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[brokenweapon]

Characters: Jason Bourne and YOU!
Date: nowabouts
Location: Earth Sector and environs.
Situation: A day in the life of an amnesiac assassin.
Warnings/Rating: None foreseen, but will tag as necessary.
Format: Tags, prose, Q-Bert-ese...go nuts.

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Bourne, Morning

[brokenweapon]

[Look who's trying to outrun his problems! That's right, it's this guy, on his early morning insomnia run.]

[demon_brat]

[So what are Bourne's thoughts on an eleven-year-old also on a run? And looking like the run in question might be of a comparable length to Bourne's own?]

[brokenweapon]

[Why is there a preteen running at this hour? And running a lot? Interesting.

He's never seen this kid on a run before, but he varies his route every day. Maybe this is just the time their paths ended up crossing. 'Cause this kid doesn't look like he decided to just run for the hell of it.

Bourne's not quite sure what to think.]

[demon_brat]

[A kid that doesn't seem worried by the encounter of an adult who's clearly in top physical shape. Nor does he seems overeager to chatter. Mostly the boy looks up, then nods in greeting. And watches. If the adult makes the small change in direction so they'll run the same course, he'll accept it. If not... well. He'll keep an eye on the adult, later. He doesn't really encounter many, out here.]

Bourne, Afternoon

[brokenweapon]

[Such a long list of things to do. Talk to the dragon, talk to that Costigan guy, try not to get punched for existing again...it's frankly exhausting. Or would be. For someone else.]

[aloadeddie]

[Somebody else has a long list of things to do. Arthur's got offices and warehouses to look at, already scouting locations for Cobb and Ariadne's little front business, not to mention his own (he doesn't like bringing potential clients to his home - it's not very safe), plus business meetings with a couple of contacts and clients.

Oh, and he's trying to find a bottle of wine for his lunch thing with Inara.]

[brokenweapon]

[Huh. It's that guy who was on the network asking about insomnia. Well, Bourne's not going to get anywhere being silent here, so as he gets near the guy, he says,] Hey, made any headway on the insomnia problem?

[A for effort on socialization, Jason. D- for execution.]

[aloadeddie]

[Hey, he tried at least. Arthur will give him brownie points for that.

He recognizes the guy from the network, so that's something. He makes a mental note - once he's alone again, he'll probably make an actual note in his moleskine.]

Not much, I'm afraid. I was kind of hoping there would be some kind of pattern, but if there is, the people experiencing it haven't been talking. [He shrugs a little.] Not that I can blame them, if that's the case.

[brokenweapon]

[OH MY GOD DOES HE TRY. He shrugs in turn.]

Usually it's not something people like to talk about, I guess.

[aloadeddie]

Yeah, I get it. Dreams, at least, can be kind of a personal thing. [Not that he has dreams anymore. Not naturally.]

Like airing all your psychological issues on a public network. It's kind of off-putting, but I figured it was worth a shot.

[brokenweapon]

Yeah, and nobody wants to do that. [Least of all him. That'd be the equivalent of handing out free ammo and marking his weak points with neon paint. No thanks.]

Still...good looking out.

[aloadeddie]

We're all stuck here, and we all have different skill sets, I guess. [He shrugs vaguely and glances at a nearby store front.] We're probably better off pooling our ideas and talents if we're ever going to figure this out and get home.

[Or at least, that's what he'd say if he thought this was real and didn't think the vast majority of people here were projections.]

Bourne, Evening

[brokenweapon]

[At the shops and looking for some dinner. Or something to make dinner with. Whatever. Food.]

guess bourne's just running into kids left and right whoops

[chiot]

[ Gavroche recognizes him. At least, he thinks he does--it's hard to tell if the speck in the winter fort was actually this guy or not, but the shape is right and he's pretty sure he's lobbed a few snowballs at him.

There's birdseed from the morning outside of the shop, and Gavroche picks a few seeds up and follows the other as quietly as he can before lobbing a tiny seed right at the back of his head. ]

aren't you that dragon-riding kid from the snowpocalypse

[brokenweapon]

[Kids trying to be inconspicuous are super cute.

Less so when they're flinging stuff at your head. When the seed hits, Bourne turns to really look at the small boy.]

What was that for? [He sounds more bemused than anything.]

maaaaybe

[chiot]

[ Gavroche is all grins, though he has one more seed when the other turns around. He freezes, caught, and carefully lowers his arm. ]

Just in case y'forgot who's boss from earlier, huh?