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[dualites]

Time, it seemed, was fluid. Not just in that the inhabitants came from all times and places, but in that, if one wasn't careful, the days seemed to blur. Initially, Thomas had tried to ward it off, preventing himself from falling into any particular habits. However, the grindstone that was the passing of the days won out. He could only really

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[notfaking_it]

"Looking for anything in particular?" Lily asked, her eyebrows lifting curiously at the sight of Thomas picking through the bookshelf. She was still shaken from her encounter with Dodge, the knowledge that he could have died right there in that stupid playground had no one seen him, but she tried not to show it. It was easier than trying to sort through all the reasons why she was shaken.

"The way I hear it, whatever you want will be the very last thing it gives you," she added with a grin. "So maybe it's best to have someone else look for you."

[dualites]

"Honestly, I can't say I really know what I'm looking for." In a single motion, he got up from the floor, leaning down briefly to brush off his knees. Whatever aftereffects Dodge's overdose had had on her passed him by completely, as evidenced by the utter lack of concern that graced his features.

"But if that's an offer, I may take you up on it."

[notfaking_it]

"I don't know if I can help if you don't know what you're looking for," Lily returned, but she was still smiling. All the bookshelf seemed to give her were magazines; without depth and filled with pictures of models and clothes she'd never wear here on the island. Leaning forward, she let her fingers ghost over a few of the books that were there, then pulled another gossip magazine.

"This is what it gives me most of the time," she said, holding it toward Thomas. "Apparently it thinks I'm shallow."

[dualites]

He took the magazine from her with a slight shrug, flipping through the first few pages in a fairly cursory manner. "I don't think it has a very high opinion of any of us," he noted, glancing back at the bookshelf. "That, or the luck of the draw has a way of tailoring itself to be the most unhelpful."

Offering the magazine back to her, he put on a slightly more pleasant expression. "Still. Beggars can't be choosers."

[notfaking_it]

Lily lifted an eyebrow and returned the magazine to its place on the shelf when Thomas handed it back. She didn't spend much of her time on the island reading, but what little time she was going to dedicate to the task wasn't going to be filled with glossy pictures of drunk celebrities.

"I know everyone talks that way and I've obviously even started myself, but do you really think this place has an opinion of us one way or the other?" she asked, genuinely curious. Most people seemed to think it did. She still wasn't sure. "That it's actually sentient?"

[dualites]

"I try not to think about it," he admitted. "At times, it'd seem like it, but it's a piece of land." Yes, people appeared here out of nowhere and from different universes, entirely, but that, somehow, seemed more acceptable than thinking that the island they were on was playing games with them.

"Yourself?"

[notfaking_it]

"I don't think about it much either," she said, although that was different than trying not to think about it. For the most part, it didn't concern her much, but every so often she realized she'd fallen into the same pattern of speech that was used by people who called the island their home.

"I can believe a lot of crazy things, but I'm not sure that's one of them," she settled on saying.

[dualites]

"I'm glad to hear it." Casting a glance about the rec room, he paused for a moment, lips pulling into a lopsided line.

"Where were you headed, by the way?" he asked, aware that the answer might well simply be the rec room. Conversation was the easiest way of zoning out the music that the jukebox continued to pipe at him, and, that said, Lily was one of the few people on the island that he actually gave a damn about, the rapport of having known her prior to the island (even if in just a cursory manner) a strong factor.

[notfaking_it]

"Nowhere," she answered honestly, her lips turning up into a grin. "There's not even the slightest semblance of a schedule in my life right now. I just know when I can and can't go into the studio and the rest of the time..."

She trailed off and shrugged, then gestured vaguely to the island as a whole. "I find things to do. They work. But I didn't have a particular destination."