[Second] Backdated to the Fourth of July, 75% droned

[midgardserpent]

Jormungandr had been going through the whole day feeling like he was forgetting something incredibly important. His conversations with his wife and children had felt hollow and forced, almost unreal. He tripped over words at unexpected moments for little to know reason...

...and then he would be confronted with images of the ocean, a sense of immense vastness, and an immediate wrongness to... well, everything.

So, in the late afternoon, with still plenty of time before any barbeques or fireworks, he decided to go for a walk. Clear his head. Knock some sense into himself.

And so, on July Fourth, Jormungandr can be found roaming the town, perhaps with a look of vague confusion on his face.

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[how-right-i-am.livejournal.com]

[Lilly is still completely oblivious. She knows types like him, types that are slow to speak. His quietness is working well in his favor as well, since Lilly is the sort of person who will speak to anyone who listens.

She places a hand on her hip and shakes her head.]

Mad things. My name, for one, is Lilly Pendragon. Yet, I've been called Mrs. Crane today...my Mayfield name. Yet, the very next second, my friend called me "Tinto," a rather...annoying nickname. It's something a drone wouldn't know, yes? But at the same time, he acts like he's a drone.

[Yes. All of her use of "they" is really about just one person.]

[midgardserpent]

[He doesn't really know what she means. Two different names? That's strange, it's not... right...

He nods, unable to formulate a response.]