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Who: Martin and Ben
What: Coffee meet up.
When: After their forum communication.
Where: Coffee shop.
Rating/Warnings: None likely.
He doesn't really have time to return to his apartment, change, and make his arranged meeting with Martin at the coffee shop. So he shows up in work clothes and for him work clothes are a pair of super stretchy ice skating pants that, without skates, are a little too long, a really dumb t-shirt, and sneakers.
He is there on time, though, even a little bit early. Since he doesn't quite know what Martin looks like, he's hanging around outside and when he sees someone who also appears to be searching he approaches with a smile. "Are you Martin?"
What: Coffee meet up.
When: After their forum communication.
Where: Coffee shop.
Rating/Warnings: None likely.
He doesn't really have time to return to his apartment, change, and make his arranged meeting with Martin at the coffee shop. So he shows up in work clothes and for him work clothes are a pair of super stretchy ice skating pants that, without skates, are a little too long, a really dumb t-shirt, and sneakers.
He is there on time, though, even a little bit early. Since he doesn't quite know what Martin looks like, he's hanging around outside and when he sees someone who also appears to be searching he approaches with a smile. "Are you Martin?"
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"Got it in one, Ben. ... And now I suppose I don't have to ask what you teach."
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He moves to the door and holds it open for Martin, staying out of the way so he can enter.
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He glances up at the menu, narrowing his eyes in concentration. It's early evening, not quite time for decaf, but a bit late for espresso. It makes ordering an interesting puzzle. Then again, he doesn't think he has any patients critical enough at the moment that he might have to expect an early morning emergency call ...
He probably looks like he's far more serious about this coffee thing than he should be.
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Though watching Martin try to work out the trouble of coffee bemuses him. He, meanwhile, just orders black coffee to which he intends to dump stevia in.
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"In here or outside? ... I suppose I always based the thought on the fact that work isn't everything, but there are those folks who really do devote their whole lives to it. I can't say they're worthless by any stretch of the imagination..."
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He's already moving that way, opening the door for Martin on his way through. "Pick a table. Any table."
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"Now then, where were we?"
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"When I first visited that other place, Bostiev? I wondered if we were all just displaced from the worlds we were remembering. But the more I think about it, I realize that would take an awful lot of doing. Giving us all a whole new lifetime and backing it up? ... If the Bureau is surprised by each time a new Different person begins to remember things ... They logically don't have the resources to start all this, or they'd have been monitoring us from the get go."
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He pauses, looking at the city life milling around them, completely unaware and happy with the single life they're aware of. He wonders how many more of them have Different memories somewhere in the ether, just waiting to resurface and displace them just as quickly as he and Ben were. Lives turned inside out in the blink of an eye.
"Then, of course, I just Google the stuff and even the Wikipedia article makes my eyes cross, so. That's out for me." He laughs, and takes another sip of his coffee.
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He pauses, his cheerful demeanor returning fast enough. "... What did you cut to realize it could do that? Nothing that voided your security deposit, I hope!"
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"And no, my security deposit's fine. I went off into the back ally of my job and played with it. My forearms may never recover from the workout, but I learned some interesting things."
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"In the first, I was chained to a wall and my hands were tied, but the room I was in was very well-furnished. Yet I still told someone in the room I was a surgeon. A disgraced one, but a surgeon. ... The other was even more surreal: I was standing in the middle of a riot, talking on a cell phone as though it were the subway at rush hour." He frowned. "And even all that doesn't seem the strangest part to me: it's that the man I was speaking to in the first memory was my son, and a third memory was an argument with a woman I've never seen in my life. I've never been married, never had a relationship serious enough for children, but this boy - no, he was a man... he was nearly through his twenties."
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He wasn't going to be using them much. "I will say that I hope your wife and son don't show up here and I'm sorry you belong to this particular group. Thought here are some fantastic people among us."
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Martin licks his lips, finds them suddenly dry, and takes another drink of his coffee. "We may just need to have a few meetings of our own, then. Maybe if anyone else is amenable, we can rotate meeting at each other's places. I know New York isn't big on apartment size, but if nothing else, there's my practice's waiting room after hours."