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027 ± [voice] [location: the northern island] like everything was evidence of broken time

...okay, what in the Nome King's kitchen was all of that about?

[ Good morning, Taxon, and welcome back to (relative) normal. Glitch sounds more annoyed than freaked out, but there is a level of freakage there nonetheless. ]

ooc: Yep, the month-ish of various horrors is behind us. Open for domestic shenanigans with DG and Cain, and voice/visual/what-have-you tiems with everyone else :D

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Mid-century kitsch.

[Beat.]

You looked like Floop. [This is said with no small amount of childish disgust.]

[ Yes, you can almost hear this face. ]

But I was me, with my brain and...only it was all Othersidey and weird. That's just unfair.

[ Glitch you've been here long enough to know that the hamsters care not for "fairness", sit down. ]

There were unfortunate choices.

[Stylistically speaking. It's what lead to the Flooping.]

I cut your class.

[It's safe to say that now, because now there is no trouble. Awesome.]

There definitely were.

[Morally as well. Honestly, he'd been smoking! That was...all right, perhaps it had happened once upon a time but still, ew.]

...well, it's not like it was real school. Don't fret about it, I I doubt you'd have learned anything anyway.

[Neither did he, unless there's some vestigial nuclear physics rattling around in his noggin.]

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It was historically significant.

[That will likely be unnecessary. Smoking's bad, mmkay?]

True. And as far as immersive cultural experiences go it'd be difficult to top. [A wild pause appears.] Are you okay?

Are you?

[She isn't really okay, but she's not going to readily volunteer that information.]

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...I'm not really sure who the Nome King is, but that would be Hollywood's idea of what the fifties were like in America.

[Fortunately Glitch has hung around Othersiders enough to understand the concept of 'Hollywood'.]

Huh. So it wasn't an accurate representation, then?

Not really. There's a habit in the movies of getting rid of the gross parts of history so they can-- sorry. That was probably more than you wanted to know.

It's all right, kinda reassuring to know it's universal. They...try to erase things where I'm from too.

[Goodness what is this dire conversation. Lighter topics, go!]

Did you skip my classes too?

Beats me.

...

...

Is this the sort of thing I can expect from this place?

Cain!

[Obligatory jubilant statement of the obvious / greeting is obligatory.]

And, uh, yeah, that was...a bit more elaborate and a lot less dangerous than usual but that's the sort of thing that happens. Where are you now?

[He manages not to heave a great big sigh, but it's a close call.]

Central. Trying not to feel a stranger in my new home.

[Yes he found himself a place to live. It is not a shabby ruin of a cottage, nor is it a fifties' styled house with an explosive basement.]

I feel like a squatter.

[...oh for the love of Glinda, Cain.]

So...come back here? There are unfancy rooms, you know, DG stayed in the servant's quarters the first few months.

[For a moment, it almost feels like he needs the familiarity of it, despite how alien he felt when he last spent time at the Northern Island]

How about I come over for coffee every now and then?

[Oh look! A compromise!]

Great! DG's on her way now too, so I'll put some coffee on and hatch some muffins and we'll catch up, okay?

[Clearly Glitch prefers "now" over "then."]

[He might've known. He should have known, with Glitch it's never about anything other than now. The future's out there and it'll get here soon enough, and the past is in the past, and he's forgotten so much of it... What else is left but the here and now when you're likely to forget you ever made plans for next week?]

...fine.

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I don't know.

It was ... kind of fun.

[As long as she ignored the part about working in the Hilltop cafe, anyway.]

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...parts of it were, yeah, b-but I'm happy to be me again.

[Nope, no moping about having his brain back only for it to be yanked away AGAIN, there was not going to be any of that.]

Where are you, doll?

You're more fun when you're you.

On the tram. I'm heading back to the Northern Island.

[Really, is there any arguing with that?]

Fantastic, I'll meet you in the main hall.

A few minutes later, DG - who had seized the first opportunity to swap the skirts and blouses of the glitch for jeans and a t shirt - stepped into the Northern Island.

There really was no place like home.

The glitch - she still maintained that they needed a more appropriate name for them - had been relatively harmless by Taxon's standards, but there was a lot to be said for having your memories intact.

"Glitch?"

"Here!" he called and strode through the columns towards her, a smile plastered on his face. It felt like it had been an age since he'd seen her with proper memories, and with the proper psyches in their proper bodies.

Giant schmoopy reunion hug? So very happening.

Without a doubt. As soon as she spotted Glitch, DG ran forward and threw her arms around his neck. For the first time in a long time, they were themselves again. They were going to be able to spend time together as themselves.

She'd missed that familiar smile. She didn't want to let go.