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Room 207 - Closed to Travis for the time being

Apr 27, 2009 06:23

Glitch was flustered. He had gaps in his memory again-- not long, a few seconds here, a few seconds there, a name lost-- but it was enough to make him really, really very uncomfortable ( Read more... )

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psychotravis April 27 2009, 16:29:32 UTC

Travis didn't lose any time in descending to room 207 and knocking on the door, three swift, hard, military taps. He found himself wondering what he might find inside, what this mysterious son was going to be like. He hoped that 'Amir' had not behaved in a threatening manner towards the pleasant young man from the theatre.

deep_well April 28 2009, 02:09:05 UTC

There was a pause, just long enough to peer out a peep-hole. "Travis," Glitch said with a relieved sigh, opening the door wide. "You must have sprinted. I'm not-- you know, I'm fine, I wasn't hurt, I just have one ringer of a headache and you're the only one I can talk to about this-"

Glass clinked behind him, and he turned around to snap: "Samson, out of Gizelle's cosmetics."

A small porcelain head peeked out from behind a glass bottle, the doll it belonged to (a strapping fifteen inches tall) hunching contritely.

"And then there's him. ...and you have one, too! Who's the lucky mother?" Distraction, please. He was usually so good at being distracted, too, the flaw WOULD abandon him just when he could use it most.

psychotravis April 28 2009, 21:55:12 UTC

"That's...your child?" Travis stared at the...doll. "Interesting. Mine's life-sized, at least. I have no idea who is mother is...his other father is Val Brack. The man I had...issues with when we talked before." He smiled awkwardly.

"So. Are you all right?"

deep_well April 28 2009, 22:58:53 UTC

"Oh," Glitch said, eyes widening. "I'm fine. It just startled me, really, and ... it actually startled me enough to lose a few seconds and I really, really hate doing that." He cleared his throat.

"Samson. Travis. Travis. Samson. ...I'm sorry I called, Travis, but you're the only person I could talk to-"

"You could talk to me!" Samson objected, in a voice with a slight tinkly edge to it, like porcelain shards being rolled together in a bag.

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