[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?

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Private video;

[spoileralert]

[ She turns on the camera to show him Dumpy, a shoelace looped and tied around his various mechanisms, rope leash dangling in the direction of the camera, still screaming. ]

Yeah, that ship kinda sailed when you dropped the ball on blabbing to Angel. He tried to escape and slammed into the wall.

Private video;

[headjacked]

-- Buddy! Shh!

[ And just that easy, Dumpy is quiet, settling happily in Steph's lap with a content smeep.

God, Jack is so sick of smeeps. He groans, having (very temporarily) lost the Shriek Advantage. ]

'He won't stay quiet forever, kiddo.'

Long enough, old... -o. ...that sounded better in my head.

[ face. in. yaoi hand. ]

Private video;

[spoileralert]

[ She throws her other hand towel at Jack. ]

"Grandpa". The word you want is "grandpa".