:: post seven :: something's missing ::

[child_proteus]

[ ooc :: Throne's handwriting is agitated and sharp, unlike his usual casual nondescript hand.  ]

Okay, folks, it's questionnaire time.  Should be simple enough, just two questions.

- When was the last time you saw me?
- And when's the last time we "talked"?

DammitIhatethisgoddamnplaceitgivesyousomethingonlytotakesomethingelseback.

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[twoninths]

I was going to say. It is odd that you all have suddenly started writing in your journals again, talking like you just left the ship, when it has almost a week. That's what I meant by time lapse.

For the record, I last saw you nine days ago, on the ship. I last talked to you three days after that. About piffle and the like.

[child_proteus]

Alright. So I've had myself a sit down and breather, and may have accidentally put my arm through the wall, but, I'm about to get the hell out of this room, so no skin off my back, right? Though apparently, it does mean skin off my knuckles.

Okay, so I'm really totally disoriented, but whatever. It's not so much that I lost a week, it's that I don't remember writing any of that stuff. Like, it sounds like me, it's my handwriting. Just.

I dunno.

I thought we were done losing stuff, Argent.

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....did you just write piffle?

[twoninths]

Through a whole wall? Goodness! I would ask if you are okay, but, well.

Throne. We need to talk. But not through the journals.

Not thi Yes. I did. And yes, it is too a perfectly sensible word.

[child_proteus]

Yeah, you know me. Right as rain.

Yeah. Okay. Um, you know Section 4? You can come and find me there, if you want.

Who on god's green earth uses the word piffle? God, and people think I speak weird.

[child_proteus]

Wait, what British guy? Argent?

See? This is what doesn't make sense -- I can't remember half of these things. All I know is that I was in that elevator, but how could have I have had enough time to even respond to half of these things. It was only an hour...

Dammit, this is making my brain hurt.

[unlostsoul]

We've never actually met, but I've seen you on the journals all this week. We last talked on, uh, the 26th. Epic rock ballads? Emo (again)? Not talking to 54-year-old truck drivers? Does that sound right?

I Are y Look, what's wrong? Can I help?

[child_proteus]

....dammit, it doesn't but I won't deny it sounds EPIC...

Well, apparently this place hasn't had enough of me yet. Seems like the minute I get something back from the past, it just turns around and takes something else. I've been sitting in an elevator for a week. But to me, it was only just a couple of hours. And all that stuff, I said to people. I don't remember it. At all. God, I sound so emo, don't I? But there's just so little we've got in the first place...I don't like thinking I can lose any more.

It's that Just I want this place to stop messing with me. Can you manage to swing that for me?

[unlostsoul]

Shit. Um. Shit. Tha I can I wish I could, man. I really, really wish I could.

But hey, hey, if there's one thing that seems to be true about this place, it's that nothing's ever gone for good. So we'll fight and get everything we lost back and then we'll teach this not to mess with us. I've, uh, got you back on this one, okay?

[ooc: Strike-outs stay legible for about twenty minutes and then are blacked out entirely.]

[child_proteus]

You and me both. You'd figure with all of the crazy stuff around here, there'd be at least one genie in a bottle.

Is that true? Really? Like, what about all of the people stuff we lost left behind? What about home? How we do get that stuff back? Wow. That actually. Means a lot, Want. Seriously. I, um. Appreciate it.

[ ooc :: strike outs last only a minute or two before being completely blacked out. ]

[felinemystique]

I saw you about a week and a half ago, after your spar with Trust. I spoke to you over the journal a few days after that.

Where are you now?

[child_proteus]

I'm. I'm home. In the temporary dorms. Though, apparently, not for long. I've got a new job so onward and upward -- so they say.

I just feel. Violated, like somebody poked around in my brain. I know, I know, I should just get used to it. Just, memories are precious, right? I don't want to lose anymore.

[distant_dragon]

What's the matter...?

You're the second person to express this particular sentiment. For what it's worth, beyond the banter on Bold's journal, I think the last time we 'spoke' was the 28th. The last time I saw you was on the boat, talking with Bastet.

[child_proteus]

What's the matter is that as far as I know, the day before yesterday was June 21st. Which, apparently according to the rest of the world is so totally not the case. And then there's all of this business with this stuff that I've clearly written but don't remember. At all.

I mean, did I actually write all of this stuff and are you really into bondage?

It's a friggin headtrip, Drake, and in the worst way possible. I'm totally sick of this place.

I don't want to forget any more than I have.

[distant_dragon]

Bold expressed a similar sentiment in his journal. This is fascinating, but in a disturbing way.

You did write it, unless there's someone here who can mimic both your unique turn of phrase and your hand writing and that's for me to know and you to find out.

It seems that the more we think we have this place figured out the more it wants to take from us and I'm not sure what I think about that yet.

[child_proteus]

Bold god, Bold, I've got to talk to him. Hey, do you know if he's okay?

I was hoping that maybe that was the case. That maybe it was just some kind of mistake, maybe somebody gallivanting around as me, but no. Doesn't account for the skip in time. Unless everybody around here is in on some huge practical joke. Which, in fact, fails to be funny. In fact, fails on all accounts.

Dude, I think I'm going to take you up on that tea. I need to just. Stop thinking for a while.