7 - (75% droning) Failed attempts at living simple lives, simple lives

[ivysgarden]

Action - 508 Ricardo Street

[There was... nothing weird today, nothing to be alarmed about. At least not as far as Pamela Laufeyjarson was concerned. She'd woken up to cook some kind of breakfast for her kids, like she did every day.

She'd cleaned around the house while they were still asleep. Like every day.
She had woken them up, then walked over to wake up her husband, too. Loki needed to get ready if he was going to get to work in time. He had always been a light sleeper, too, so that shouldn't take long.

Like every day.

... Then what was that feeling on her chest? That bothering, nagging feeling that wouldn't let her alone, wouldn't let her breathe at times. What were those flashes-




A kiss. A green clown she hated. A red clown she loved.

Ivy.

...What were those?]


[Phone]

This city... this town is- it really is our town, right? Even with the milk, the trouble it causes...

...I have always been living in here, haven't I?

Maybe I should pay the doctor a visit...


[Action - various]

[Flower shop. Streets. Her garden. Just shopping... You'll find Ivy doing her daily routine- or what she thinks it's her daily routine. She seems normal most of the time... the slightly antisocial, but still overall really nice and definitely plant-crazed neighbor that's been living in the city all her life.

At times, though... she'll just stop. Looking up, frowning... as if there was something she was trying to remember, she knew she was about to remember... but couldn't quite put her finger on it.]

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Phone

[mansfirsttrap.livejournal.com]

I... I don't know.

I don't know... I don't know what is true and what isn't...

[There is a tone in his voice that would ping anybody of what it sounds like. Fear. Confusion. Anger. Enkidu tried to piece the things in his mind but there are two conflicting images-- two conflicting people in his mind that is battling it out.

So naturally, he doesn't know what to do. He is scared and most of all, going mad.]

P-Pam... Pamela... this is Pamela... isn't it? Please, tell me who I am!

Phone

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

Yes, I'm Pamela.

[She can definitely feel that tone on his voice, the fear and confusion. He seems to be more far gone than she is...]

Endiku. You're Endiku.

Phone

[mansfirsttrap.livejournal.com]

Enkidu... yes. That's right... That's right... that's my name-- KEH!

[There will be a loud thumping sound heard. The phone on his side has hit the floor and all that can be heard was him mumbling to himself. Incoherent things for the most part.]

Wh-what is happening to me?! What is-- aaaagh! Why am I doubting myself? I was born and raised here... but the hot sands of Uruk. The earth that made my body-- I lived with nature so how could I even-- AAAAAGH!

[Then there will be the sounds of many animals making noises. Dogs barking, cats hissing, birds squawking and other things amongst a very loud and pained scream.]

Just... who am I?!

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

Sweetheart...

[It almost hurts to hear him like that. She's been having some nagging... memories, some dis-pleasant feelings about how wrong all of this was, how much she was forgetting. But that guy... that poor guy seemed to be on the verge of breaking down.]

You need to calm down. Do you have anybody with you?

[mansfirsttrap.livejournal.com]

Anybody? Sa... Satori. My daughter Satori and my son, Emil-- But they aren't my children, I never had children. I never had a family. Why do I feel like this?! They aren't mine but they are? My wife... I don't even know my wife!

[Thumping noises will be heard on his end of the phone now as well as several things breaking.]

GET OUT OF MY HEAD! GET OUT!! YOU HAVE NO PLACE BEING THERE!

[Action - Various]

[notasidedick]

[Dick seems to be grocery shopping or something. But he seems to be having some internal fight. He's frowning a bit as he stares at the colorful boxes of cereal. As though they were reminding him of something he shouldn't be thinking about.]

That's not right...

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

I know, right? [Pamela was apparently looking over his shoulder, smiling] The box is almost empty... it's practically stealing isn't it?

[notasidedick]

Pamela! [He breaks into a smile.] It's great to see you. [That sounded so wrong. He stands upright though.] The box? Oh.

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

It's nice to meet you, too. How's my favorite coworker? [...wrong. Wrong. Something's not- but she remembers.

