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[blytheandbonnie]

Hello?  Is this like a phone?  Because I get phones, but--

[a pause.  A sweet, admittedly befuddled yet still somehow cheerful, voice; possibly belonging to a teenage girl, but who knows?]

There aren't phones in Rowan, right?  Rowan's not very techy.  No phones or palm pilots or even record players that I ever saw.  So is this an update on the

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[weedyshyguy]

[after hearing his name mentioned above...]

Why are you guys talking about me? I don't...think I know you...

If I should and I forgot, I'm sorry. I think I hit my head on my way here...

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[blytheandbonnie]

Is this Bret?

You are, right? The gay guy?

[IMMEDIATELY, this is followed by a hurried rush of words]

I don't mean that to be rude, of course, I shouldn't have said that, I believe the more polite term is homosexual but if I'd sayd are you the homosexual guy, that sounds very clinical and scientific and I hope you know I have no trouble with it, I think it's great, fantastic, really.

[she exhales]

[weedyshyguy]

[...................]

Um...

Well, I am Bret. But-- um, if you're thinking of a gay Bret-- uh. That's not me...

[awkward pause]

And I don't think people mind being called "gay" if they actually are gay. But maybe "homosexual" would be safer, yeah.

[blytheandbonnie]

No, you're definitely gay. You and that shaggy guy with the sleepy eyes. Gerald or Jermaine or something old guy-ish sounding. It's definitely you, you have the Australian accent and you sang funny songs at Cordy's tavern.

[weedyshyguy]

[......................................what]

I think-- I think I would know if I were gay. I think.

You-- you know Jemaine? Who's Cordy?

[blytheandbonnie]

I do! I know you and Jemaine. You two performed in Cordy's tavern, but I guess you don't remember any of that. That's too bad. You seemed nice.

[weedyshyguy]

I--

Well. Thanks. I guess.

[more awkward pausing]

I'm sorry that I can't remember any of that. As far as I know I was just...in New York before I woke up here....

[blytheandbonnie]

New York? I thought you were from the land down under.

STOP CALLING ME AUSTRALIAN DLKAJDS /BRET POUT

[weedyshyguy]

The land down under is Australia, actually. I'm from New Zealand. I was living in New York because me and Jemaine were trying to make it big and all that.

Do you...remember us making it big...ever?

[blytheandbonnie]

[a silence as Bonnie taps her finger against her lower lip, thinking]

Well, I guess you were celebrities in Rowan. You performed at the tavern a lot. Everyone in the city we lived in probably knew who you were.

sorry for taking so long. trying to get my sleep schedule back to normal is making me a bit sick

[weedyshyguy]

[okay, he's grinning a bit now. not that anyone can see it, but hey.]

That's kind of cool.

Maybe we should meet up and you can tell me more about it?

[blytheandbonnie]

Sure! I don't really know people yet, so that would be neat. Even though I know you. Kind of. Sorta. But yeah, let's do it!

[weedyshyguy]

Okay! [yeah he's pretty sure this is maybe a date maybe. Sorry, Bonnie.]

Where can I meet you?

[blytheandbonnie]

I'm not familiar with this caravan's layout yet, so you tell me. I'll get directions.

do you want to do a backlog or just say they never caught each other before the maze?

[weedyshyguy]

[...]

I don't know this place very well either. Um. How about we just meet on the first level somewhere? You...know what I look like, I imagine?

Not that I wouldn't mind knowing what you look like.

sorry about the delay--let's say that they didn't catch each other

[blytheandbonnie]

Sure! The first level it is.