six deep-fried tarantulas

[notso-average.livejournal.com]

[Lindsay woke up with a foggy head, and started moving through her day without much concern. Until she left her room and actually started to think...

So now she's walking down the hallway on the fifth floor and she's....confused.and mumbling to herself.]

I'm Lindsay...in the castle...and...huh. Lindsay, castle...nothing.


[open post, her memories be here.]

Comments

[fiveby-five.livejournal.com]

Lindsay? What's the last name?

[OOC: XD Can Faith find the Montana clip?]

[notso-average.livejournal.com]

Monroe.


[sure thing!]

[fiveby-five.livejournal.com]

[watching a tape]

Guess you're from Montana, but living in NYC. Got skills, too.

[notso-average.livejournal.com]

Oh? How do you know?

[fiveby-five.livejournal.com]

'Cause I'm watching a brunette chick live in video. It's got your name on it. You a cop or something?

[notso-average.livejournal.com]

I'm..I'm not sure, really. If it says I am, I must be.

[fiveby-five.livejournal.com]

Not really sure. You're talking up this guy and you down a runner. Sounds kinda like a cop. You want it?

[notso-average.livejournal.com]

Um, yes, yes I would.

[fiveby-five.livejournal.com]

Where?

[notso-average.livejournal.com]

I'm in my room. Fifth floor.

[reallymessedup.livejournal.com]

Lindsay in the castle with a candlestick?

[don't mind the weirdo over there by the wall]

[notso-average.livejournal.com]

[glances over with a smirk]

No candlestick...that I know of. [starts patting her pockets]

[reallymessedup.livejournal.com]

Might be the wrench, then. That thing was always tricky.

[a pause]

...I think.

[notso-average.livejournal.com]

...what are we talking about?

[reallymessedup.livejournal.com]

Clue.

Unless you were talking about something else.

[...waitaminute...]

Who are you?

[notso-average.livejournal.com]

Clue...

[thinks about it...doesn't remember playing it]

Isn't that a game?

[reallymessedup.livejournal.com]

Yeah, with all the cards. And you guess who killed... That guy.

It's a little fuzzy, sorry. I haven't played it in a while. Or... Ever, maybe. It's hard to tell right now.

[notso-average.livejournal.com]

Someone killed someone?! How...okay, well I'm not as grossed out as I feel I should be.

Oh, and I'm Lindsay. That much I know.

[reallymessedup.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well. It's just a game anyway.

Oh, right. I got that part... I'm Kano.

[notso-average.livejournal.com]

Oh, right. In the game.

You did? And nice to meet you Kano.

[dog-the-ripper.livejournal.com]

Would you be Lindsay Monroe?

[ooc: is it OK if she sees the bomb memory?]

[notso-average.livejournal.com]

Yes...I am. Do you know me?

[yup]

[dog-the-ripper.livejournal.com]

I came across this picture bearing your name.

[notso-average.livejournal.com]

A picture? What kind of picture?

[dog-the-ripper.livejournal.com]

It's got an explosion in it. [how...disturbing] And a small crowd running from the blast site.

[notso-average.livejournal.com]

An..explosion? Why am I in a picture of an explosion?!

[dog-the-ripper.livejournal.com]

I don't know...[ain't too interested in finding out, either]

Do you want it?

[notso-average.livejournal.com]

Yes, please. I'm Lindsay Monroe, on the fifth floor.

[dog-the-ripper.livejournal.com]

[there's a knock on your door now, no timeskip needed o7]

[notso-average.livejournal.com]

[and she opens it with a little smile]

Hi.

[dog-the-ripper.livejournal.com]

Good day.

[offers you the picture] I believe this is yours.

[notso-average.livejournal.com]

[takes it] Thank you. Really, thank you.

[flack]

[confused Flack is confused]

Monroe? You alright?

[notso-average.livejournal.com]

[jumps at someone saying her name. Not again...]

Um.. [blinks] Did...you find a picture with my name, too?

[flack]

[uh, what?]

No, Lindsay, we're -- friends. We work together.

[a pause]

Don Flack?

[notso-average.livejournal.com]

[crickets]

...I'm sorry. I-I don't remember you. I don't...remember my work.

[flack]

[another hesitant pause]

Well.

Isn't that perfect.

[notso-average.livejournal.com]

[frowns and gets a bit defensive]

Hey. Didn't do it on purpose, buddy. Think I like this?

[flack]

No, no, you're right. I'm sorry.

[notso-average.livejournal.com]

Of course I'm right.

[flack]

[a laugh] Well, at least your personality didn't go with your memories.

[notso-average.livejournal.com]

Not that I'd know.

[flack]

Yeah, well, I know. If that counts for anything.

[notso-average.livejournal.com]

Well since we're friends and all...if you find any of my memories..could you hold onto them or give them to me? I don't really know what to expect with them.

[flack]

Sure thing. I'll be on the lookout.

[notso-average.livejournal.com]

Thank you...sir.

[flack]

Don. Or Flack. Don't call me sir.

[notso-average.livejournal.com]

Right. Okay. Well thank you.

[flack]

You're welcome.