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[faultlesscon]

Everyone's either paranoid, insane, screwed up, or not even themselves.

[It's a mutter under his breath when the feed comes to life - it's pointed at his sneakers which step back and out of view. As the faciliberry lens moves and lifts, everyone can see the damage done to the room; the bed is flipped and up, drooping against the wall like a

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[In person] TAKIN CHARGE if that's okay ; c ;

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[Oh hey, Alex, I hope you were ready for a knock at the common room door. Tim is totally coming in before you answer. He peeks his head in first:] Alex? [And upon seeing Alex on the couch, comes right in, hand reaching around to rest on Alex's shoulder before he even rounds the couch.] Alex--are you okay?

action. why wouldn't it be okay? >:

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[Alex hears the door and he's going through who it could be - he has his hands wrapped in the ends of his shirts, pressed down into his lap so the touch has him tense, sit up straighter as he looks up.]

I'd be lying if I said yes - no one's okay this week. [He shrugs his shoulders and motions for the other to take a seat.] I'm as best as I can be, I suppose. How did your wandering go?

just checking T___T hey, what are his injuries? could you just...sum them up next post?

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It went fine. [He mumbles a little absently, eyes running down over Alex's posture appraisingly as he sits down. Takes him a second to pull his hand from Alex's shoulder, and even when he does, they hover a little anxiously.] It went fine, Alex, what happened?

you read my mind - what is this. /pats on the back

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That's good. [He has his legs drawn up and knees at chest level to try and hide his hands at least; upon further inspection there's more bruises on his forearms than there were earlier, his knuckles are worn and beaten, even his fingernails seem to be part of the damage. Under his pants there's some bruising and cuts, but it's nothing that can't be hidden.

Unfortunately, he's not keen on sharing scars:] I had a mishap - experiments don't sympathize or let up for anyone.

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A mishap? [His tone is incredibly gentle, not his standard interrogatory concern. He slices a hand through his hair, fidgety.] Alex, you're--how much of this is old? Was that--was that blood on your walls?

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[He kind of misses the old Tim because it's easier to deny him answers to the questions. Looking over, he takes in a breath.]

Cheek wound's from two weeks, some of the bruises too. [A nod to the second question.] Enough about me - what'd you find?

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No! No way, not enough--you still haven't told me what happened!

d-damnit I am going to miss adorable Tim

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It's part of the experiment. [This is kind of like talking to a child, which is really weird, so he's trying to be nice but. IT'S TIM.]

You know how you don't remember things, but everyone else seems to remember them? That's part of it too. [He pauses.] At least I believe it is.

me too. :c

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But-- [He's about to argue for a more explicit explanation, but then Alex brings up the little issue of his memories and Tim backs way the fuck off. He shuts up, wringing his hand around the back of his neck.]

...But I do remember things.

why you do this Tenny

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[He lifts his head, and there's a smear of blood across his chin.]

You do?

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Of course. [Eyes follow the the red smudge, but he isn't sure if he should say anything. Of course, it's say something to Alex or keep talking about himself and...the options aren't great.] I remember my whole life.

You've--you've got-- [Thumbs at his own chin to show.]

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[Dropping his head again to rub the spot against his pants - all good.] . . . Your life here, or before this place?

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...Before here. I'm--I know I haven't been here before, Alex, but...there's notes everywhere in "my" room. Power Girl says I made them, but I can't read them. They don't bring anything back, I don't--understand anyone here.

[A sigh.] I mean, I don't even know how to get you to talk.

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You didn't know how to even before this week, it's much worse. [It's a curt reply, and he shakes his head.]

There's something that's blocked off your memories here, or in reality you honestly... haven't been here before. [A pause.] The latter can't be possible, though.

Don't think so hard on it.

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It has to be possible, because I've never been here before! [Someone realized that this wasn't a dream yesterday.] I can't not think hard about it, I only think one way!

God, sorry. Sorry, I didn't come here to vent at you. Listen, where's your first aid kit? Let's get you patched proper again.

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What was the date then, in your world? [The outburst has him stop and stare with wide eyes for a moment, but he lets out a breath and purses his lips.]

That's the Tim I know. [He's getting up and holding a hand up.] I have one in my room.