That's what I'm told. Fell asleep in my apartment, woke up in processing again. Figured they just sedated me for the hell of it until someone told me it's been a month.
"Glitch in the system". Whatever the hell that's supposed to mean to me.
[ not that he doesn't understand what a glitch is, just that it tells him basically "there was a problem", and yeah, okay, no shit there was a problem?? ]
[ he's not discounting the thought. people have lost time, memories, all that. it wouldn't surprise him. if they can yoink people in after death, not much else seems impossible. ]
Don't know how you'd investigate that though. Can't watch everyone every second.
what else would it be they just stuffed you in a closet?
[ experimentations, maybe. influencing memory loss to cover it up. who the hell knows, but "glitch" is the most bullshit thing anyone could use to disguise it.
he's right, though. it wouldn't be the first time someone's disappeared, even if wynonna's was of something unrelated; it was still long enough to lose contact with her and realize keeping track of everyone here is nearly impossible. ]
no offense would rather not put the spotlight on her
Maybe. Did kind of wake up with a crick in my neck.
[ which is a joke. roan's jokes are flat as hell, though, so who knows. then again, what the shit does he know about this at all anyway? they might've stuffed him in a closet.
maybe stole a kidney. ]
None taken. i'm guessing she didn't come back any different, did she?
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[ this message was sent over a month ago, hold on, he's actually worse at technology than you are, mr. flip phones are my favorite.
squinting. scrolling. reading. checking out the name of whoever sent this reply. the shit? ]
How the hell did you get this?
I sent this two months ago, to someone else.
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maybe the pigeon took a bad turn
[ don't say jokes no one will get, frank. ]
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[ u dickhead ]
I've been out of the city for a month and this is the first time I've turned my phone on since. No pigeon involved.
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you left the city?
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what bullshit excuse did they give you to explain that
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[ not that he doesn't understand what a glitch is, just that it tells him basically "there was a problem", and yeah, okay, no shit there was a problem?? ]
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[ it's the same reason they gave for karen's disappearance. ]
a friend of mine woke up in her apartment after being gone two months
no word, no reason
just because
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[ he's not discounting the thought. people have lost time, memories, all that. it wouldn't surprise him. if they can yoink people in after death, not much else seems impossible. ]
Don't know how you'd investigate that though. Can't watch everyone every second.
What's your friend's name?
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they just stuffed you in a closet?
[ experimentations, maybe. influencing memory loss to cover it up. who the hell knows, but "glitch" is the most bullshit thing anyone could use to disguise it.
he's right, though. it wouldn't be the first time someone's disappeared, even if wynonna's was of something unrelated; it was still long enough to lose contact with her and realize keeping track of everyone here is nearly impossible. ]
no offense
would rather not put the spotlight on her
she's safe for the time being
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Did kind of wake up with a crick in my neck.
[ which is a joke. roan's jokes are flat as hell, though, so who knows. then again, what the shit does he know about this at all anyway? they might've stuffed him in a closet.
maybe stole a kidney. ]
None taken.
i'm guessing she didn't come back any different, did she?
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[ hilarious, buddy. kind of sad how both of them have the same level of flat humor. all the snark, none of the audible laughter. ]
literally no different
just like you i guess
no memory of anything in between
like time didn't even pass for her
physically she's fine
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[ billy russo apparently has A Type. ]
Guess Iβll let you know if I start having blackouts or finding weird scars.
Nothing we can do to figure it out now.
Either way, good luck to her.