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[three_fiftyfive]

Like it's any more ridiculous than your name?

[the moment that's uttered? there's a silence.

wasn't she just in a hotel room? wasn't she just talking to...]

Yorick?

[no, this wasn't the same place. this wasn't even the same scenery! a few steps are recorded: slow. careful. cautious.] What the hell is going on?

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[iknewmewell]

--Waitwait, don't go around exploring yet, I have to find you and show you around! And yes, this is a talking journal. And yes, I am inside of one.

[three_fiftyfive]

Magical Castle-- [sigh] This is all some fucked-up dream of yours? Why am I not surprised?

[and that's when the frown drapes across her face, fingers splayed against her forehead as she collects her bearings upon hearing a familiar voice] It doesn't explain why it feels like I'm living it.

[iknewmewell]

Is this where I make a really bad line about you walking out of my dreams and into my car?

[He's grinning like a fool at the journal, wide-eyed, and you can somehow HEAR his cheeks being pulled into an intense smile as he questions]

So uh. How are you?

[three_fiftyfive]

[and to all this? 355 is practically linefacing.

for one, she's hearing voices, and the man of the hour's nowhere to be found.]

It looks like you're the one doing all the walking out. Did you decide to play "escape artist" the moment the conversation got sensitive?

[iknewmewell]

[Backtracks in his mind, trying to think of what conversation 355 could be referring to -- ah hell, he's too excited for that mental exercise right now]

Tell me where you are and I'll be walking in your general direction, hopefully.

[three_fiftyfive]

[and this is her, thinking you're avoiding the subject. there's a recording seething of breath, as 355 tentatively steps to the door, opening it and looking around.]

...looks like this room number is 1711. [and there's a stifled snort at that one.]

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[iknewmewell]

[Surprised laugh]

I thought you'd be way more cautious about revealing that aloud! Though, I guess you know there's nothing to worry about, since I'm driving this dream.

[Turns the corner and OH CONVENIENCES OF CONVENIENCES, he sees her down the hall because he was already randomly exploring]

[iknewmewell]

Which reminds me, what are you wearing? [From behind her --KIDDING...KIDDING, staring at her back, meant it as a mock-pick-up line but oh wow, what IS she wearing?]

[three_fiftyfive]

[a sigh] You were just in the room with me. I figured this was just one of your weird tricks that I have trouble wrapping my brain around. You know, like your logic in most cases.

[and... HE JUST USED THAT SAME LINE ON HER NOT TOO LONG AGO, DIDN'T HE?] Something I picked up in Paris. [a beat, palm meeting her forehead again] This is one hell of a deja vu, Yorick.

[iknewmewell]

Uhh... [Looks her over quickly, mouth quirking into a goofy smile ] You look nice.

[Clears his throat, thumbing over his shoulder] I left Ampersand back at my room. You don't know how happy I am to see you, Three-Fifty.

[three_fiftyfive]

[there may have been the faintest of smiles at that, but it is quickly dissipated the second 355's mind kicks into its usual "needing answers to make sense of current situation" state.]

You're talking like we haven't spoken in days. I mean, you and... [and she's looking down. wait.] What's the last thing you remember?

[iknewmewell]

[Doesn't know why he's not stepping forward, maybe it's to preserve this image of her, but he's not going to get tongue-tied at a moment where she's confused and in need of answers.

Runs his hand through his hair and scratches his scalp a bit. Attractively.]

We were in the catacombs of Paris. Sorry for the ...sentimental and longing gazes, it's just that I've been kind of lonely without you.

[three_fiftyfive]

...that was the other day.

[it's a low mutter, but despite the fond memory of their time there, 355 can't help but wonder... just what was she living in afterward? was it her trapped in a dream after all? and Yorick... well, at least he stayed the same. and there's a smile.]

Yeah, should have figured that after the way I ditched you and all. [a beat, the smile fades. a little.] Did you find what you were looking for?

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[iknewmewell]

Ditched me? [Frowns, crosses one of his arms over his chest to nervously tug at the sleeve of his coat, searching for a way to assuage the sudden tension between them]

Do you mean ... Beth? I wouldn't know.

[iknewmewell]

This might sound kind of weird, but I promise it's not the sci-fi geek in me talking. We're probably from different times, Three-Fifty. Einstein and moving trains and all of that.

[three_fiftyfive]

[at this, she's leaning against the wall next to the door ajar. easy, 355. get the facts first before you start dwelling on all the awkward tension that's once again come into the picture.]

You know, all the shit I've been hearing in the last half hour or so is going to make a whole lot more sense if that were true. [she's folding her arms, scrutinizing Yorick's appearance as she dwells on the thought.] The thing is, I'm not exactly sure why it would even be true in the first place.