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WHAT IN PERSON I GUESS
WHERE The Park
WHEN THIS IS DAY 10 BECAUSE I SAY SO BUT TIME IS IRRELEVANT SO DO WHATEVER YOU WANT

[ The sun is shining and the birds are chirping and you can tell that summer is coming! In fact it's the perfect temperature for a picnic. Who doesn't love picnics? The citizens of Quiet Mounds have in fact also had similar ideas.

You may find yourself drawn to the park. Which is decked out for a picnic even. There's a buffet of food -- hot dogs, chips, so forth and so on. And then a series of blankets strewn about for you to take your food to. Plastic SOLO cups, 2-liters of off-brand sodas and some really really really bad lite beer if people are into that.

Maybe you just enjoy yourself, sounds fun, right? Maybe you discover that you like vegetarian hot dogs! Maybe you like real sausage. Maybe you sit down on a blanket with someone else and find that you are physically incapable of leaving -- well, until a secret is shared.

If you need a hint about how to leave your blanket, there may be an 'instruction guide to making friends' pamphlet tucked inside the folds of soft, perfect to sit on, picnic blanket. But if you just like floundering. . . well, flounder away. ]

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I don't know. Is there anything we should talk about?

[getting comfortable, eyes closed]

I don't know. I can give you my two theories on what happened to our time and memories, or we could skip that part and talk more practical things.

Yeahhh, talk theory to me, baby.

Right okay I know how you like it.

So, the most obvious option is that our world hopping order was home, Court, home, here, right? That's the chronological one. And we just forgot Court until we came here.

But I got my little robot pants buddy with me here. And I definitely didn't at home or I would have noticed that and been like, "Whoa I am hella not complaining but where'd THIS come from", right.

So, Option 1, we actually went home, Court, here, and actually Court suppressed certain memories that happened before we got there, and they were returned to us when we got here. Bringing the question of why or how.

Option 2, it's like when people go to their own home from our world, they forget what happened and I think they don't get to take things with them usually? Even body things like crow eyes? Am I wrong, maybe I'm misremembering? But I think so. So if that's the case, it actually means that the memories from a world that isn't "yours" vanish when going to "your" world specifically, but not other worlds, and figuring that out might help give us some insight in helping folks remember us someday.

[drinks some cheap beer]

It feels kind of humbling, in a way. To know that no matter how powerful or knowledgable you are about how "your" world works, it can all just be thrown to the wind in an instant.

But maybe also exciting, a little? Like if something's immutable, that's it, there's nothing. But if everyone's understanding is flawed, doesn't that mean something?

Sounds super stressful.

I mean, I think it's interesting.

An interesting life is a curse.

What would I even be like now if I'd tried to live a boring life?

Way less well-fucked, for one thing.

Right, we both would be!

I don't know about that.

Rude. I have faith.

Hah.

. . . you know you've changed me.

I know knowing each other has changed us.

So let's not entertain too many thoughts like that.

Let's not. So you think I should get a job or be your kept boy?

Whatever you wanna do. You could study, right?

I was also thinking of talking to Kevin about setting up multi-denominational services at the church but then I was told there's something lovecraftian about the basement so I need to talk to Kevin about that instead.

I don't know. Things seem so less urgent here that I kind of want to wear boxers and play video games so that's weird.

[leaning over to kiss him lightly]

I mean, do that if you want to. There's no harm in it.

. . . and yeah, I mean, as long as you have Kevin checking things out, you should be fine.

I don't know if he'll want to conduct services and I'm not qualified to do so, but... we'll see, I guess. If nothing else we probably want to find out what's up with that and make sure not to send people there.

[kisses him again]

[yeah, a little distracted by making out with him, fingers in his hair]

[yeah ok just straight up making out then]