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Kenzi Malikov ([personal profile] onteamdyson) wrote in [community profile] pineslog2017-05-18 03:51 pm

What even is my life anymore?

Who: Kenzi Malikov-Rumlow, Matt Miller, Poe Dameron
Where: Bucky's room, and then around town!
When: Matt's thread is on May 4th after this. Poe's thread is May 14TH
What: Kenzi "borrows" her "cousin's" room to talk to her "ex-boyfriend" about what the shit is going on. Later, Kenzi sees a very advanced roomba rolling around the street and NEEDS TO INVESTIGATE!
Warnings: Probably strong language. Some heavy topics? Mostly stupidity. Will update as needed.
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May 4th - Matt

So Jefferson hadn't been at the tea shop Kenz had sent Matt to, that's fine. Probably better, actually, considering she doesn't want people to know about them. Not that any of it actually HAPPENED! Except... it might have happened? But probably didn't. Whatever. Either way, she doesn't want to go spreading the news that she was associated with this giant nerd that barely knows how to talk to girls and somehow managed to get into her pants for what proved to be an UNDERWHELMING ENCOUNTER! How the hell did that lead to a brief relationship? Who knows. The less people it gets around to, the better.

Kenzi drags Matt from main street, all the way to a house. Not her house where she lives with her husband, though. That would be STUPID! Seriously, really dumb. Especially when there are cameras everywhere. No thanks. Instead, she brings him to her cousin's house. Specifically, his bedroom. A place they can talk without being ratted out to the popo and locked up for disturbing some shit! Because that is a thing that keeps happening and Kenzi is way too cute to go to prison. Again. Shut up.

Tugging Matt by his wrist the entire way, she pulls him into Bucky's bedroom and shuts the door behind them with a huff. She doesn't want Steve or Nat to see this guy. It's bad enough she had to tell Bucky! He gave her that stupid half smile he does with his stupid face and she wanted to punch him. It's not LIKE that. God.

At least now they could talk.

"Okay, spill. What do you remember? Let's start there." Because it's probably not much and she needs to know which blanks need to be filled.


May 14th - Poe

Whaaaat the FUUUUUCK is that thing? It looks like a rice cooker sitting on top of a beach ball. Seriously, what IS that? Just rolling down the street-- is this some kid's science fair project? Kenzi has to investigate. She's gotta see this thing up close.

Of course, when it's like... almost a block away and on the other side of the street, she ends up looking like a crazy person chasing after this WEIRD CONTRAPTION, but that's fine, probably. It's cool. Someone's gotta be around here with a remote control for it, right? Maybe if she just... gets up behind it and shouts--

"HEY! WHOSE THINGY IS THIS?"
notblayde: (morning sickness)

[personal profile] notblayde 2017-05-18 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Matt's still reeling from the whole thing. He knew from the beginning that there was something wrong with the town, with the people, with the memories, with the whole ordeal, but that didn't make it any easier to determine reality from fabrication. There's so little of his past left to grasp onto that he can't even understand who he's supposed to be, and the false memories and insistence on belonging here certainly don't help.

It definitely doesn't help that this woman that he swears he knows, God he knows her, and the more they talk and the more she holds onto his hand and drags him around the more real it feels. He also knows this place, knows that it's where her all too intimidating cousin lives, but he can't for the life of him place why he knows all this. The incongruity of it settles rocky on his stomach like a tidal wave.

"I remember you," The words pour out of his mouth along with his nausea. It's not what she means and he takes a deep breathe through his nose.

"I remember a big city, bright neon lights. I remember," He trails off, worrying about her perception of him if he continues. Stupid. It's stupid! "Are you sure it's safe to talk in here?" He shuffles uncomfortably around, his eyes focusing on everything except Kenzi's.
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[personal profile] notblayde 2017-05-18 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Give him a second, because that definitely hits his memories too. He has to take a second to break free of how he flashes to another time he was all too nervous and sneaking around, when Kenzi was guiding him down into a bed - Stop.

Matt has to close his eyes and take another long, deep breath. This is fucking with him so bad.

