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Obi-Wan Kenobi ([personal profile] neverjedi) wrote in [community profile] tramitem_log2020-08-13 04:35 am

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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?"
not_as_i_do: (you're gonna be fine)

[personal profile] not_as_i_do 2020-08-13 01:42 pm (UTC)(link)
They make an odd pair indeed: Martin also fresh from the office in dun corduroy pants and a white dress shirt under a maroon sweater vest. He laughs a little at the t-shirt as he holds out a hand.

"Got it in one, Ben. ... And now I suppose I don't have to ask what you teach."
not_as_i_do: (you're gonna be fine)

[personal profile] not_as_i_do 2020-08-19 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
"I'd say you managed well enough, even so," he quips, stepping through and then taking the door in turn for Ben. "I'm a cardiothoracic surgeon: heart, lungs, throat. Everything that makes your blood and your oxygen move, basically."
not_as_i_do: (hello social network)

[personal profile] not_as_i_do 2020-08-23 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
He chuckles softly. "A man's work is not his measure so much as his deeds. I don't know if I read that somewhere or just heard it, but ... I suppose I don't have to be able to cite it to believe it's true."

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.
not_as_i_do: (not an angel)

[personal profile] not_as_i_do 2020-08-24 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, that's where the tricky part is, I admit." He decides, screw it, if he ends up being up until 3 AM, that's his lot in life, and he'll steal a nap whenever he can over the course of the next day. He's had worse 'day-after' experiences with far more potent beverages, after all. He orders a cappuccino, then gestures toward the small cluster of tables near the door.

"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..."
not_as_i_do: (well you see...)

[personal profile] not_as_i_do 2020-08-30 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Wise choice," he compliments him as he follows, heading for a table next to the window on the corner. It's situated well enough to keep from being completely overheard - muffled from inside the shop by the glass, masked from anyone nearby outside by the traffic and city clamor. He pulls out a chair with a scrape of iron legs on concrete, and sits.

"Now then, where were we?"
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[personal profile] not_as_i_do 2020-09-04 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Either one is perfectly fine by me. I feel like by the time you get to be my age, small talk is a little overdone." He gives him a teasing smile that matches the tone of Ben's humor and curls his hands around his coffee cup.
not_as_i_do: (not an angel)

[personal profile] not_as_i_do 2020-09-08 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Now that... is definitely something that's been on my mind." Martin gives Ben a wry smile over the rim of his coffee before taking a sip, foam lodging in the edges of his moustache. He catches it with his lower lip, the gesture segueing into a thoughtful frown.

"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."
not_as_i_do: (totally sane person yep)

[personal profile] not_as_i_do 2020-09-11 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's the other thing that's got me flummoxed," he agrees. "I can't say I've gotten any phantom injuries, but I know a handful of folks who have, and ... it makes me wonder if I should start looking into quantum theories a bit more."

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.
not_as_i_do: (exsqueeze me?)

[personal profile] not_as_i_do 2020-09-14 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"It .... may? I'm really not certain, but it seems like the closest thing my mind can come up with." His eyes widen and he raises his eyebrows in an exaggerated 'yikes' sort of face before continuing quietly. "As if, I don't know, this saber of yours exists in some other dimension out there and just ... slipped through some weird leak. It all starts to sound like something out of Star Trek after long enough, and that's about when I stop thinking about it and just start reminding myself to only take what's in front of me at face value. Conjecture's just ... too much, at this point, I think. We'd need to know more."

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!"
not_as_i_do: (this pleases the crazy)

[personal profile] not_as_i_do 2020-09-28 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
He nodded in response to the remark about conjecture, more focused now on the story of the laser saber. "Playing on the job, Ben, tsk tsk." He winked. "What exactly did you learn?"
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[personal profile] not_as_i_do 2020-09-29 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
The grin is infectious. "I hope you didn't burn yourself on it, then. It sounds like the sort of thing people pretend sticks are as children. No wonder you're having fun learning about it. ... All I've had to the day are a couple of new memories. No items randomly appearing."
not_as_i_do: (exsqueeze me?)

[personal profile] not_as_i_do 2020-10-03 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
There's nothing wrong with adults enjoying toys. He had a colleague who legitimately had one of those little putting greens in his office, after all. He was about to mention it when Ben asked about the memories, and that switched his train of thought to another track without hesitation.

"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."
not_as_i_do: (this pleases the crazy)

[personal profile] not_as_i_do 2020-10-13 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Cutting someone in half." His eyes widen. It should be a moment of shock, of disgust. Why does he, then, feel so damned interested, instead?

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."