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Over three months now. Well, ninety-four days and approximately two hours to be slightly more exact.
Ninety-four days and he's no closer to understanding this place or its history or the people on it or any means to get back home. He'd spent a good several weeks focused solely on the wormhole idea, but after hitting brick wall after brick wall, he'd tried to alter his thinking somewhat, tried to make his mind work in the way Delirium's seems to. But, trying to add ice cream and coffee into equations only did well to make him more confused and frustrated.
Plus, he's gotten the feeling recently that the other three have long ago given up hope and now are only trying to humor him. David especially. He's been more irritable with Bob lately and Bob, frustrated with the research and lack of progress, has been irritable right back. He's begun to wonder if he should see about getting his own hut. Temporarily. Temporary until they get back home because they have to get back home. As much as he likes Jane and Curtis and Meg, Bob still doesn't belong here. He misses the lab and his mother and Caroline so bad that it physically hurts sometimes. He needs to get home.
But, after hours in the lab and no new progress, Bob has decided he needs a rest. He stops by the kitchen and makes himself a sandwich and a glass of water in the hopes that some downtime and food will spark a new perspective, before heading to the bookshelf, searching over the contents for a book or a film. Nothing catches his eye until he sees a cannister with 'Shakespeare in Love' scribbled on it. The title sounds familiar and his brow furrows a little as something starts to tug at the back of his mind.
It's only later, as he's sitting on the couch with his legs in front of him, feet flat on the floor and his hands on his lap, clutching his half-eaten sandwich, that the nagging fades into realization. The man playing William Shakespeare on the film is the same that Bob has met here. He's sure of it. And now that he's faced with it, he can remember the film being released back home. That would, of course, explain why the man didn't look like any picture Bob had ever seen of the real Shakespeare.
And then he thinks of Jane and how she really does seem to come straight from the novel. And, the woman he and David had met on their first day here who'd looked exactly like Jodie Foster and introduced herself as Clarice Starling.
Suddenly, some things are starting to make a lot more sense, but only in that way that makes them all the more confusing.
[Yes, Bob is finally about to come to terms with other people being fictional. Whether he'll realize that he himself is fictional right now is yet to be determined. Open to any and all, but familiar faces are especially welcome at the moment.]
Ninety-four days and he's no closer to understanding this place or its history or the people on it or any means to get back home. He'd spent a good several weeks focused solely on the wormhole idea, but after hitting brick wall after brick wall, he'd tried to alter his thinking somewhat, tried to make his mind work in the way Delirium's seems to. But, trying to add ice cream and coffee into equations only did well to make him more confused and frustrated.
Plus, he's gotten the feeling recently that the other three have long ago given up hope and now are only trying to humor him. David especially. He's been more irritable with Bob lately and Bob, frustrated with the research and lack of progress, has been irritable right back. He's begun to wonder if he should see about getting his own hut. Temporarily. Temporary until they get back home because they have to get back home. As much as he likes Jane and Curtis and Meg, Bob still doesn't belong here. He misses the lab and his mother and Caroline so bad that it physically hurts sometimes. He needs to get home.
But, after hours in the lab and no new progress, Bob has decided he needs a rest. He stops by the kitchen and makes himself a sandwich and a glass of water in the hopes that some downtime and food will spark a new perspective, before heading to the bookshelf, searching over the contents for a book or a film. Nothing catches his eye until he sees a cannister with 'Shakespeare in Love' scribbled on it. The title sounds familiar and his brow furrows a little as something starts to tug at the back of his mind.
It's only later, as he's sitting on the couch with his legs in front of him, feet flat on the floor and his hands on his lap, clutching his half-eaten sandwich, that the nagging fades into realization. The man playing William Shakespeare on the film is the same that Bob has met here. He's sure of it. And now that he's faced with it, he can remember the film being released back home. That would, of course, explain why the man didn't look like any picture Bob had ever seen of the real Shakespeare.
And then he thinks of Jane and how she really does seem to come straight from the novel. And, the woman he and David had met on their first day here who'd looked exactly like Jodie Foster and introduced herself as Clarice Starling.
Suddenly, some things are starting to make a lot more sense, but only in that way that makes them all the more confusing.
[Yes, Bob is finally about to come to terms with other people being fictional. Whether he'll realize that he himself is fictional right now is yet to be determined. Open to any and all, but familiar faces are especially welcome at the moment.]