( -- closed ) you used to dream about fires.

[sospita]

Who: Juno Steel ( sospita) & OTHERS.
Where: VARIOUS.
When: This is a July catch-all. Shove a header in here if you want a wildcard.
What: There's a lot happening, okay!?
Warnings: N/A. Will update.

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[sospita]

No, listen --

[ too late. it's too late for that; juno's hand has already closed around the man's arm, a familiar gesture between two people who are perfect strangers, save for what the town has programmed their minds to think of when confronted with one another's existence. he grabs onto him the way he might grab an old friend who just plain isn't paying attention, and regrets that he trusted himself enough to cross the road here, instead of walking on for one block more.

and now, he's been "recognized". there's no way that he can trust this sort of reaction. it's too clean, too abrupt. like someone's just slid a datafile into place and told it to run all processes, run this poor bastard's mind right into the ground. infect him with memories of some shared relationship. but, when he hears that voice say his name, he can't deny that it sounds familiar.

it's a moment of weakness, and it's just enough. he's back on the sidewalk, holding onto a stranger ( an old friend ), feeling very fuzzy. self-conscious and frantically pawing through the memories. he knew this guy, back in the city. no, not that city. the other city. the one he came from, no the one he didn't come from. what a mess. ]

I don't think we actually know one another.

[ Cautious. Reserved.

He hasn't taken his hand off of the man's arm, not yet. ] You just, looked like someone I thought I recognized.