Re: Corn Maze
George-Jamie was worrying over his lower lip, trying to figure it all out. No matter how he thought over the memories he had just absorbed, he could not see how his band mate had done anything offensive. He at last shook his head to try and clear the worry, fighting the bangs of his wig out of his eyes yet again. He moved close enough to Prime to be heard as he muttered "We need to talk." He needed to talk to his sometimes clueless primary personality, George-dupe was rather analytical and had picked up a few things he was sure the often scattered Jamie Prime had overlooked.
He then noticed Wisdom storming away with a truly gloomy look. Hmm. Another glance at Prime told George that Prime was quite upset and frazzled. Clearly not in the mood to listen. Another glance to Wisdom and he smirked. Maybe he could talk to Wisdom and have him deliver the message. Jamie was not always inclined to listen to his dupes, especially not after something like this. Besides, there were some other things he wanted to discuss with Wisdom at the moment.
Right. Settled.
Jamie was trying to explain his way out of something he did not do, and George-dupe took the opportunity to slip away in the crowd. He did not want to get too close to Jamie anyway, for fear he might panic and blindly re-absorb him. Then there would be two expensive Beatle costumes to replace, and he was entirely sure Wisdom would not forgive that. As quickly and as quietly as he could in the gaudy outfit, the Jamie dupe slipped down the hall towards Wisdom's room, assuming he was headed there.
That or the brothel. Given the look on Wisdom's face, it could have really been either.