He remembers the accident. He remembers... biking. Bike to work. Bike to work very important in central-
In Wayward Pines. Yes. He remembers he's in Wayward Pines, he remembers a bright flash of light- an explosion? He remembers-
He remembers that he is the Archivist. He doesn't know what that means.
It's easy, removing the various wires and things from himself. He doesn't know how he knows how to do so, but none of the alarms go off, nothing starts beeping. Even the larger tubes, when he pulls them out, his skin is unblemished before he can even blink. He doesn't remember how that is, or why that is. He doesn't remember... coming here.
He does remember to look for the tape recorder, the one sitting at his bedside. And to take it with him when he leaves the room. It's inconvenient, as he's in a hospital gown with no pockets, but he feels very strongly about it.
One of the nurses finds him in the hallway, starts telling him things. And the things she's telling him... they're true. They're true and they're not true and he doesn't know how he knows that either. He just does. And it all hurts his head.
Eventually, he wants to know something, something very important and it makes his head buzz, the strange feeling traveling down to his tongue and when the words come out, he knows that there's something strange to them, that he has to be careful when he can feel that strange buzzing under his tongue. He still asks, regardless.]
Where is my wife?
[ They do tell him, right out, no talking around it. And once that's done, he sets off. Whether he finds Georgie or someone else first, that's for fate to decide. ]
home - april 4 - 8
[ He puts the flyer on the table near the entrance, where he usually puts the mail.
Where he usually- does he? Does he usually put the mail there? He's not- he doesn't-
This house. They bought it when he got out of school. Together. He and Georgie, with everyone's help. Here, in Wayward Pines. Didn't they? They did do that, didn't they. Didn't they? The questions are maddening, and they feel strangely hollow. Like it doesn't matter where he lives; he's hardly ever there. No, he has to go to work. He ought to be at work. Work is... important. Work is the most important thing, isn't it?
Other than Georgie. Georgie's important too. He loves her. He married her. Didn't he?
He did.
So down he walks, down to the library. Where he works. He's definitely a librarian. Except... no. He's the Archivist. He knows he's the Archivist. It's one of the few things he knows. His name is Jonathan Sims, and he is the Archivist. There are... recordings by him? Yes, that sounds right.
On... on the tape recorders, yes. Okay. Yes, go to work. Work is good.
At the library, he's- well, that feels right and wrong. The stacks of books (where are his file cabinets?), his office-
His office. Someone moved around his office. It has him muttering.]
Accident... Great... Let's rearrange his office. Sleeping people don't need pens.
[ Wait. Wait, no. He'd- deja vu, very strong. Why had he said that? Who would move around his office? Especially since he'd only been out for a few... days? Why did he keep thinking it was six months? No, no, it had to have been only a few days. Right.
And wasn't someone supposed to bring him tea?]
it's the end of the world as we don't-really-know it - april 8
[ ...he feels, all at once, that he should be more surprised at all this. More incredulous. More unwilling to believe.
And yet, the more he hears, the more he feels as if this all... it all sounds almost too familiar.
There are pieces that his mind is trying to put together, trying to fiddle about with. Pieces that he can hardly recall the shape of, but he's still trying to find where they slot, feel out where they belong in this brand new frame of his.
He takes the pamphlets and he reads over them slowly, taking everything in, starting to dissect the pieces themselves, starting to wonder where he will fit in this strange new world.
And why the word 'Slaughter' keeps popping up when he looks at the Abberations.
He'll mingle, oh yes. He'll definitely mingle. Because something in him says that regardless of anything else, they will handle this thing a lot better if they work together.]
Jonathan Sims 🎙 Various 🎙 Open to All
He remembers the accident. He remembers... biking. Bike to work. Bike to work very important in central-
In Wayward Pines. Yes. He remembers he's in Wayward Pines, he remembers a bright flash of light- an explosion? He remembers-
He remembers that he is the Archivist. He doesn't know what that means.
It's easy, removing the various wires and things from himself. He doesn't know how he knows how to do so, but none of the alarms go off, nothing starts beeping. Even the larger tubes, when he pulls them out, his skin is unblemished before he can even blink. He doesn't remember how that is, or why that is. He doesn't remember... coming here.
He does remember to look for the tape recorder, the one sitting at his bedside. And to take it with him when he leaves the room. It's inconvenient, as he's in a hospital gown with no pockets, but he feels very strongly about it.
One of the nurses finds him in the hallway, starts telling him things. And the things she's telling him... they're true. They're true and they're not true and he doesn't know how he knows that either. He just does. And it all hurts his head.
Eventually, he wants to know something, something very important and it makes his head buzz, the strange feeling traveling down to his tongue and when the words come out, he knows that there's something strange to them, that he has to be careful when he can feel that strange buzzing under his tongue. He still asks, regardless.]
Where is my wife?
[ They do tell him, right out, no talking around it. And once that's done, he sets off. Whether he finds Georgie or someone else first, that's for fate to decide. ]
Where he usually- does he? Does he usually put the mail there? He's not- he doesn't-
This house. They bought it when he got out of school. Together. He and Georgie, with everyone's help. Here, in Wayward Pines. Didn't they? They did do that, didn't they.
Didn't they? The questions are maddening, and they feel strangely hollow. Like it doesn't matter where he lives; he's hardly ever there. No, he has to go to work. He ought to be at work. Work is... important. Work is the most important thing, isn't it?
Other than Georgie. Georgie's important too. He loves her. He married her. Didn't he?
He did.
So down he walks, down to the library. Where he works. He's definitely a librarian. Except... no. He's the Archivist. He knows he's the Archivist. It's one of the few things he knows. His name is Jonathan Sims, and he is the Archivist. There are... recordings by him? Yes, that sounds right.
On... on the tape recorders, yes. Okay. Yes, go to work. Work is good.
At the library, he's- well, that feels right and wrong. The stacks of books (where are his file cabinets?), his office-
His office. Someone moved around his office. It has him muttering.]
Accident... Great... Let's rearrange his office. Sleeping people don't need pens.
[ Wait. Wait, no. He'd- deja vu, very strong. Why had he said that? Who would move around his office? Especially since he'd only been out for a few... days? Why did he keep thinking it was six months? No, no, it had to have been only a few days. Right.
And wasn't someone supposed to bring him tea?]
And yet, the more he hears, the more he feels as if this all... it all sounds almost too familiar.
There are pieces that his mind is trying to put together, trying to fiddle about with. Pieces that he can hardly recall the shape of, but he's still trying to find where they slot, feel out where they belong in this brand new frame of his.
He takes the pamphlets and he reads over them slowly, taking everything in, starting to dissect the pieces themselves, starting to wonder where he will fit in this strange new world.
And why the word 'Slaughter' keeps popping up when he looks at the Abberations.
He'll mingle, oh yes. He'll definitely mingle. Because something in him says that regardless of anything else, they will handle this thing a lot better if they work together.]
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