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Tuesday mid-morning, March 21 - Parking lot
by Thomas Chandler (thomaschandler)
at March 21st, 2006 (01:50 am)

Thomas sits in his truck, hands resting on the wheel. The engine is idling. He has the vaguest reollection of, just a few moments ago, his hand pushing the column shift into Park. Slowly, as if gathering his bearings, he looks left and then right through the cab windows.

**Oh. I'm back at school. All right, then.**

He sits there, absorbing this fact, for quite some time. Finally, Thomas turns off the engine, opens the door and slides out from behind the wheel.

**Ok, I left... Friday. Something about a party. And today is... today is.... You know, that's a very good question.**

There's obviously something different about him at the moment. He's totally clean shaven and it looks as if his hair has been trimmed as well. At the same time, his clothes are somewhat wrinkled and askew; his sneakers are on the wrong feet. His patchwork coat is nowhere to be seen. Thomas stands there in button down shirt and jeans, not quite aware of how cold it is. His bookish features are paler than normal, and there are bags underneath his eyes.

**I should ask someone what today is. That could be very important. Or not.** He considers asking one of the nearby maple saplings that surround the parking lot. **Nope. No good asking them.**

In a rather distracted manner, eyes unfocused and head bouncing loosely, Thomas looks about the area. **What... what was I doing again?**

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Posted by: janko_malaprop (janko_malaprop)
Posted at: March 21st, 2006 07:21 pm (UTC)

Collin is in the parking lot, peering under the hood of his car and wiping his hands with an oily rag. He is wearing an old, mottled grey, mock turtleneck which does not show the stains unless you are looking carefully, and a pair of faded blue jeans that are a little threadbare at the knees.

Posted by: Thomas Chandler (thomaschandler)
Posted at: March 22nd, 2006 06:23 am (UTC)

((OOC: See below))

Posted by: Morag Dearg (morag_dearg)
Posted at: March 21st, 2006 11:02 pm (UTC)

Cutting across the parking lot on her way to the Intro Psych class she shares with Thomas, Maggie catches sight of Thomas in the truck. "Hey, Thomas, you coming to class?"

And then, as she notices his disorientation and dishevelled appearance: "Thomas? Are you OK?"

She heads over towards the truck to check on him, trying to shrug off a sick feeling of familiarity and apprehension.

** Stop it. This is probably nothing. Those posters are probably just some fuckwit's idea of political activism, and Thomas probably just has the flu or a hangover or something. There doesn't have to be any connection between them. It's not going to be like what happened to Tina.

PLEASE don't let it be like what happened to Tina... **

Posted by: Thomas Chandler (thomaschandler)
Posted at: March 22nd, 2006 06:29 am (UTC)

It seems to take Thomas a few moments to actuallly focus on not only who is talking to him, but where that person is.

"Oh! Hey. Maggie. How's it going?" Pause. "What's today?"

He looks about the parking lot. "Boy, it's cold. Is that Collin? Hi, Collin!"

Thomas's voice seems a little thinner than usual, more distracted. Which given his usual mild nature is quite a difference. Turning back to Maggie, his eyes somewhat glazed and tired, he asks, "Did I... miss anything?"

Posted by: Morag Dearg (morag_dearg)
Posted at: March 22nd, 2006 08:49 am (UTC)

"It's Tuesday," Maggie says, somewhat carefully. "The 21st. Of March, that is. About 10 minutes before Intro Psych."

Looking over his condition as she approaches, she looks even more worried. "Are you OK? You seem kind of... out of it. And where's your coat?"

(( OOC: to the GM - would I have a chance of telling if he'd been ravaged or otherwise magically messed with? Maybe with a perception + kenning roll? ))

Posted by: Thomas Chandler (thomaschandler)
Posted at: March 22nd, 2006 05:29 pm (UTC)

"Yeah, I'm... Tuesday?" **I remember leaving Friday...** "Tuesday?"

Thomas rubs at his face. "I think... I think I'd better go lie down."

Posted by: janko_malaprop (janko_malaprop)
Posted at: March 22nd, 2006 11:37 pm (UTC)

Collin looks up when he hears his name. Seeing Thomas looking weary and out of sorts with a redcap right beside him, he walks over. As he walks, he twists the oily rag between his hands as if he was wringing it out. Nodding at the unknown redcap, he looks the obviously emotionally worn-out Thomas up and down. "Problem?"

Posted by: Morag Dearg (morag_dearg)
Posted at: March 23rd, 2006 02:47 am (UTC)

"What day was it last you checked?" asks Morag, worry growing in her voice. "Look, you are definitely not OK! I don't know what the hell happened to you, but you're in no shape to go to class. Let's get you inside somewhere warm before you freeze out here, and then maybe you can tell me what you remember. You're in Willow, right?"

Glancing up at Janko's approach and question, she answers "Something weird's happened here, but I don't know what yet. Want to help me get him inside?"

