about today! To... get library books, okay, fine. But he's also at the pet store today, looking into octopus chow. Montfort's adorable, to be sure, and shockingly easier to take care of than what he's read about, but darned if he doesn't need a lot of love and care. Which is hard when you have a roommate that you have to constantly keep an eye on to make sure he's not either trying to feed it bad things or turn it into something NOT an octopus.

If he's not there, he's out in one of the parks, writing in a journal and looking at books. There might be a few psychology texts in there...*

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[It's weird seeing Hiroshi somewhere other than the library and/or the Suites. So Jaime actually has to take a double-take before he goes ahead and calls out:]

Hiroshi! Hey!

[He flops down beside Hiroshi, lightly inspecting one of the psychology texts.] Got some light reading, huh?

*Hiroshi looks up. Ah... Jaime, if he recalls correctly. He feels a little awkward, considering they haven't really talked much before.*

Um, hello. Uh... I guess you could say that. I had some things I wanted to look up.

*Like if there's any psychological conditions to explain split memories.*

[Good thing Jaime's fine about respecting boundaries and personal space.]

Personal things, right? I won't ask if it makes you uncomfortable.

*He tries not to look too relieved.*

Nothing too major, I assure you.

*Gotta be a little more social, man.*

Ah... and how are you?

[He smiles wryly - he saw that look of relief!] As long as it won't kill anyone in the process.

I'm okay. [He has to think about that, actually...] In the sense of like, "I'm doing okay physically, not so sure mentally, but it's nothing that I can't get over."

[Oh hey, guess who else is in the library that afternoon! Gordon already has an impressive pile of journals under his arm, more than he himself could ever hope to read in two weeks... He smiles and waves Hiroshi down from the biology section.]

Hey, what're you doing inside on a day like this? [Said with a teasing smile. He's one to talk.]

Oh, Mr. Gordon! I just had some books to return, and figured I'd pick up a few more while I'm at it. What about you?

Picking up some stuff for the Labs. There're a handful of guys in Bio that think that anemoi are product of some kinda biological process with the anaerobic microbes in the caves around here. I don't think the theory'll hold; the things may eat sulfur, but they can't crap memories.

[Spoken like a true intellectual. One may wonder why HE'S over here and not one of the biologists, then...]

It does seem kind of strange, yeah. It also wouldn't explain why they manage to return memories specifically to people who hand them in to be processed. Sounds like it's pretty complicated.

They've got an idea that it's chemical. A drug, kind of. But why it works remotely when we process it with no identifiable connection to the user, no one can answer. I think it's pretty much dead in the water.

[He shrugs.]

But... that's why we call it a theory in the first place. They'll probably run some tests anyway and then send a team to root around in some caves for counting purposes. Gotta make sure they spend the money allocated to them, I guess...

What about you? Looking for something specific?

Ah...

*He looks down at the books he has -- some stuff on psychology. He looks sheepish.*

Nothing... too important.

It sounds like you've got something on your mind... or someone's, anyway. Why the sudden interest in psych?

Ah, that's...

*He sighs.*

I guess... well, I know self-diagnosing isn't really the best idea, but I'm trying to see if there's an explanation for my weird glitch.

Hiroshi...

[He sighs, glancing down and pinching the bridge of his nose.]

It's probably not a good idea, no, but I know why you'd want to. If you really think you need help, then maybe you should seek out a professional. It's okay, that doesn't automatically mean you're crazy. As a matter of fact getting some help when you know you need it is the sanest thing a person can do.

I... suppose.

*His father, of course, would have disagreed...*

I just don't know who I'd turn to for this.

...I think there are a few psychologists on the lab team, but they're more or less dedicated to the new arrivals; apparently the memory loss can really mess with people. I'm sure if they can't help you directly though they can point you to someone in town who can.

Thanks. The last thing I need is to find out I'm actually certifiable after the mansion incident. It's...

*He pauses.*

The idea that the more I remember the more insane I get... It's kind of frightening.

[Christ, what'd they do, threaten this kid with being locked up back at home?

[...

[Oh HELL. He has, hadn't he?]

Hey. You're not insane, kid! Stop calling yourself that. You'll be fine... I promise. All you need is someone to talk to about this.

