[network] Day 252; @dickcheese, text

[headjacked]

[ How the hell did he let a day go by? ...well. Disorientation, panic, freaky shadows literally shadowing him -- there are excuses. They're just pretty crummy.

Time to face the world. ]

If you're an obit-stalker, you probably know this already, but I'm alive, okay, and unlike SOME PEOPLE, actually kept my memories.

Except I have no freaking clue where I am. Like, I KNOW I'm in the fire station, but I have NO IDEA where that is. It's like my mental map of this place has been completely scrambled. Kind of not great if I want to avoid getting locked out again.

[ This applies to indoors as well, but the general populace doesn't need to know he's getting lost in the buildings themselves. ]

Is anyone nearby? I'm gonna need a guide until this wears off.

And does anybody know where Dumpy is? If he's okay?

Comments

private, lobotomy talk

[headjacked]

Maybe you're right. After all I did get a hunk of my brain ripped out, courtesy of the Jackogram! Guess I never fully recovered, huh?

private

[phaseshifter]

A *hologram* ripped part of your brain out.
A hologram of my dad.

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[headjacked]

He had help.

private

[phaseshifter]

From who? Was it me? Why did he even want to do it in the first place when we're supposed to be FRIENDS??

private

[headjacked]

No, a doctor. You were horrified, as that is the normal reaction to someone lonotomizing your friend and stealing his body. And then he



Never mind. I'm just gonna wait for you to be you again.

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[phaseshifter]

I *am* me!! I can't change that much in

however long I'm missing! Geez.

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[headjacked]

Long enough, obviously.

Call me when you're done being a Mega Brat.




Or if you're in trouble, okay?

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[phaseshifter]

Yeah. Okay. Sure. You're the first person I'll run to.

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