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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, 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.]