Ben Song (notmeantforthis) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2024-01-19 08:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, ben song (notmeantforthis), marcel gerard (klauss_son_ish), ~2024 january |
Who: Ben Song and Open
What: Trying to understand things
When: Friday afternoon
Where: Hinkle's
Warnings: TBA
Status: Open/On-going
Ben had no idea what the hell was going on, but he was a solid ninety-five percent sure he didn't like any of it. He wasn't sure what part was the most worrying of it all, though -- not having Magic or Jenn or Ian show up as his hologram, having just spent a solid week living the grown up version of the way he'd gotten treated as a kid (even if it had kind of been filtered through a sitcom lens), or the fact that this wasn't a leap.
Because if it were? The reflection staring back at him in a mirror wouldn't be his own. It also couldn't be because he wasn't even alive this far in the future, but one aspect of the problem at a time.
Ben knew he would have to figure out a lot of the other, more mundane things, like getting a job. At the moment, though, he was just sitting at a table in Hinkle's working his way through lunch and scrolling on his phone in an attempt to not focus so much on the issues at hand. He was incapable of disengaging from his worries for very long, as a general rule, but at this point it looked like an hour or so to have a little peace wasn't going to hurt matters any.