"That's reassuring!" Matt barks out in a bitter laugh, shaking his head and refusing her weird attempt at comfort. "This is some follow me if you want to live double oh seven nonsense." But the dull ache at the back of his skull tells him it's not as ridiculous as he wants to think. The fact that he's not getting up and walking away is enough to prove that he's willing to listen, and the way he sighs and tries to ease into it shows that he buys into it.

"It's really hard not to freak out." But she understands. She's been there, the way she reacts and treats the whole thing... She knows about it. This happened to her, and who knows how many others. Small connections are made in his head. He briefly wonders if anyone is actually here natively, or if those more dedicated are just incredibly brainwashed. The passing thought makes him shiver.

"I was in a gang. The leader of it. Certainly not something that would happen in a place like this. We were... Cyber criminals. Hackers." Matt's brows furrow in thought, as he tries hard to remember more. "I... I ran. I went back home," He pauses again, as if he can't remember where 'home' is.

"It wasn't here," A moment, and then a bright exclamation, "London! Oh - So that's the same, at least." He guesses it makes sense, then, why everyone else talks so differently from him. It seems like things are getting easier to remember for a moment, a slouch growing in his spine as he mulls over his memories and what they mean.

"I was... Accosted by MI6. Because of... You know. The gang thing. Cyber.. Terrorist... It was an issue, but they gave me amnesty. I... Kenzi, I think I'm an MI6 agent?"
notblayde: (but the kids got jesus)

[personal profile] notblayde 2017-05-19 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, the accent was good. Matt would applaud, if he weren't so busy holding back a laugh. As it is, all he can handle is rolling his eyes. Please! He got one little line wrong while struggling with losing all of his memories! Sue him!

The recovery isn't as smooth as she thinks it is, and it leaves Matt more than a little suspicious of her. He believes that she knows more agents, that much was obviously genuine, and it's worth pursuing. The part about it being a conspiracy? Well...

"That's worth investigating," What, he just came back to the memory of it and now he's pulling weight here? "Why would a group of agents get taken to a small town and made to forget everything they know? It's a cover up." Duh. Obviously. It's easy. Too easy. For as obscured as everything else is, the solution seems too simple, too sloppy. It's all he has, though.

"What about you?"
notblayde: (of the broken pieces)

[personal profile] notblayde 2017-05-19 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
At least she doesn't think he's crazy. In this situation, though... Well, it'd be crazier to not think something was up, wouldn't it? Matt's not sure. He's not sure of much at the moment, honestly. He tries to relax a little, bouncing and leaning and testing his weight on the bed. Testing reality itself in his own subtle way.

There's no protocol for this. There's nothing in any of the manuals - none of what he remembers - about unreality. About simulations. The concept rolls around in Matt's mind like a lead ball, heavy and toxic, leeching away his attention. The brainwashing was terrifying enough, without the weight of his unspoken memory hanging over his shoulders. He struggles with where it fits in, or whether it's relevant at all to the place he finds himself - But it almost has to be. It's too much to be a coincidence.

"Can you stop dodging long enough to answer something? I'm serious," He certainly sounds like he is, "Do you remember being taken? Imprisoned anywhere?"
notblayde: (morning sickness)

[personal profile] notblayde 2017-05-21 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey. Shut up. He's always been cool, where have you been?

The answer eats up at him. They leave that part out. Then why does he remember? Was that just a completely unrelated memory? But that seems so... Implausible. How does someone get held in two separate fake realities? Honestly. Matt's face scrunches up at her denial and he settles firmly on him just having privileged information. If she doesn't remember... Well, no use discussing it further with her. It's a dead end.

She mentioned getting more back as time went on. Maybe he could try it again, later.

"I didn't know Canada had street gangs," A laugh, quiet, almost casual. What would the point be? "Oh no, we're here to sell the legal weed and patrol with, what, show shovels? What piece would you even carry?" Like he had any room to talk. But he doesn't mock her when she talks about stealing to survive, he actually tightens back up and goes quiet. It's serious. "What er... Agency? Branch?"
notblayde: (watch them build)

[personal profile] notblayde 2017-05-21 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"An army! Canada!" He snickers and butts away her shoulder with his own, but is seriously impressed with her answer. "A katana? No kidding?" The way he's eyeing her is DEFINITELY not curious, casual attraction. That was absolutely killed back in the salon when she shot him down. Totally.

