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[neverjedi]

Who: Ben and Open OOC: Feel free to recognize him from daily life or support group!
What: Day In The Life + Memory shit.
When: This week (roughly)
Where: Out and about in the city -his sports arena, coffee shop, jogging, restaurants, museums, antique stores, and a pet store.
Warnings: Probably some cursing at some point, otherwise none.


The first new memory he got - the one shared with Anakin at the arena - had been fairly innocuous. It was also the first of many, and they arrived quickly. The memories themselves were....

Some of the memories were fairly benign, still. Others were less pleasant. A few were truly painful. They still lacked some context, but nowhere near as much. There was enough there now to make him more uncertain in his own sanity and enough there to disrupt his life.

If he'd let them.

He stubbornly refused to do that. He went jogging and got coffee at his favorite shop every single morning. He went to work out on the rink inside the sports arena every day, and three times during the week (MWF) he went into the gym there and worked out. At noon and after he finished teaching he ate at an assortment of small restaurants before going back to the arena to prep for his next exhibition skate.

When he finally made it home to his apartment and cat he passed out almost immediately, though of course he still had repetitive dreams of various memories.

When the weekend rolled around he still went jogging, got his coffee, taught his morning class, and did his private coaching in the afternoon. After all that he went to a small museum, an antique store to browse, and a Pet shop to buy cat food and litter in the evenings.

Then ended up on ice again at the end of it.

He kept living his life at absolute full capacity because he was. not. going. to. stop just because of some stupid memories that didn't even make sense - space travel? aliens? laser swords?.

He just - he wasn't.

Comments

say during the week

[ashenscipher]

Bitterblue would not go a single day without brewing her own coffee - she needed coffee like the French-born young woman she was. It was practically all that was in her blood.

Except for today, when she woke up and her cafepress broke while she was using it. This was the worst omen of her life (possibly aside from this whole Bureau and memory thing).

But she couldn't skip. She quickly dressed - so she would have enough time to stop at a cafe on the way to work.

She skipped over the Starbucks and entered the next shop that looked decently able to produce a quality morning beverage and queued up.

She was in line no more than a minute when the door opened to the cafe tinkled open and someone queued up behind her. Bitterblue glanced back because of the sound of the door bells and then looked forward again without processing the person she saw. Only to turn back around and say.

"Oh, hello, I've seen you before."

Re: say during the week

[neverjedi]

He wasn't quite paying attention to the people in the line he was joining, but her turning around a second time made him do more than glance - it got him to really see her.

And the voice helped, almost as much as being spoken to directly.

He flashed a slight smile and nodded. "Me too. The ... bad government meetings, right?"

[ashenscipher]

"Bad... government...?" Bitterblue looked lost for a moment and she wondered if this was a language thing.

But no, it clicked in her head as she said it out loud.

"Mais oui! Right, right. The bad government meetings. I've seen you before but I haven't been able to introduce myself, yet. I'm Bitterblue." And she held out a hand for him to shake.

[neverjedi]

He took her hand and shook it warmly (and without any bullshit nonsense like too hard or too soft grips). "It's a pleasure." What an interesting name. "My name's Ben - or Obi-Wan if you prefer. I'm sorry I hadn't introduced myself before. Those meetings are... uncomfortable."

[ashenscipher]

Bitterblue nodded in eager agreement. "I do not know what I expected from them, but they are not as comforting as such meetings I have known in the past."

The line advanced in front of Bitterblue so she stepped forward.

"I do not think those meetings are as helpful as the... organizers believe they are."

[neverjedi]

"I've never been to these sorts of meetings before, but from what I understand of them they work best when they foster trust. I don't think many of us trust the organizers."

Which was an understatement, but at least narrowly avoided saying that they actively distrusted them.

There may be someone there who trusted the Bureau? But he hadn't encountered them.

[ashenscipher]

"That's exactly my feelings, too. I do not trust this Bureau- I'd never even heard of them before... Well," she gestured at her head. "The new memory. But where to I go to talk about this or find help? I cannot tell my parents, they would think I lost my mind."

[neverjedi]

"Anakin - he's another one of us - and I are working hard to make some alternative arrangements for a meeting location. We just need to make sure everyone hears about it, without cluing the Bureau in. Would you be comfortable with me having your phone number or email address?" He should really focus more on coffee, maybe, but this is important.

[ashenscipher]

"Ah, bien sûr." She dug around in her purse for her phone.

"This makes me wonder..." she said idly, "... if the network could be hacked?"

[neverjedi]

"I have no idea," he admitted, startled by the question. He looked up from his own phone. "Maybe? Are you thinking that makes it more likely to be used against us or... some way to make it more secure for us?"

[ashenscipher]

"More secure for us," Bitterblue said, still a bit far away in thought.

"Hacking in is the difficult part, encryption is easy."

She looked back up at Obi-Wan, because she was short and everyone was taller than she was.

"I work in cybersecurity and cryptology. A program to give us privacy is not difficult in theory."