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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2017 9:14 pm
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Oliver was, uncharacteristically, passed right the ******** out.
He hadn't gone through his phone contacts in the new world, because he hadn't felt any real reason to; aside from the weird slip ups with Elliot and the fact that things were obviously different, it never dawned on him that there might be people he didn't know that the other him did. Suffice to say, even if there had been, he sure as hell wouldn't have picked such a gaudy ringtone.
He didn't recognize the name either, as he groggily grabbed his phone and inspected the caller ID, but if the ringtone was customized... "Hello...?" He sounded like he had just woken up, mostly because he absolutely had.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2017 4:41 pm
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"I—yeah, of course." He took a deep breath and hung up, also still wondering about that staff basement and why he would have left his Imitrex there in the first place (sure, convenience, but he had a bag).
After about thirty minutes of running around, getting dressed, doing necessary google searches and talking to the right people, he found out that he worked at some comic book venue (what) that also sold trading cards and the like (whaaat), and that said place of work was a fifteen minute bus ride away. He got there looking presentable enough, but also a little like hell.
Which, realistically, was pretty normal. Except he entered the establishment like a lost child who was completely unsure of everything he was supposed to be doing.
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2017 11:05 pm
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Cid pushed himself up to stand, patting at his well worn jeans and straightening his shirt up. He was not tall and was, in fact, short (because five foot four was smol). He was blonde at the moment, winter beard in place, and raked a hand through his hair to get his bangs out of his eyes after he adjusted his glasses.
"If you say so, Ollie." His head tilted towards the back, through all the displays to where the counter was (and the staff basement door). "You definitely look the same you did when it happened, I think ..." There's a squint, a hard once over, before Cid shrugs and gestures for Ollie to follow. "You can take it easy today, if that'll help. Just got in some comics and you can put those out in the bins."
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2017 10:42 pm
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Cid looked fabulous for his thirties, thanks.
If the basement door (which read STAFF TURF) was unnerving, Ollie was probably especially bothered by the giant Cthulhu statue that had a santa hat on it still.
Soon there would be little cupid wings on it and hearts.
"I can never tell if you're being a smart-a**, sarcastic, or genuinely have some kind of brain trauma ..." Not knowing what he was talking about. Cid pulled a tablet from behind the counter, one that had the shop's inventory and organization system on it. (There was, if he looked, actually quite a lot about the store and how it was run on there.)
"I'll grab the boxes, you pull up the shipping manifest." His fingers tapped at the air, a gesture for Ollie to get going on the tablet. "If you hadn't been in, I was going to give Jamie a call to make sure you weren't dead in a ditch somewhere."
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