"SHIELD?" he repeats, an eyebrow arching curiously up. "Sounds like something from a comic book." But he's not... Denying it. He knows agencies can have ridiculous names, he's heard some of the mission names and field calls back in his day. His day? God, no. Not even. Stop that. "What does SHIELD do?" It's not pressing or accusatory, just curious.

Unlike her question, which definitely isn't a real question.

"That's classified."
notblayde: (a friend just like you)

[personal profile] notblayde 2017-05-23 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
A $60 katana? Alright. She either has the most incredible luck or it couldn't have been that good of a sword. Then again, you can find some incredible things at pawn shops and she does seem the crafty type... "Shame you don't have it here. I'd love to see it."

... She has him there. Tit for tat and he can't even argue, just grin and nod in acknowledgement of being matched. He'd come out with it and give a proper answer, if only to get information, but she comes out with a good point.

"My acting?" Matt repeats, but he already has some clue where she's going with it. They need an alibi, some reason to have a rendezvous away from prying eyes. Two exes, suddenly reunited under sudden, stressful circumstances...

"How deep in is your er... Husband?" Look, he doesn't want to get the shit beaten out of him for the sake of research.
notblayde: (of the broken pieces)

[personal profile] notblayde 2017-05-23 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
She stares into his eyes for so long, he starts to wonder if she wants to method act. Something deep inside his mind suggests that he wouldn't mind the idea, something else tickling inside of his chest like a suggestion to go ahead. But it's fake. She looks away, she says the word, and he remembers and squashes that stupid thought.

There's not much he can say to it - To how she reacts, to how she cuts off and chokes. It's uncomfortable, all of it. The weird bubble that sits in his chest at the thought of it all being fake - Hope for something to happen? No. His feelings aren't even real. Worry for her? But he doesn't even know her. And she seems to have something for her spouse, doesn't she? Matt takes a deep breath - Tries to push all the conflict from his head.

She's an ally. Someone stuck in the same bizarre hostage situation as him, suffering from implanted memories like he is. Nothing more, nothing less.

"I'm sure there are," He mumbles as he ruffles his hands through his hair, messing it up. "How far did we go, hm? Impassioned reunion, 'oh Mr. Miller, I can't, it's not like that now?" The laughter behind his voice is choked back as he messes up his clothes and reaches into his pocket for his lipstick.
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[personal profile] volitaunt 2017-05-26 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
That's about when Poe returns to the street carrying two bags of groceries. He hears her shout, hears BB-8 scolding her for it, and meanders his way over to join them with a tiny smile on his face.

He is more entertained by 'whose thingy is this' than the droid.

"He's with me."
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[personal profile] volitaunt 2017-05-27 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
"BB-8. BB unit astromech droid, which I'm guessing means about as much to you as it does to most people here."

The Thingy makes a noise that seems to be the electronic equivalent of a raspberry.

"He's not normally rude. A little tired of being singled out, maybe." He shifts his grip on the groceries to offer her a hand. "Poe Dameron."
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[personal profile] volitaunt 2017-05-27 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not just a robot." Robot, at least to Poe, implies a lack of autonomy that he would never assign BB-8 or any other droid. "Droid. Complex AI, personality, emotional subroutines."

He squats down next to BB-8, resting a hand on the droid's curved side. He grins up at Kenzi. At least BB-8 himself seems mollified by how impressed she is. "Could be a joke. I never actually thought about it."

Poe glances at the droid. "What'd'you think, Bee?"
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[personal profile] volitaunt 2017-05-29 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
BB-8 immediately asks what a Tamagotchi is, and Poe is too busy laughing to translate right away. It's not mocking laughter, by any means--he's delighted by her delight.

"He wants to know what a Tamagotchi is, and I have to say, I'm pretty curious myself."
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[personal profile] volitaunt 2017-06-09 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
"That sounds like something that kids where I'm from would like." He's intrigued. It's the first time anyone has described something remotely like technology that might exist on a world he's familiar with.

(Of course, he's imagining holographic creatures projected from egg-shaped devices, not... pixels on a screen. So close.)

BB-8 peeps that he's far more useful than any Tamagotchi, which Poe chooses not to translate. He's gotten a lot more cautious about sharing BB-8's abilities. "He's my flight partner."

That much he's said in proximity to cameras already.