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fluxscape2020-10-17 08:44 pm
forleaving) wrote in fluxscape2020-10-17 08:44 pm
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Who: Adam and YOU!
What: Spending time at the park and doing some shopping
Where: Various places around Wechester City
When: 10/17
Warnings: None yet
A. Blossom, willow grow your leaves
Adam had been here for weeks already and he was no closer to figuring out a way home now than he'd been when he'd first gotten there. It was true that things weren't as bad as he'd expected them to be, but he was still far from home, with no answers, and everything was a mess.
Everything being a mess was part of why he was sat in the park, on the grass, flipping over tarot cards three at a time. Every time, he frowned at them, swept them back into the deck, and tried again. This wasn't like when he'd been connected with Cabeswater; he couldn't just ask a question and receive an answer from whatever had brought them here.
Taking a deep breath, he leaned back for a moment, squinting up at the sun. Things would have been easier with a ley line, but he didn't have that kind of luxury here. He didn't have many luxuries, period, except a roof over his head and friends. So really, nothing much had changed on that front.
Looking back down, he flipped three more cards, squinting at them.
B. 'Cos my soil dries round fractured seeds
There was a little store next to the hardware place where he worked that was stocking some nice autumn decorations. It had more than that, though, and even better it was inexpensive. He browsed the aisles with a basket in hand, picking up odds and ends. A welcome rug for the Barns. A few scented candles for his room. Some storage baskets that didn't fit in his shopping basket and had to be carried in his other hand. If he'd driven there he would have had to worry about only getting whatever could be stored on his motorcycle, but he'd walked, so it wasn't that big of a deal.
He stopped in front of the animal toys section, rearranging his basket before poking through toys. He didn't know if goats played with anything or if they just kind of headbutted things as their way of playing, and he wasn't about to try calling Ronan to ask him. Moving on, he found himself in a cramped book section, putting down all of his baskets so he could use both hands to poke through the books.
What: Spending time at the park and doing some shopping
Where: Various places around Wechester City
When: 10/17
Warnings: None yet
A. Blossom, willow grow your leaves
Adam had been here for weeks already and he was no closer to figuring out a way home now than he'd been when he'd first gotten there. It was true that things weren't as bad as he'd expected them to be, but he was still far from home, with no answers, and everything was a mess.
Everything being a mess was part of why he was sat in the park, on the grass, flipping over tarot cards three at a time. Every time, he frowned at them, swept them back into the deck, and tried again. This wasn't like when he'd been connected with Cabeswater; he couldn't just ask a question and receive an answer from whatever had brought them here.
Taking a deep breath, he leaned back for a moment, squinting up at the sun. Things would have been easier with a ley line, but he didn't have that kind of luxury here. He didn't have many luxuries, period, except a roof over his head and friends. So really, nothing much had changed on that front.
Looking back down, he flipped three more cards, squinting at them.
B. 'Cos my soil dries round fractured seeds
There was a little store next to the hardware place where he worked that was stocking some nice autumn decorations. It had more than that, though, and even better it was inexpensive. He browsed the aisles with a basket in hand, picking up odds and ends. A welcome rug for the Barns. A few scented candles for his room. Some storage baskets that didn't fit in his shopping basket and had to be carried in his other hand. If he'd driven there he would have had to worry about only getting whatever could be stored on his motorcycle, but he'd walked, so it wasn't that big of a deal.
He stopped in front of the animal toys section, rearranging his basket before poking through toys. He didn't know if goats played with anything or if they just kind of headbutted things as their way of playing, and he wasn't about to try calling Ronan to ask him. Moving on, he found himself in a cramped book section, putting down all of his baskets so he could use both hands to poke through the books.
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"I'm not trying to be funny. I genuinely have no idea who Noah is." How did he not remember? No matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't remember anybody else there with them. Nobody else living at Monmouth, no one else joining them on their adventures. He thought he remembered something about an Aglionby spirit day, though.
"I'm just- I'm really confused. Gansey and Ronan mentioned Noah, too, but I..." he spread his hand, the one not occupied with what remained of his hot dog. "Do you think this place took that from me?"
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"I don't know." She paused, searching her own mind for memories that might be missing. Any sort of blank spot in the long timeline of events that she could point to and say 'something used to be here.'. It was silly sort of idea in theory, how would she have actually been able to tell if anything was gone? Adam hadn't realized he was missing anything until the it had been brought up.
"Who knows what this place can do. Maybe it's taken something from all of us, but you just figured it out sooner than everyone else." Blue pulled her knees into her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs. There was a slight sadness in her voice when she spoke again, staring off in the distance. How many of the same memories did they even share anymore? And without all those shared memories, was she even talking to the same Adam she knew back home? "I wish you remembered him. We all had a lot of fun."
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"Maybe that's what it really wants from us," he said after a moment, after he'd finished his hot dog. "Our memories." Maybe this place or whoever was controlling it got power from their memories. Who knew how it could get worse. Maybe it would keep taking from them.
"I wish I remembered him, too," he added, quieter.