*Really, it's mostly self-inflicted. Not that he remembers yet, but he'd been keeping this sort of thing a secret back home. He's kind of harsh on himself like that.*

...thanks. Sorry, it's just... I don't really know which set is the true set anymore.

While Hiroshi is out looking for octo-chow, he might see Shen coming the other way. The Peacock is... not his usual resplendent self. He's ruffled, a bit dull-feathered, and looks very distracted. So distracted that he'll likely walk right into the boy if not alerted.

*Hiroshi doesn't typically make others business his business. But this is kind of an odd sight, and he supposes he SHOULD make some effort to be more outgoing...*

Uh, excuse me...

Shen stops on a dime with nine cents' change--whatever else might be off about him, his reflexes are still as sharp as ever. He blinks and gazes at Hiroshi as though he'd never seen the boy before in his life. Then he shakes his head and runs a wing down over his face with a sigh.

"Hm? Oh.... Pardon me... Hiroshi, is it? I'm a little distracted." He looks about. "Maybe more than a little."

He doesn't seen furtive, doesn't appear to be looking to see if he's being followed. If anything, he's being distracted by absolutely everything--cars, people walking by, streetlamps, any number of sounds....

*He scratches his head.*

You should be careful. That distracted, you might walk into someone. Or something.

A rueful half-smile crosses his face for a moment. "Like I almost did now? Point taken."

He rubs his eyes. "I started noticing how unfamiliar so many of these things are. Now I can't seem to stop. Clearly none of these things existed in the fifth century."

Heeeee's... not going to let that idea go for a while.

Ah, no they wouldn't have, but why would --

*Wait a sec.*

Wait, are you saying you're...?

"I've been doing rather a lot of research and that is what everything seems to point to. I've been unobservant--it only occurred to me as a reason for my unfamiliarity with common items when it was pointed out to me by... I didn't get his name; young fellow, dark hair, makes deductions about absolutely everything..."

Doesn't ring a bell, sorry. Still, that's absolutely amazing. It means that neither time NOR space are factors as far as who arrives to this place.

Hey, Hiroshi!

[It is your most favoritest roommate ever. For some reason, Palom's at the pet store, too. He is playing with a handful of mice.]

Oh, yeah! I meant to ask you! .......Didja find anythin' interesting in your bed a few nights ago?

*Does this expression answer your question?*

Huuuh.

That means 'no', right, not saying anything means 'no'; I don't know what could've been in there; I mean, I left you a present filled with lots of candy and stuff but maybe you missed it I bet you missed it you should go check again.

One of these days I swear to God you're waking up with a face full of tentacles, Palom.

*He grumbles as he turns back towards the fresh shrimp.*

God says that would be a bad thing to do and that you shouldn't say things like that, Hiroshi.

[A beam of light descends on the virtuous young mage who only knew who God was supposed to be because he watched too much television.]

I think God would probably say it's a bad thing to leave small rodents in other peoples' places of rest too, but that doesn't seem to stop some people.

God says you should be kind to all animals and not scream and try an' smush them when they were just lookin' for somewhere warm to sleep.

God says you should be kind to all animals and stop taking them from safe places to sleep and putting them into places where they could get smushed.

God says mice like living indoors, anyway.

Look, would you please just stop leaving mice around like that? I get little enough sleep as is.

Huh?

...You're still not sleeping well? But there's nothing even to worry about, anymore.

*He sighs.*

Palom, sometimes things aren't as easy to solve as "stop the bad guys, the end."

It should be when your problem is that bad guys are killing people.

...So you're still thinking about home?

*Hiroshi isn't sure how to explain that he's not really sure what home IS anymore.*

...a little, yeah.

...Do you think we're ever gonna get back?

Who knows? All we can do is take things one day at a time.

...

If it makes you feel better, I think a lot of people remember bad things happening at home. Yours just have the blue monster things involved, which makes it seem a lot worse.

That's true enough, I guess.

*He just wishes he knew what the actual outcome of it all was. It has to have been the death one though, right? After all, the memories he had of that were most consistent with how they observed the blue monsters acting...*

Yeah. So since being all unhappy together is dumb, we should all just not think about it so much, instead!

[Brilliant problem solving skills as always.]

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