as_damaged | ☤ seventeen

Pardon?

Sounds like it's working to me. Turn it upside down over a heat source for a bit.

Oh, the-- No, I didn't do anything to it, I just...

This might be a weird question, but- where am I?

[Pauuuse. Interrupted only by a soft clearing of his throat]

Um. I don't know, yet. Can you press the button with a camera on it? Turns your video on.

Like this.

[Awkward wave. Hiii, Cameron.]

[After a little shuffling, have a Cameron. A somewhat smaller, shorter-haired Cameron, but a Cameron nonetheless.]

That work?

[If '...' were an expression, Chase would be wearing it.]

Cameron?

[She takes a minute to search his face. Nope, no recollection.]

I'm sorry-- do I know you?

Your hair is... [Different. Lighter. He clears his throat again, blinking like he's the gawky teenage deer in the headlights.] I like your hair.

[The mental instruction to get it together is a silent one, but te way he straightens himself up is entirely visible.]

Chase. [Wait.] Robert. Doctor Robert Chase.

Thanks?

[Not that she doesn't appreciate the compliment, but it's a little unprompted, from her point of view. Still, even if Chase is pinging her as a little odd, he at least seems to know what's going on. Also...]

How did you know my name?

I've [help] seen you around?

Uh-huh.

[Some things have not changed. Such as her look of skepticism.]

[Busted, as usual. That even makes him grin a bit, sheepishly.]

Listen, I think I know where you are. But where were you before?

I was out with some people last night... I woke up here, I thought maybe I'd crashed in a friend's room at first.

[She looks a little flustered. Waking up in strange places is not the norm for Allison Cameron, especially not remembering where she was or how she'd gotten there. Everything seems a little fuzzy right now.]

So I came outside, but... I don't recognize this at all.

[She went out and got smashed? Well that's a turn up. And this is Chase taking an educated guess.]

Looks like they played a trick on you. You need to stop hanging out with the kids on their derma-holiday rotation, nobody actually expects them to work when they get up in the morning.

Was it apartment 342?

[She didn't get smashed. She doesn't think. Generally she's very careful to keep in control of herself if she drinks, which is why this is so strange. She looks a little surprised that he guessed it.]

Yeah-- do you know whose it is?

[He went to med school, too. It is always the kids on their dermatology rotation.]

It belongs to the college. They let it out to temporary lecturers... in fact a colleague of mine has the lease right now. Told you I'd seen you around.

You should probably go back up there.

[That... makes less sense than he wants it to make. Well, she's willing to grasp at straws a little, when the only other explanation involves alternate dimensions. She's a little doubtful, though, and who could blame her?]

I should really be getting home...

[Damn. Chase ducks out of sight, hunting down his keys.]

You'll have a way to go. Got any money for the bus?

Is there a bus stop? I've hardly seen any cars...

[Not an answer to the question. She found some money on the dresser. It was colorful and fake-looking and she left it where it was.]