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[diverged_fate]

This is what I'm supposed to believe. We're all torn out of our worlds and brought to this cruise ship. Where people don't stay dead, turn into children for no reason, and randomly lose memory of ever being here.

Bullshit. I'm not about to trust this 'Alice in Wonderland' fuck up.

[But, curiosity killed the cat and he'll bite.] ... Supposedly I'

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[meinxxherz]

[Herz doesn't know if he's relieved or worried to hear Keats has forgotten. He sounds younger...but it's the weekend.

What if his boyfriend is just gone for good? What if this is his permanent replacement?

Herz pushes those thoughts away. On the bright side, if this is his Keats, he doesn't have worry about his reaction to older-and-far-less-attractive-at-least-in-his-opinion Herz.]

I know a guy by, uh, by that name.

I'm Herz. I've--I've been in your situation before. Having the same person show up more than once can be common.

[diverged_fate]

[Oh? You've got his complete attention... So there might be something to this after all. Or it could be a trick.]

Do you? ... So if you know him-- what's he like?

[This isn't any more or less believable than the other craziness aboard this ship. He still wants to reject it out of hand.]

[meinwwherz]

He's...curious. We're all from different times, so He liked asking me about...little trivial things about how the world used to work. Holidays was the last one.

He enjoyed reading. Smoking.

[Keeping secrets.]

[diverged_fate]

That... [Isn't exactly off, but not what he expected to hear either. Smoking. Reading. Trivial things... why would he share those with this man?]

Are you trying to tell me you were...friendly with him? Friends?

[Now, why would he be foolish enough to do that.]

[pureallnatural]

[Someone sounds angry. In fact, enough of an angry tone even gets a German girl concerned- especially when she recognizes it. Searching through his vocabulary like a filing cabinet, she doesn't understand much, to any of it.

But Gertie is concerned. So she'll go roaming around, too, until she finds some angry kid that almost sounds and looks like what she's pictured. That's the least she could do for Keats' being nice.]

[diverged_fate]

[Keats is prowling the halls, taking in and memorizing the layout of the place. He's found a number of impossible things-- snow, fire, obviously generated by some kind of power. But why did these people even need power? They had working technology--supposedly.

He becomes just lost enough in his own thoughts to round a corner without paying attention. Then pauses to look over an unfamiliar figure. A young girl. She seems... focused. Is she looking for him? Or someone else? He tries English first, out of habit of course.]

Are you trying to find something? Or did you just appear here?

[pureallnatural]

[This 'young girl' ain't so young anymore. She's taller, older, legal in most cases, but with the same mentality as that younger girl before hand. Gertie instantly recognizes his voice, and seeing his face it all added up. A smile blossoms until she remembers she can't talk to him clearly. At least no in English. Words, words,..Why was he so upset in the first place?]

Hurt? [Gertie will gesture out to her arms, as if asking if he was hurt anywhere. She'll even point at him, too.]

[diverged_fate]

[There's something strange about this young woman. She's staring at him--smiling--like she knows him. He's instantly wary. Could someone with his name, his face, have really been on this ship before. Spoken with these people?

...elicited a smile like that?]

Hurt...? [He's a little startled, but he gets her meaning.] I'm not injured. Why do you ask?