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[X had been making his way, in no obvious rush, to the hotel in Lagrano that Axl had specified. He knew it would be a little while before anyone caught up with him there, and he didn't want to attract any attention on the way. Despite what he'd told Axl and his twin about how he had the 'easy' job, X knew that sitting and waiting with nothing to do but think and worry would be as hard, if not harder, than having an actual task to do would have been.
However, the walk was not as uneventful as he'd have liked.
He'd barely arrived in Lagrano Plaza out of the Air Bus station when the wave of vertigo and nausea hit him. It was unlike anything he'd experienced before. It was so disorienting he actually lost his footing and fell to his knees, but caught himself with one hand. And then his painstakingly realistic human behavioral algorithms decided to kick in at that point and simulate a dry heave. He clapped his other hand to his mouth even though there was nothing to heave up, and tried to stop another incredibly unpleasant heave.
It took him a moment to suppress the reaction and gain control of himself again. As he looked up, he realized he wasn't the only one who'd lost their balance during that strange... quake?]
"Hey, are you okay?" [A reploid dressed as a waiter from the restaurant across the street offered X a hand up. X was shaken up enough that he accepted the hand without a fuss. The waiter helped him up.] "Wow, that was pretty intense. Worse than last time, I think."
[X blinked up at the taller reploid.] "This has happened before?"
"Oh yeah, couple times now, I think." [He jerked his thumb back at the restaurant, The Sea Star.] "My boss is getting kind of worried about them. But no one's said anything about the island foundations being damaged by these quakes. So I'm not worried. It's just a pain having everyone fall down and breaking dishes. If you're okay now...?"
"Oh yes, thank you. Let me help you too." [X joined him in checking on the other reploids that had fallen. By the time he and the waiter, Urchin, had parted ways, X had heard numerous others talking about the quakes, some worrying and wanting to leave, and others chiding them for overreacting. The whole event was worrisome.
But at least it kept X's mind off his other identical problems for the rest of the walk to the hotel.
The Squeeze Inn was a fairly shabby place and the hotel looked like it had seen better days. The room was on the small side, with one bed, and one small window. Feeling paranoid, he did a security sweep and found nothing out of the ordinary. X also checked the window, which had an uninspiring view of an empty side street. He secured the curtains and turned away from the window.
Alone now with his thoughts, everything that he'd been through today came crashing back in on him with a vengeance. He managed to grab onto the back of an armchair when his knees suddenly went a little wobbly under him. His thoughts chased themselves in tighter and tighter circles.
What does it all mean? What is going on in this city? I know I'm X, but he's... too perfect. They would have had to replace me the same night they grabbed me. You can't make a copy that perfect, complete with memories, in one night. It's impossible.
And then there's another one... Why would anyone make two copies of me? What could they want? The things they could do if they replaced me... But why two?
And then he froze as a horrible thought occurred to him. His face paled as he felt a little nauseous again.
He and his twin were so identical... What if the third one is different, but isn't a newgen or a copy? What if we're so perfectly identical because... we're both the copies.
And then he had to sit down, and nearly missed the chair even so.
What if none of us is the real X? No- no no. Don't think like that...
X shuddered slightly as if to shake the idea off. Then he pulled his legs up onto the chair and sat for a long moment, eyes closed and just breathing.
Priorities. Deep, slow breaths. There are diagnostics to run. Get a hold of yourself.
Settling into the chair, X called up his diagnostic routines and began running them. It would keep his mind distracted while he waited.]
[ooc: Dear lord why are all my posts tl;dr. o.O
Anyway, feel free to run into X on the way to the hotel if you really want. Be one of the people he helps up after Vertigo, idek.
Conspiracy buddies, feel free to tag on in whenever you get around to ending up at the hotel.]
However, the walk was not as uneventful as he'd have liked.
He'd barely arrived in Lagrano Plaza out of the Air Bus station when the wave of vertigo and nausea hit him. It was unlike anything he'd experienced before. It was so disorienting he actually lost his footing and fell to his knees, but caught himself with one hand. And then his painstakingly realistic human behavioral algorithms decided to kick in at that point and simulate a dry heave. He clapped his other hand to his mouth even though there was nothing to heave up, and tried to stop another incredibly unpleasant heave.
It took him a moment to suppress the reaction and gain control of himself again. As he looked up, he realized he wasn't the only one who'd lost their balance during that strange... quake?]
"Hey, are you okay?" [A reploid dressed as a waiter from the restaurant across the street offered X a hand up. X was shaken up enough that he accepted the hand without a fuss. The waiter helped him up.] "Wow, that was pretty intense. Worse than last time, I think."
[X blinked up at the taller reploid.] "This has happened before?"
"Oh yeah, couple times now, I think." [He jerked his thumb back at the restaurant, The Sea Star.] "My boss is getting kind of worried about them. But no one's said anything about the island foundations being damaged by these quakes. So I'm not worried. It's just a pain having everyone fall down and breaking dishes. If you're okay now...?"
"Oh yes, thank you. Let me help you too." [X joined him in checking on the other reploids that had fallen. By the time he and the waiter, Urchin, had parted ways, X had heard numerous others talking about the quakes, some worrying and wanting to leave, and others chiding them for overreacting. The whole event was worrisome.
But at least it kept X's mind off his other identical problems for the rest of the walk to the hotel.
The Squeeze Inn was a fairly shabby place and the hotel looked like it had seen better days. The room was on the small side, with one bed, and one small window. Feeling paranoid, he did a security sweep and found nothing out of the ordinary. X also checked the window, which had an uninspiring view of an empty side street. He secured the curtains and turned away from the window.
Alone now with his thoughts, everything that he'd been through today came crashing back in on him with a vengeance. He managed to grab onto the back of an armchair when his knees suddenly went a little wobbly under him. His thoughts chased themselves in tighter and tighter circles.
What does it all mean? What is going on in this city? I know I'm X, but he's... too perfect. They would have had to replace me the same night they grabbed me. You can't make a copy that perfect, complete with memories, in one night. It's impossible.
And then there's another one... Why would anyone make two copies of me? What could they want? The things they could do if they replaced me... But why two?
And then he froze as a horrible thought occurred to him. His face paled as he felt a little nauseous again.
He and his twin were so identical... What if the third one is different, but isn't a newgen or a copy? What if we're so perfectly identical because... we're both the copies.
And then he had to sit down, and nearly missed the chair even so.
What if none of us is the real X? No- no no. Don't think like that...
X shuddered slightly as if to shake the idea off. Then he pulled his legs up onto the chair and sat for a long moment, eyes closed and just breathing.
Priorities. Deep, slow breaths. There are diagnostics to run. Get a hold of yourself.
Settling into the chair, X called up his diagnostic routines and began running them. It would keep his mind distracted while he waited.]
[ooc: Dear lord why are all my posts tl;dr. o.O
Anyway, feel free to run into X on the way to the hotel if you really want. Be one of the people he helps up after Vertigo, idek.
Conspiracy buddies, feel free to tag on in whenever you get around to ending up at the hotel.]