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realityshifted2013-08-20 12:31 am
bonnypiperlad) wrote in realityshifted2013-08-20 12:31 am
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[There have been many times in Jamie's life where he's not understood what's going on, usually when there's a name or a word or an idea that's far past his time. Usually he figures out some way to get through, either by questions or by pretending he has a clue. It's worked well enough for him before.
Today, however, it's more difficult to do that, thanks to the very large blank in his memory. It would possibly be frustrating if he wasn't still somewhat disorientated by what had happened, but mostly right now he feels strange, in a bit of a daze that makes thinking difficult. In an effort to try and clear the fog around his head, he starts to wander the Plane with no clear destination in mind. Eventually, he finds himself over by the forest, with a strong urge to sit which he doesn't bother to try and fight, instead settling under a large tree and unwrapping a bundle that he's been carrying with him. In the bundle is a broken hunting knife, which he stares down at like he's expecting it to give him some answers. It doesn't really seem to be cooperating, though, and after a moment he sighs, shaking his head even as he continues to look at the object in his hand.]
Och, I wish I knew what was going on.
(OOC: Another post-death Whodunnit post for anyone interested in trying to figure out clues!)
Today, however, it's more difficult to do that, thanks to the very large blank in his memory. It would possibly be frustrating if he wasn't still somewhat disorientated by what had happened, but mostly right now he feels strange, in a bit of a daze that makes thinking difficult. In an effort to try and clear the fog around his head, he starts to wander the Plane with no clear destination in mind. Eventually, he finds himself over by the forest, with a strong urge to sit which he doesn't bother to try and fight, instead settling under a large tree and unwrapping a bundle that he's been carrying with him. In the bundle is a broken hunting knife, which he stares down at like he's expecting it to give him some answers. It doesn't really seem to be cooperating, though, and after a moment he sighs, shaking his head even as he continues to look at the object in his hand.]
Och, I wish I knew what was going on.
(OOC: Another post-death Whodunnit post for anyone interested in trying to figure out clues!)
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Aye. She's my wife. Well, technically, anyway. It's a wee bit complicated.
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Technically? How complicated are we talking?
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[let's talk about let terrible things, that sounds good.]
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[Less terrible things sound pretty good to him too, honestly.]
I might've though. Does the idea of sharing some in front of a priestess sound familiar to ye?
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I think so, now that you say it… But I don't think you told me all the details. Unless you'd rather talk about another adventure of yours?
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[Which is to say they were told 'go have a good time' and shooed off to the festivities.]
Now, this planet we were on just so happened to be a planet with a...ah, let's just say everyone liked to wear some very interesting outfits. And I couldn't help but notice how good some of the lassies there looked in some outfits, of course. Victoria must have noticed me noticing, and well, as near as I can tell, she got jealous.
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