Posted by: janko_malaprop (janko_malaprop)
Posted at: March 23rd, 2006 06:22 pm (UTC)

Posted by: Morag Dearg (morag_dearg)
Posted at: March 23rd, 2006 11:09 pm (UTC)

Posted by: janko_malaprop (janko_malaprop)
Posted at: March 24th, 2006 12:09 am (UTC)

Posted by: Thomas Chandler (thomaschandler)
Posted at: March 24th, 2006 06:44 am (UTC)

Posted by: Morag Dearg (morag_dearg)
Posted at: March 24th, 2006 10:00 pm (UTC)

Posted by: janko_malaprop (janko_malaprop)
Posted at: March 25th, 2006 12:00 am (UTC)

Posted by: Thomas Chandler (thomaschandler)
Posted at: March 25th, 2006 12:42 pm (UTC)

Posted by: Morag Dearg (morag_dearg)
Posted at: March 25th, 2006 07:48 pm (UTC)

Posted by: Thomas Chandler (thomaschandler)
Posted at: March 25th, 2006 09:59 pm (UTC)

Posted by: janko_malaprop (janko_malaprop)
Posted at: March 26th, 2006 02:02 am (UTC)

Posted by: Morag Dearg (morag_dearg)
Posted at: March 26th, 2006 04:44 am (UTC)

Posted by: Thomas Chandler (thomaschandler)
Posted at: March 26th, 2006 12:14 pm (UTC)

Posted by: carver_garm (carver_garm)
Posted at: March 26th, 2006 03:04 pm (UTC)

Posted by: janko_malaprop (janko_malaprop)
Posted at: March 26th, 2006 08:10 pm (UTC)

Posted by: Morag Dearg (morag_dearg)
Posted at: March 27th, 2006 12:24 am (UTC)

Posted by: carver_garm (carver_garm)
Posted at: March 27th, 2006 02:16 am (UTC)

Posted by: janko_malaprop (janko_malaprop)
Posted at: March 27th, 2006 05:29 am (UTC)

Posted by: Morag Dearg (morag_dearg)
Posted at: March 27th, 2006 08:29 am (UTC)

Posted by: carver_garm (carver_garm)
Posted at: March 27th, 2006 04:23 pm (UTC)

Posted by: janko_malaprop (janko_malaprop)
Posted at: March 28th, 2006 05:20 am (UTC)

Posted by: Morag Dearg (morag_dearg)
Posted at: March 30th, 2006 07:26 pm (UTC)

Posted by: Morag Dearg (morag_dearg)
Posted at: March 30th, 2006 07:36 pm (UTC)

Fortunately, the coffee shop is still pretty much empty for now, so the three can find a table inside without risk of being overheard. If it starts to fill up, though, they may need to move out to the patio eventually. Once they're seated, Morag briefly recaps what Thomas said about what happened to him, since Garm wasn't there for it and Janko may have missed the very beginning.

"So I'm guessing we can all agree that this probably wasn't just a case of someone doping his drink..."

Posted by: carver_garm (carver_garm)
Posted at: March 31st, 2006 05:57 pm (UTC)

Garm looks thoughtful for a minute. "Seems to be two questions. How did he get home? That boy looked in no state to drive without at least getting pulled over and if something brought him back it might still be here. Followed by what kind of fucking assholes have they got out there Ridgeway? If someone gives you a ride then you give them some gas money or a STD not magic the stupid fucker and do shit that went out of style with flintlocks."

**Hold it didn't Thomas say his Grandma was making him come here. Here being changling central. Maybe they want him for more then snack food.**

Posted by: janko_malaprop (janko_malaprop)
Posted at: April 1st, 2006 04:34 am (UTC)

"I think we've all heard the rumours that we're not the only monsters under the bed. I didn't see any tooth marks on his neck, but who knows?"

Posted by: Morag Dearg (morag_dearg)
Posted at: April 6th, 2006 03:03 am (UTC)

** OK, now that's creepy. Yeah, I've heard a few rumours, but it seemed kind of far-fetched... Then again, look what's talking. Would anyone else believe WE exist? **

"Is there any way of finding out exactly what happened, or at least getting some clue? I mean, given that he doesn't seem to remember much... Would someone who knew a certain amount about this stuff be able to get some idea of whether it was changeling magic or some other kind that he'd been hit with? Maybe by checking out that bracelet the girl gave him?"

Posted by: janko_malaprop (janko_malaprop)
Posted at: April 10th, 2006 07:24 am (UTC)

Janko shrugs, his eyebrows furrowed with rapid thought, "There are a few things I can try. I can't guarantee success, though."

Posted by: Morag Dearg (morag_dearg)
Posted at: April 20th, 2006 04:47 am (UTC)

"Anything you could manage would be great. I'd really like to find out who's responsible for this."

Posted by: Morag Dearg (morag_dearg)
Posted at: April 6th, 2006 02:59 am (UTC)

"Yeah, he was barely up to walking, let alone driving. I can't see him having gone any distance in that truck unless someone else was behind the wheel. I didn't see anyone else around when I found him there, but I don't know how long he might have been there.

"And yeah, assholes is right. I don't know what the hell they did to him, but even if it wasn't anything like as bad as it could have been --" there's an edge to Morag's voice as she says this, that makes you think she's seen some worse examples -- "you can't just fuck with people like that -- grab them for a weekend like they're just a toy or something and then toss them back in a freezing parking lot with no coat on, not knowing which way's up or how to get home. Not without seriously pissing off their friends, anyway. Anyone else feel like taking a road trip and seeing if we can find whoever's responsible?"

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