The Perk- Saturday morning

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Jaina had pieced together a few clues about today, but not nearly enough. She hadn't found any kind of ID, and she hadn't found anything on her phone yet to give her a name. She was wearing a wedding ring, but she was alone and there wasn't any guys' stuff in the apartment she'd woken up on, so maybe she was separated? She clearly had to take more pictures to give herself an idea of what her life was like.

She'd gone out, kind of hoping that if she stopped in at some place like the coffee shop, maybe they might recognize her, but even the baristas seemed confused. So Jaina got a cup of coffee and sat by the window, feeling uncomfortable with the dawning realization that she could feel everyone else's discomfort and confusion.

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Fred didn't know who he was (Boomerang), why he was wearing this goofy costume covered in boomerangs (he skipped his first class to take an out of town job and got back late so he just fell asleep on his couch), or why nobody spoke in a reasonable accent like his (America), but he did know one thing: coffee smelled great.

Once he got a cup, he took a seat and called out to the woman by the window in case she knew anything about why he was here or who he was or anything like that. "Hey, lady. Just checking, do you know what's up with this place?"

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"Yeah, it serves coffee," Jaina said.

She might not know who she was, but the snark was at least everpresent.

[thisguyright.livejournal.com]

"Oh right, people are the worst! I forgot that somehow. Thanks for the reminder," Fred said, toasting her with his coffee cup.

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"Anytime," she said, toasting back. "I have no idea. I was hoping someone here would know but it's not looking very likely."

[thisguyright.livejournal.com]

"That's what I figured. Well, I'm willing to write off everything before today as probably terrible," Fred decided. "That means we start off winning over that other crap. Take that, The Past." He even turned around and shook a boomerang behind him to really emphasize that the past could go screw.

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"Why do you have boomerangs?" Jaina wondered.

Also why was he dressed like that, but whatever.

[thisguyright.livejournal.com]

"Why don't you?" Fred checked. "As far as I can tell, a lot of people have them." A third of the population of the room was a lot.

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"I don't know a lot of things right now, but I'm extremely confident that that is not true," she said. "What do you use them for?"

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"Throwing," Fred answered.

Ask a stupid question, or at least a question someone could pretend was stupid....

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"At what?"

She was honestly curious and it bothered her. But boomerangs.

[thisguyright.livejournal.com]

"At whatever," Fred said, tossing the boomerang behind him without even looking. It made a turn, knocked over a napkin dispenser, turned again, and returned to his hand.

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"Did you mean to knock that over?" she asked.

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"If I didn't, then I wouldn't have been throwing it at anything," Fred pointed out.

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"Because it could have been an accident," Jaina said. "I can't believe I don't even know my name and I'm arguing about boomerangs."

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"We could call you BoomerAngie," Fred suggested helpfully.

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"And what's your name supposed to be, then?" said someone who maybe didn't object to Angie if it meant not having any name?

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"I found an ID at what I'm guessing was my home that says I'm Fred," Fred said. It was an Assassin's Guild membership card. He would not be showing it off! "So let's go with that for now."

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"All right, well, it's good to meet you, Fred," Jaina said, kind of wishing he'd at least set the napkin dispenser right.