Personal Log: Planetary Date: 09.21.2010

[shut_up_wesley]

 I remember cake, and...stars. And a storm. There was a storm, I think, but I could still see stars.

Some of the memories don't make sense, still, but they're there. I woke up this morning and it was like someone had spent all night painting a blank canvas. Little things like I now know why I don't have as much soda as I did--I'd remember drinking

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[vinewood_wand]

Do you mean Jim? ...we've met, actually. He's very nice, even if he did tackle me. Did you know him before? It's nice of you to let him use your house like that.

I would love to see it! When would be a good time to stop by?

[shut_up_wesley]

You...met already? Um, actually no, we never met personally in my time..he's sort of a legend. One of the best Starfleet captains ever. He's from a different timeline that mine though, although, they could be linked, there's no way to tell.

How about after class? It would have to be a short visit-- don't want you out after sundown I have homework.

[vinewood_wand]

Huh. A Starfleet captain? Well, I suppose he did mention his crew... That makes more sense.

I can come by after class, sure! It might be sooner rather than later because it's my turn to go for groceries.

[shut_up_wesley]

Not just a Starfleet Captain Hermione...in my timeline, I grew up with mom and dad telling me stories about him and his crew. They were all legends in their own right. I've even written dissertation on his chief engineer's work on warp engines and warp theory.

That's fine, I just want to make sure you like it before I finish it and have to take it completely apart.

[ridokulous]

Yeah, I found a freaking...like...plethora of little truffles over here.

I started to look for what I'd used to make them, thinking that if I mimicked the process I'd remember something, and when I did I just felt this...warmth. But it was almost like a radiating warmth that came from the inside out, instead of a permeating one that came from the environment. I don't...really know what that means, but I have a feeling that it had something to do with you?

[When he reads about the stars, though, he blushes. A few nights before, when he actually spent the night alone in his room, he looked up to find stars painted on the ceiling in glowing paint, followed by that same warm feeling. This one, however, was accompanied by a distinct memory of Wesley's voice, but he couldn't recall what was said. Although, now that he mentioned it, he did remember a storm. That threatened to trigger another memory, but it never fully formed.]

A-Ah...I think I might know something about those stars...

[shut_up_wesley]

I...think I know what you mean. It was almost sad, in a way, though, and I can't explain why. Looking back on the journal entries I think the cake was for my birthday or something.

And my nose feels funny when I really think about it. Almost wet. Could that have something to do with the storm?

Really? Did you find something?

[ridokulous]

I get a little of that sadness, too, but I think it's more for the fact that I can't remember as opposed to being linked to the memories themselves.

For your birthday? But it had passed by then, hadn't it?

...oh, wait, yeah. I remember why that was. I was gone for your birthday and I felt really bad about it. Plus, all the time you spent with me at the hospital -- I thought you deserved something.

When you say that, about your nose, I really want to just burst out laughing, so I think it was less to do with the storm and more something stupid that we were doing, but for the life of me I can't remember what. I think I vaguely remember telling you to trust me because I'm a doctor, but I think I say that a lot when you aren't listening to me, don't I? XD

Yeah, I did. I'll show you when you come back home.

Er, back to my house.

[shut_up_wesley]

My birthday! That's right...I'd never celebrated without mom or someone from home and I...well, of all the things to forget and then remember, I'm glad it was that.

I want to laugh to but--Cochrane, it just came back to me. We had a small, I wouldn't call it a food fight, maybe a skirmish in the kitchen. It was truffle mouse, on my nose, but...there was something more, I don't quite remember. It's there and it's not. And, yeah, you do say that a lot, but usually I'm not listening or protesting for a good reason....usually.

What's the saying? My home is your home? Maybe here it's the other way around.

I'll be home soon.

[bloodarthsis]

Either you're trying to recall a dream or you have amnesia.

Either way, I find it amusing.

[ridokulous]

How astute you are, Alucard.

More or less the entire town is recovering from a simultaneous bout of amnesia with varying lapses of time. Perhaps if you spent less time thinking up these clever retorts and reading back in the town's forums to better educate yourself on your current surroundings, you would know that.

Ah, but that would entail you actually putting forth an effort that wasn't directed at stating the obvious in that infuriating little way of yours.

My mistake. Do carry on ♥

[bloodarthsis]

My, my, my. And Canada of all places.

Now why should I stop? After all you enjoy it.

[ridokulous]

It's a strange town, to say the least.

What on Earth ever gave you that ridiculous idea?