She remembers.]

[notasidedick]

Ex-coworker. You know I work at the high school now. I'm. I've been better. [This doesn't feel right. He likes Pamela. But he doesn't

He can only vaguely recall something nagging in the back of his mind.]

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[Walking by the house....and runs over.]

Pam....RED!

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

[Welp, that takes her by surprise but she manages to keep her balance.]

...Wait, what did you call me?

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

Your name silly.

[Happy grin.]

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

...Right.

[She's still wary, like something Harley said triggered... memories. Or feelings. It's quickly gone though.]

Have you been alright today? People keep complaining about feeling... uneasy.

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah? Oh those are probably the fake memories everyone's getting. Towns being NUTS again.

[Psh, going to the school prom with Crane. She didn't even know him back then.]

action - various

[xuffasch]

_{( When Damian passes the flower shop, he'll stop and stare at her for the longest time, like he's trying very hard to figure something out. )}

Wait a minute--.

_{( /%50 )}

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

[Pam just... waves at him with a raised eyebrow, wondering if something is wrong.]

Did you need anything from me, Damian, sweetheart?

[xuffasch]

Sweetheart? You're going to regret that--

<sub>( and then he cuts himself off. what is he doing? she's always acts like that, since they've known each other as long as he's been alive.

wait. is that right? )</sub>

N-no. I don't need anything.

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

[She raises an eyebrow at his reaction... the motions for him to come closer]

Are you sure? Is everything alright? You know I do not like it when you lie to me, little-

[Wayne]

-Damian.

[xuffasch]

_{( The entire time he's just staring at her, like she's an incredibly difficult puzzle he can't figure out. )}

I need to go, woma--Mrs. Laufeyjarson.

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

[It's their house, morning. Loki wakes up to his wife shaking him awake.

Wait...not his wife. His fake-wife.

...but he remembers, they got married. It was a spectacle, he'd thought it was hilarious...

No, no, no, that wasn't how people got married. You didn't do it in a church, and brides wore red, not white!]

...Pam...?

...does this mean we're talking again?

[They weren't talking...because he'd slept with her while she was acting different, on that father-holiday. Right?

But had that really happened? Father's day...Father's day had gone wonderfully. She'd made a huge breakfast, and he'd taken the kids out for a drive...

What had really happened? Loki couldn't tell.]

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

...Why wouldn't we be talking?

[It flashes on her mind. Embarrassment. Anger. Humiliation.

...But she quickly disregards the idea. Loki and her were... special, sure. Both of them had quickly bonded over mischief- some would say he was what brought the worst of Pam out.

But she still loved him, somehow. In her own special way.




Didn't she?]

If this is an excuse to skip work again, love, you'll have to think of a better one. [She stands up] Breakfast is ready.

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

[He sits up, bemused. Part of him is telling him that this is his wife, the best friend and partner in trouble he married with no regrets, and that she is acting perfectly normal.

Another part of him is setting off warning bells. Every time Pamela acts oddly, it ends badly. It always seems to end well, but then it comes back to bite him. Not this time. This time, he is wise to the game. He stands up and puts his hands on his not-wife's shoulders.]

Pam. Hey, Pam. I need you to look and tell me: what am I doing right now?

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

[She raises an eyebrow and wraps her arms around his waist out of instinct. But as soon as she does that she feels... uncomfortable. Like there was something off, like she wasn't supposed to allow him to get this close.

(the one time he got close, he'd used her like all men-)

No. It was her husband. And they had been close countless times by now. Way more close than this. This... this was completely normal.]

You're being kind of weird. And definitely not getting ready for work.

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

[DAMN HE IS TEMPTED. He'd just have to wait until evening, after work, and --

--no. No no no, she'd never talk to him again and it would take much more than a plant to make up for taking advantage of her twice. And this time, he's very sure it's the town's fault. It's messing with him, too.

He taps her on the nose, then pulls away.]

You mean you haven't noticed? I am very clearly not taking advantage of the situation.