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[paintitgray]

[ooc: Backdated to Friday, May 6th - RL got crazy.]

This is so strange.

[Pause.]

They're saying I've been living here for more than a year. I wouldn't believe it if it wasn't for all the portraits.

I don't remember where I used to live, anyway.

[Another pause. Pentaps.]

Is this showing up?

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[inthecenterfold]

[Everyone else he could deal with not remembering. It sucked, but he just... let them go on and be new people and he didn't want to bother them. He'd had to do it plenty of times before; he could do it again.

Her though? Ugh, why did it have to be her. He finishes head-desking, then finally replies.]

It's out on melee island by the stables.

[paintitgray]

What?

[She pauses, staring at the letters forming on the page. It really is bizarre, the way these journals work.]

The house? ["My" doesn't seem like the right word.] I know. Somebody brought me here. It's eerie...I know my own work, but I don't know the faces...

[inthecenterfold]

[Yeah he's not giving you his name, sorry ;; ]

Names are on all of the backs, if you want to know who they are.

[paintitgray]

I saw, but they [Pause. It hurts a little to write this. Something buried levels deep tells her that it isn't right, to forget people you've known.] don't mean anything. The names.

[She taps her pen for a moment, looking over what he's written.]

How did I know you?