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He knew he couldn’t stay in his hut forever. As much as he wanted to not deal with things outside at the moment, it wasn’t really a good coping method.
Jim had set out to the Compound early on in the morning, fully intent on possibly finding other things to occupy his mind. Or someone to talk to. Or, well, something to do other than feeling sorry for himself. The Rec Room seemed as good a place as any to start searching for said activity.
He went down his list of options as he entered. Glaring at the jukebox was quickly crossed out as the thing decided to remain silent instead of playing a likely mocking song. Pool was boring without someone else to play with and he didn’t feel like making really bad music on the piano just yet. The bookcase was the final option so he walked to it, eyes scanning the titles it had for the day.
A strange object was in it. Jim carefully pulled out the glossy magazine, turning it over to look at the title.
“...Huh. TV Guide?”
He couldn't help but snort slightly. Maybe the island gave this for Billy’s cardboard TV. What TV was complete without one of them? Figuring this might be far more mindlessly entertaining than any other book on the shelf, he took the magazine and sat down, flipping it open.
The articles weren’t really as interesting as he hoped. As it turned out, it sort of made him miss home a little-he was missing a good amount of what looked to be halfway decent shows. Nearing the end of the articles, his page turning stopped short. Something had caught his eye, something very, very bizarre.
His face paled. Completely, utterly drained of color. There he was, in the magazine. With Pam. In the magazine. The little documentary he was in did not warrant him randomly being put in a major magazine. With a shaky breath, he looked down again, eyes focused now on the small blurb next to it. Apparently, there was a show called The Office that the article declared was an underappreciated show. Lo and behold, his name was in it-apparently he was played by a person called John Krasinski-and so was Pam’s and Michael’s and Dwight’s too. All of them had actor names attached to it. Actors. Which meant, well…
Looked like he wasn’t exempt from the whole ‘being fake’ thing everyone had to deal with. He was in a show with possibly the least creative title ever. Even worse, his show was apparently a remake of a British show. It meant he wasn't only not real, but apparently his character was based off of another not real character.
He was fully intent on closing the damn magazine and then possibly burning it when he noticed something else he entirely did not want to see on the same page. A few entries under his show was another one with a picture of an entirely familiar blonde girl surrounded by a handful of guys.
Veronica Mars. The show was even named after her? His eyes closed for a moment. He had just successfully managed to not only learn something he’d have to keep from Pam, but it seemed he now also had to bear the burden of knowing something Veronica could never find out about either. Out of respect, he didn't read the article that accompanied her show - it almost felt like prying.
Maybe it was a nightmare. He opened his eyes, looking down again, but it was still there. He wasn’t real. Pam wasn’t either, and neither were Veronica and likely that Logan guy she knew.
Suddenly he really, really wished he had just remained moping in his hut.
[ooc: Closed to Veronica]
Jim had set out to the Compound early on in the morning, fully intent on possibly finding other things to occupy his mind. Or someone to talk to. Or, well, something to do other than feeling sorry for himself. The Rec Room seemed as good a place as any to start searching for said activity.
He went down his list of options as he entered. Glaring at the jukebox was quickly crossed out as the thing decided to remain silent instead of playing a likely mocking song. Pool was boring without someone else to play with and he didn’t feel like making really bad music on the piano just yet. The bookcase was the final option so he walked to it, eyes scanning the titles it had for the day.
A strange object was in it. Jim carefully pulled out the glossy magazine, turning it over to look at the title.
“...Huh. TV Guide?”
He couldn't help but snort slightly. Maybe the island gave this for Billy’s cardboard TV. What TV was complete without one of them? Figuring this might be far more mindlessly entertaining than any other book on the shelf, he took the magazine and sat down, flipping it open.
The articles weren’t really as interesting as he hoped. As it turned out, it sort of made him miss home a little-he was missing a good amount of what looked to be halfway decent shows. Nearing the end of the articles, his page turning stopped short. Something had caught his eye, something very, very bizarre.
His face paled. Completely, utterly drained of color. There he was, in the magazine. With Pam. In the magazine. The little documentary he was in did not warrant him randomly being put in a major magazine. With a shaky breath, he looked down again, eyes focused now on the small blurb next to it. Apparently, there was a show called The Office that the article declared was an underappreciated show. Lo and behold, his name was in it-apparently he was played by a person called John Krasinski-and so was Pam’s and Michael’s and Dwight’s too. All of them had actor names attached to it. Actors. Which meant, well…
Looked like he wasn’t exempt from the whole ‘being fake’ thing everyone had to deal with. He was in a show with possibly the least creative title ever. Even worse, his show was apparently a remake of a British show. It meant he wasn't only not real, but apparently his character was based off of another not real character.
He was fully intent on closing the damn magazine and then possibly burning it when he noticed something else he entirely did not want to see on the same page. A few entries under his show was another one with a picture of an entirely familiar blonde girl surrounded by a handful of guys.
Veronica Mars. The show was even named after her? His eyes closed for a moment. He had just successfully managed to not only learn something he’d have to keep from Pam, but it seemed he now also had to bear the burden of knowing something Veronica could never find out about either. Out of respect, he didn't read the article that accompanied her show - it almost felt like prying.
Maybe it was a nightmare. He opened his eyes, looking down again, but it was still there. He wasn’t real. Pam wasn’t either, and neither were Veronica and likely that Logan guy she knew.
Suddenly he really, really wished he had just remained moping in his hut.
[ooc: Closed to Veronica]