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WHO: Jim and OPEN (Encounter him/them wherever)
WHAT: Jim wakes up. Jim wakes up.
WHEN: Day 42
WHERE: Boarding house
Jim was almost getting used to being woken up by the television that was only there when West or one of his cocktail waitresses wanted a word. He grumbled at the television, but he was awake now. He was used to getting up early, readying for duty. But there was no duty, now. Nothing to do. He rolled over in bed.
And came face to face with... himself.
The other face expressed the surprise he felt, eyes wide, mouth opening, and both shot up simultaneously.
"Are you evil?" they each demanded of the other. Both shook their heads. "Are you an android?" Mirroring frowns and crossed arms over... hmm. Well, rather nicely muscled chests.
Cool it, Jim, this is never good and you know it.
He got up, and the other did too, watching him warily. He pulled on his pants.
"Why do you get the good pants?" the other demanded.
"Because I was here first," he said.
"Uh, no. I was."
"Fine. You can get the best shirt." There was always the chance they didn't have the same favorite shirt. But it was a long shot, as Jim learned. Dammit. "And then we're going to figure this out. See if anyone else is having... problems."
The other one leered at him. "Is it a problem?" Jim embarrassed himself by smirking right back before opening the door, and heading out.
WHAT: Jim wakes up. Jim wakes up.
WHEN: Day 42
WHERE: Boarding house
Jim was almost getting used to being woken up by the television that was only there when West or one of his cocktail waitresses wanted a word. He grumbled at the television, but he was awake now. He was used to getting up early, readying for duty. But there was no duty, now. Nothing to do. He rolled over in bed.
And came face to face with... himself.
The other face expressed the surprise he felt, eyes wide, mouth opening, and both shot up simultaneously.
"Are you evil?" they each demanded of the other. Both shook their heads. "Are you an android?" Mirroring frowns and crossed arms over... hmm. Well, rather nicely muscled chests.
Cool it, Jim, this is never good and you know it.
He got up, and the other did too, watching him warily. He pulled on his pants.
"Why do you get the good pants?" the other demanded.
"Because I was here first," he said.
"Uh, no. I was."
"Fine. You can get the best shirt." There was always the chance they didn't have the same favorite shirt. But it was a long shot, as Jim learned. Dammit. "And then we're going to figure this out. See if anyone else is having... problems."
The other one leered at him. "Is it a problem?" Jim embarrassed himself by smirking right back before opening the door, and heading out.