Groovy Tunes, Wednesday

[nobloodymessiah]

Eleanor was starting to worry. Her memories were shifting; either that, or everyone else's were. Neither was a terribly good sign. One might mean that her ADAM was leaking -- the other, that everyone on this island was slowing going mad

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[furnaceface]

Today wasn't a bad day at all to make his way down to check up on Eleanor, Jono figured. She'd seemed a bit out of sorts yesterday after seeing him, and a conversation with Kenzi just reaffirmed what he'd suspected- that people were expecting to see him in a very different state of being than he was in. Not that he had any memory of a good many things that Dracula had said he'd done (or looked like! Blue?), but when so many people seemed to agree that something was amiss, he had to face reason down and come to the logical conclusion.

Either his memories were wrong, everyone else's memories were wrong, or perhaps everybody was remembering things quite correctly, and somebody or other had been misplaced entirely.

The residents of the island were no strangers to alternate realities by now, after all, and Jonothon was no exception. He remembered being trapped in Umbridge's dungeon, after all. And being sucked away into Silent Hill. And those were simply his experiences while living on Fandom. He would have been frowning thoughtfully as

[nobloodymessiah]

"Not very well," Eleanor admitted. "I'm fidgety. Something's ... off, lately. Either with me, or with everyone around me, and I can't for the life of me say which."

Of course, this was followed up with the obligatory, "Is that your kitten?"

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//She is,// Jono replied, stooping down to pick up Joni, and then carrying her over to the counter. //Joni, say hello.//

Joni's idea of 'hello' mostly involved loud purring. She was always happy when her daddy carried her, no matter what weird shape he was this week or that.

//And you're not the only one who's been wondering,// he added, grudgingly heading back to the other topic. //Apparently I'm the only one around here who thinks this is how I've been for far longer than a week, and on an island like this, it's difficult to tell if that's because I've lost my mind, or everybody else has.//

[nobloodymessiah]

Eleanor reached her hands out tentatively -- she'd never had a pet before, not that they were all that common in Rapture to begin with, and she wasn't sure exactly how to pet a kitten. Joni seemed perfectly able to pick up the slack in that department, head-butting Eleanor's fingers with an insistent nudge.

"I suppose I'll follow your lead, then," Eleanor laughed, mimicking the gesture. Joni was so soft. It was all she could do not to scoop her up and nuzzle her.

Oh. Right. Important, not-cat discussions. She cleared her throat (but continued petting Joni, lest she feel slighted).

"I ... remember you differently, too," she said, hesitantly. "But my memories can't be trusted. I don't remember Joker's pyjak, though he swears we've been introuced, and I do remember Celia telling me her mother passed away when she was young. The mother she apparently lives with, in New York."