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[Acton]

[Anyone who happens into the library will find a large research table along the windows completely coated in newspapers, magazines, atlases and books on local history, and sprawled in a chair before all of it is a thin, bespectacled young man in an orange sweater and faded jeans who is definitely not reading any of them at the moment. Gordon growls quietly as he plucks off his glasses and presses the heels of his hands into his eyes.]

Rrrgh, dammit... Nothing. What the hell? You'd think SOMETHING would start looking familiar, but no, I may as well be reading these things in Russian or something.

[He lowers his hands and stares at the ceiling for a moment.]

...I don't speak Russian, do I? Christ, that statement's going to sound really stupid in hindsight if I do.

[A few more futile and frustrating hours later, he's out of the library and at a place where he can blow off some steam; a bar near the Ermis Apartments.]

AHAHAHAH, GOTCHA! Who's the predating subspecies NOW, bitch?! Ohohoh what's this? More of those fat fucks that blow up into a dozen little ones! Allow me to cut your gestation time short! EAT GRENADES!

[His beer sits forgotten on a nearby table while he manically fires a little plastic gun at the screen of one of those violent zombie-saturated video games that occasionally find themselves in bars. He's gleefully swearing up a storm, and it's worth mentioning that for a high-difficulty quarter-muncher it has yet to actually see a game-over screen.]

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[Jaime's at the library sometimes, when he's got nothing better to do. Today's one of those days; he was just about to walk out with his pile of YA fiction when he notices Gordon at that research table.]

Hey, um... you alright over there?

Huh?

[He twists his head to the source of the voice and then sits up to fiddle with a newspaper like he knows what he's doing.]

--Yeah, I'm fine, kid. Just trying to, uh, jog my memory a little. I'm new to town, if you know what I mean. Guess I'm getting a little desperate; not knowing who you are or what you used to do can be pretty damned frustrating.

[He nods in agreement, mainly because it's something he's dealt with before.]

Yeah, I get you. None of that's really worked for me so far, but... on the upside, it means I've gotten to know the library pretty well.

[He cracks a smile at that, and drops the paper to offer a hand to shake.]

Name's Gordon. So how long have you been here in Sirocco?

[Jaime eagerly accepts, shaking Gordon's hand quickly but firmly.]

I'm Jaime! It's good to meet you.

[He actually has to think about that one...] I'm not sure, actually. I was here for a couple of months, I left for about a month, and then came back so... about half a year?

[He gestures to a nearby chair, one that isn't stacked with books anyway, as an invitation to sit.] You left? Everyone so far has told me we couldn't leave.

That's the thing... [Jaime shrugs helplessly before going ahead and sitting down:] It wasn't of my own free will.

There's about a month that I don't remember, because when I came back... I didn't think I'd left at all.

So you were just gone for about a month? Christ, this place is funky. Maybe I oughtta spend some time trying to look that stuff up instead. Stuff like the memory loss, our sudden appearances here that for SOME reason everyone writes off as normal. No one's thinking to question all this?

Well, that's the thing... if we're all amnesiacs, then it's kind of normal for this place. That's why I didn't question it, at least not for a while.

[And now he doesn't question it because he doesn't WANT to remember more.]

Yeah, but usually we start out with our memory completely gone, not missing in chunks... [He trails off, staring at the window in thought. For the moment, he's too fixated on puzzling it together to notice that Jaime doesn't really want to talk about it.]

...I dunno. Maybe we'll get a real explanation later. But from what I understand this crap's been going on since forever. Sirocco's economy and social structure are BASED on it. If there's a reason behind all of it, then it's hidden so well that no one's noticed yet.

Well, my memory was completely gone the first time around... I guess it just built on whatever I remembered the second.

[He nods in slight agreement at the second part.] If it is a conspiracy, it's the best one I've seen yet. Not that I actually remember any, but... it feels like it would be.

[Karkat sucks at that game. That is all.]

Oh, real impressive. Some twenty-sweep-old loser screaming at a game screen.

Man, what's YOUR problem? Don't tell me you've never-- [Then he glances over at the troll and stares for a half-second. You would too if it were the first one you've ever seen in your life.]

What the hell--GAH! [Back to the game, those seconds have cost him and the horde is attacking!] Oh shit oh shit oh shi--AAUGH!

[Game over. He tosses the gun on the console with a growl and grabs his beer.] Thanks a lot, freakazoid. Ngh, that was the last level too.

Hahahahaha, way to go. It's called pausing the fucking game you douche.

[He scowls at the troll.] Those games don't even freaking HAVE pause buttons! D'ya spend that much time with your head up your ass because those horns poke your prostate, or what?

In which case the fault lies with your species for being retarded enough to design games without pause buttons. Checkmate. Thanks for playing, don't let the threshold oscillator hit you on the way out!

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/the slowest :c I am so sorry, brosis

Sis. =D It's cool.

excellent ♥

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