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iamnotgod) wrote in saveourearth2018-12-19 11:37 am
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ROAD TRIP (Backdated Log)
Date: Nov. 17th
Characters: Walter Weekes and Russell Scordato
They had talked about visiting the Boundary in person before, but things had subsequently been sidetracked by both the bomb evacuation (and related volunteering) and Halloween.
Walter was in no mind to put this idea off forever, though - which is why he's currently half-on his bike outside of the flat and gesturing at the open door for Russell to hurry up.
Characters: Walter Weekes and Russell Scordato
They had talked about visiting the Boundary in person before, but things had subsequently been sidetracked by both the bomb evacuation (and related volunteering) and Halloween.
Walter was in no mind to put this idea off forever, though - which is why he's currently half-on his bike outside of the flat and gesturing at the open door for Russell to hurry up.
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Walter's grinning, now, but only grimly.
"The memories are as geographically-locked as the ability to gain these odd traits. Video can be taken out," he continues, once again gesturing with the phone.
"But that seems to be all. You can walk back over now, if you want to check. Or," he adds, "I can toss this over."
Though Russell would be unlikely to forgive him if he manages to break it.
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Geographically locked odd traits. Grey skin, floating people, and magical bones. Vivid, but none of it brings any memories to mind, and it certainly doesn't connect his thoughts to any of his aunts in particular. Russell hisses frustration, then gestures for a stop.
"No, don't toss the mobile! I'm... I'm coming over."
He steps forward like he expects there's a trick, like Walter took his phone to make him walk over - as though retrieving his scooter wouldn't have been enough. Once, twice, a couple more steps, and he's through.
It doesn't bowl him over quite so hard. Fewer alternate memories to recover, less relentlessly detailed memory. He goes from wondering what's going on and wanting his phone back, to wanting his phone back to see what it recorded, and doubletaking a glance back as he realizes he remembers.
"I... Oh my god."
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"Now you know how I felt," he comments, voice wry, as he hands the phone back to his friend.
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The phone's open to the camera app, paused on the recently saved video, and he stares at its unmoving image. Walter seems confident it was the same for both of them, but he has to talk his thoughts aloud for a moment.
"I... I was me, no question about it, but all of this nonsense was gone. And a lot more went with it, I can't imagine how I'll visit anyone and seem normal."
He runs a hand into his hair, never mind the styling gel.
"I'm going to need to write myself some cover stories, or something..."
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Coordinating cover stories would be essential, he could tell.
Walter aims a look at the horizon; funny how at this time of year and day, the rising sun was in the same direction as this edge of the Boundary.
"Are we still on for checking the river, or would it be better to not try and one-up ourselves today?"
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But he'll have to compare stories with them sometime, now.
"Oh, let's. We've already done this, no sense stopping the day so soon."
That, and whether they find something or not, the anticipation that they might will fill the day with other memories than this alarm. It won't help Walter reduce the memory, but it can help Russell.
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At Russell's agreement, Walter finally remounts his bike.
"I'll let you lead this time," he says - and a sly grin starts to show back up on his face at that.
"Promise I won't chase you!"
The humor helps to settle him, a little.