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Situation Report May 2017 | Maintaining the Stage / Sudden Recall
Who: Randel and you!
What: Sudden Recall etc.
When: Throughout May
Where: Lotus Street Shelter, Around Town, Etc.
Notes & Warnings: Discussion of slavery, unethical scientific experimentation, etc.
[@ the Lotus Street Animal Shelter]
Randel spends most of his time here, honestly. First, because the more that he's remembered, the less he feels 'right' sleeping in that house. As it is, he only goes there to spend time with the little cat who followed him home (Sissel, he doesn't know) and even then, he only finds him there sometimes. For the most part, his 'home' is the shelter, and he sleeps in the back with a few of the friendlier cats curled up on him on the floor more often than not. Anyone who works there has more than likely seen him there if they stay late or come in very early.
On the days when it isn't being run by others, he takes care of the Cat Cafe, attending to orders and answering questions about the animals. He's had pretty good luck getting a few of them adopted out in the last few weeks, and while he misses them, he's glad to see that they're going to good homes and happy families, going someplace safe.
Or as safe as this place is.
[@ his house ]
He does check in at his house for another reason, though, making sure that there's nothing that's been shoved under his back door or anywhere else that could indicate that his friend from out in the woods might need something.
[@ the woods]
Nonetheless, he's taken to going out there when he can, staying well short of the fence, turning back when he so much as starts feeling ill and not so much looking for something as looking for something to look for. The strange case with the money, the suitcase with the diary... there's so many pieces here and if he were smarter or more clever or he knew more, maybe he'd know how to put them together to mean something, but he's not. He's no Oreldo, let alone a Marches, and definitely not...
He still can't remember her, the woman who held him, the one that makes the nightmares go away. There are other pieces still sort of floating in, but she's the one that aches like a loose tooth, the one that he wants to solve more than anything. It's actually made him angry a few times, and the woods are good for that too, for growling and cursing and even occasionally lashing out with a fist against a tree trunk. It had hurt, stung; he'd even hit hard enough to make his hand bleed a little but a bandage and a little more mindfulness and it wasn't worth worrying about.
[@ around town]
When he doesn't feel like it needs to be the woods, he wanders the town, looking for the people he's found in this place, more than a little worried about them given some of the things he's remembered. Of course there's his strange discordant mess of memories, but he's gotten used to that. Struggles with it still, his desire for the kind of life this place offers with the feelings of cowardice and failure that accepting them comes with, but it's almost normal, as normal as the argument he has with himself every time he clips the lantern to his belt.
Every day.
But then there was the phonecall he'd gotten on one of the rare times when he'd been home. The phonecall that had prompted a memory that felt too much like the memories from Elsewhere, memories that made the name Kauplan spring to mind alongside cruel eyes and a mocking, terrifying laugh. It's had him worried as he hasn't been since he first arrived, wondering why his two worlds were colliding in such a way. This was not the place where they'd taken him apart and put him back together again differently, sent him out to kill. Or it wasn't supposed to be.
...and if it had happened to him, had it happened to others? That was why he made a point to wander around town, see if he could perhaps 'run into' Pepper or Clary or Katherine or-
*gulp*
Elena.
Or Sam and Steve. Maybe they knew something, considering.
It was one thing for such darkness to happen to him, but something very different for it to be a part of their lives. It shouldn't be. It should never be. And if it was, well...
There was a reason he clipped the lantern on his belt every day.
What: Sudden Recall etc.
When: Throughout May
Where: Lotus Street Shelter, Around Town, Etc.
Notes & Warnings: Discussion of slavery, unethical scientific experimentation, etc.
[@ the Lotus Street Animal Shelter]
Randel spends most of his time here, honestly. First, because the more that he's remembered, the less he feels 'right' sleeping in that house. As it is, he only goes there to spend time with the little cat who followed him home (Sissel, he doesn't know) and even then, he only finds him there sometimes. For the most part, his 'home' is the shelter, and he sleeps in the back with a few of the friendlier cats curled up on him on the floor more often than not. Anyone who works there has more than likely seen him there if they stay late or come in very early.
On the days when it isn't being run by others, he takes care of the Cat Cafe, attending to orders and answering questions about the animals. He's had pretty good luck getting a few of them adopted out in the last few weeks, and while he misses them, he's glad to see that they're going to good homes and happy families, going someplace safe.
Or as safe as this place is.
[@ his house ]
He does check in at his house for another reason, though, making sure that there's nothing that's been shoved under his back door or anywhere else that could indicate that his friend from out in the woods might need something.
[@ the woods]
Nonetheless, he's taken to going out there when he can, staying well short of the fence, turning back when he so much as starts feeling ill and not so much looking for something as looking for something to look for. The strange case with the money, the suitcase with the diary... there's so many pieces here and if he were smarter or more clever or he knew more, maybe he'd know how to put them together to mean something, but he's not. He's no Oreldo, let alone a Marches, and definitely not...
He still can't remember her, the woman who held him, the one that makes the nightmares go away. There are other pieces still sort of floating in, but she's the one that aches like a loose tooth, the one that he wants to solve more than anything. It's actually made him angry a few times, and the woods are good for that too, for growling and cursing and even occasionally lashing out with a fist against a tree trunk. It had hurt, stung; he'd even hit hard enough to make his hand bleed a little but a bandage and a little more mindfulness and it wasn't worth worrying about.
[@ around town]
When he doesn't feel like it needs to be the woods, he wanders the town, looking for the people he's found in this place, more than a little worried about them given some of the things he's remembered. Of course there's his strange discordant mess of memories, but he's gotten used to that. Struggles with it still, his desire for the kind of life this place offers with the feelings of cowardice and failure that accepting them comes with, but it's almost normal, as normal as the argument he has with himself every time he clips the lantern to his belt.
Every day.
But then there was the phonecall he'd gotten on one of the rare times when he'd been home. The phonecall that had prompted a memory that felt too much like the memories from Elsewhere, memories that made the name Kauplan spring to mind alongside cruel eyes and a mocking, terrifying laugh. It's had him worried as he hasn't been since he first arrived, wondering why his two worlds were colliding in such a way. This was not the place where they'd taken him apart and put him back together again differently, sent him out to kill. Or it wasn't supposed to be.
...and if it had happened to him, had it happened to others? That was why he made a point to wander around town, see if he could perhaps 'run into' Pepper or Clary or Katherine or-
*gulp*
Elena.
Or Sam and Steve. Maybe they knew something, considering.
It was one thing for such darkness to happen to him, but something very different for it to be a part of their lives. It shouldn't be. It should never be. And if it was, well...
There was a reason he clipped the lantern on his belt every day.
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Her voice was only a whisper in response. 'It happened to you too.' That one sentence was ingrained into her mind. His tone, the pain and anger. Clary felt the urge to take a step away but she didn't. This was Randel. He was safe, she knew him, but she was also scared.
What was she so scared of?
"Randel." She repeated his name again, forcing calm into her voice. "What happened? You aren't alright." There was no point in trying to hide it. Clary could see it. She spent enough time around Randel to know him and something was seething beneath the surface.
She thought of a snake. Twisting beneath the skin like a poison that would hurt Randel as much as it'd help him.