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[hench_wench]

We stole this shit from Bakerstreet and we ain't even sorry.

Comments

1,

[thatboyisamonster]

Who . . . Who are you?

[hench_wench]

[She's disoriented and it's too bright. It takes her a while to get her thoughts in order enough to realize he asked a question.]

Uh. I'm, uh.

[Oh here it is, on her shirt.]

Harleen.

[thatboyisamonster]

That is a strange name.

[hench_wench]

"Loki." So's yours.

Where are-- How did we get here? How long?

[thatboyisamonster]

Loki . . .

I do not know. I do not know anything.

[hench_wench]

[Gets up, a little unsteady on her feet, and looks around.]

I don't either.

... I guess we live together?

[thatboyisamonster]

We live in a box?

[hench_wench]

One bed. One couch. One bathroom. Two people.

[sits on the couch]

So. Hi.

[thatboyisamonster]

. . . Hello.

[hench_wench]

I guess we must be friends. Do you remember anything?

[thatboyisamonster]

Not at all. Yourself?

[hench_wench]

Nope. [flops over. aaaall the couch for her.] Maybe there's nothing to remember.

[thatboyisamonster]

That's impossible. We should know something beyond our names. We're far too old for this to be normal.

[hench_wench]

I don't s'pose you have any convenient tattoos of your life story, do you?

[thatboyisamonster]

None that I can see on myself. Should I strip?

[hench_wench]

On the first date? How scandalous.

[thatboyisamonster]

I do not believe this is much of a date, considering our, ah, condition.

[hench_wench]

... Could be prison? But that doesn't seem right either.

[thatboyisamonster]

No prison should be like this. . . I don't think.

[hench_wench]

This is ... frustrating I don't know anything.

[thatboyisamonster]

[ looking around ]

There does not seem to be any exits. What are we meant to do here?

[hench_wench]

[Wow, I don't like any answer to that question.]

Uh. Stare at each other?

[thatboyisamonster]

. . .

Think deeper.

[hench_wench]

I'd rather not.

[thatboyisamonster]

Fair enough.

[hench_wench]

Welp. What should we do?

[thatboyisamonster]

I do not know. We have no tools and no memories.

[hench_wench]

Just you and me. Well, at least you're cute.

[thatboyisamonster]

Am I?

[hench_wench]

Yeah. What about me?

[thatboyisamonster]

I suppose you're not terrible-looking.

[hench_wench]

... Well that's probably the best I can get from you.

[thatboyisamonster]

How much did you expect? We are strangers after all.

[hench_wench]

So then let's not be strangers anymore.

[thatboyisamonster]

. . . But we are strangers . . .

[hench_wench]

What else have we got to do besides get to know each other?

[thatboyisamonster]

This is true. But we do not know anything about ourselves.

[hench_wench]

We'll get to know about that too. Geez, I hope we like each other. It's gonna suck really hard if we don't get along.

[thatboyisamonster]

I suppose it would.

[hench_wench]

The problem is, what do we talk about? I don't know anything except this room.