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[here is the quick rundown: we've been here before. it's best not to wander far.]

WHO: Major Lilywhite
WHERE: Throughout the village
WHEN: Mid-August
OPEN TO: OTA, Specific starters for folks
WARNINGS: N/A

ota - arrival
It starts with the fountain: the rush of water, the stab of cold, the urgency of movement. There's a strange tingling in the back of his mind, like trying to grasp at smoke as muscles seem to tap into some kind of familiarity with his movements. It's like they've done this before, but don't remember how, or when, or why.

He knows to swim up, towards the light. He knows to break the surface of the water.

Instead of blindly panicking at the burst of oxygen in his lungs, he instead treads the fountain, head turning this way and that, like he's trying to make sense of it all. But not in the rabid way most people coming through the fountain seem to go about things; instead, the proverbial smoke wafting from his ears indicates that he's trying to complete a puzzle without all of the pieces. They're just out of his reach, just beyond his fingertips. But he knows that they're there.

He hoists himself up over the lip of the fountain, swinging his legs over to plant his feet on the ground. Even that carries a familiar sensation he doesn't quite understand. He lets his legs do the walking with a mind of their own, and he travels the pathways with confidence and assuredness.

He might be seen in various parts of the village, staring at the sky or the trees or a bush, wandering near the riverside, loitering by the inn, contemplating how all of this feels like a homecoming when the only home he can assuredly remember is Seattle.

for liv - a few days after arrival
The memory loss begins to fade with each change in angle from the sun overhead, and though he spends his first few nights outside (thanks, Boy Scouts!), he eventually finds himself wandering towards the house he and Ravi had shared when he'd last been in the village. He can't believe he's back here, but damn if he isn't excited to see his best friend. (There is the lingering thought that Ravi might be gone, but he won't allow himself to entertain this fear for too long. He has to cling to some kind of hope).

He's not too far off from the cabin when he's struck with a deep hunger pang that seems to reverberate in his rib cage and down to his toes. Crap. He's going to need to find food. But not the normal kind of food he knows he can get at the house or the Inn. He needs a ... different kind of sustenance, one he'd only been starting to worry about when he was last here and the food at the feast tasted like ash in his mouth.

Unwilling to be around another living human being while in his current state, he decides to do what he'd done before: going all Elmer Fudd on the local wildlife, namely squirrels and rabbits. He has a better chance with the former than the latter, so at the sight of one, he lurks in a nearby bush, taking slow and quiet steps towards the unsuspecting creature.

When he's close enough, he pounces, but instead of catching the thing by the torso the way he'd anticipated, he only gets a handful of yanked-out tail fur. With a groan, he lets his forehead hit the ground beneath him, prostrate on his belly in his defeat.

for ravi - once fed
"Luuuuucy! I'm hoooome!" Major announces as he bursts through the door of the cabin he'd called home for some time however many months (years?) ago. He has no idea how long it's been since he'd last set foot in the village, or since he'd last seen "Imposter Ravi," but he knows that he's been gone. If he hadn't been, he wouldn't have come gasping through the fountain the way he had. There's a gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach for how awful it probably was for Ravi, but he hopes he can make it up to him somehow. Maybe he can .. whittle him a figurine. Or .. learn how to knit and make him a new sweater vest.

"Ravi?" he calls out, quietly closing the door behind him as he walks further inside. It almost feels like trespassing, like a B&E, even though this was his home once, too. Things feel .. different enough to make him feel more like a stranger and less like a resident. "Ravi? You here, man?"

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"Were you a doctor, too?" Major asks with a playful smirk. He reaches up to touch his head, as though he'll magically discover some kind of previously undiscovered injury. There's nothing of the sort that he can find. The only noticeable thing - which he hasn't noticed himself yet due to his inability to grow lobster eye stalks - is that he's got a Vanilla Ice thing going on, with a very predominant streak of white hair above his forehead. Very Rogue a la X-Men, but with shorter hair.

"Hmm, no, I think I'm fine there. I just got through the fountain maybe, uh .." He glances up at the sky, trying to rely on the techniques buried somewhere in his brain from his last stint in the village. "Four or five hours ago? I'm not really sure. I tried to learn how to tell time via the sun, but I was honestly never very good at it."

“Mom’s a nurse,” she offers distractedly, checking his face from various angles. “And I’m not as careful as I should be... Well, you don’t look flushed and you seem alert enough. That’s weird though, about the deja vu.” Probably magic, she figures. When weird shit happens in Gotham it’s either chemical or magic, and chemicals show symptoms.

She stands up straight again, no longer inspecting him, and points to her own wrist device.

“This thing’s got a clock, you know.”

"You ever get that? Where you go somewhere or see someone or hear something and you feel like you've gone or saw or heard that thing before? But you can't quite place where, or when, or why? That's .. pretty much what I'm feeling right now. I know things - location of buildings, some of the topography .. and it makes no sense for me to unless I've been here." Major can't go long without making some kind of pop culture joke so he adds on, "Or I'm like Phoebe from Charmed, and I've forgotten all of my premonitions of this place."

He gives the area another sweeping, half-scrutinizing glance. Nothing overtly unusual. Aside from young women hanging in trees.

He looks to her wrist before inspecting his own. Something about this clicks.

"Wait. Does this thing send ... messages? Or something? Like, can people text with this but without the phone?"

She snorts a laugh.

"Can't say I have, but nice chick show reference." He definitely doesn't look like the kind of guy who watches Charmed. If anything he looks more like a quarterback, which keeps Steph very much aware of the distance between them and the range of the various weapons hidden on her person. She's paranoid these days.

"Yeah, exactly like that. Around the same character limit, too."

"Ex-cuse me? Did you just call Charmed a "chick show?" For real? That show was excellent, and it was meant for everyone, regardless of gender!" Major humphs, even though he's not nearly as offended as he's pretending. Honestly, he never really gave much of a hoot about what was considered "manly" or anything of the sort. Sure, he played football, he worked out, he participated in a lot of "masculine" past times, but he was also the only guy in his major (Social Work), very in touch with his feelings, and was unafraid to cry whenever the mood struck him.

Not exactly the poster child for breaking gender barriers, but he's trying! Geez!

"That sounds .. vaguely familiar. I think .. I think I used it once, before I .. disappeared. Went home, I mean. Uh. I guess this is technically home now? I mean Seattle. Went back to Seattle. Which is .. also home." He shakes his head as though to reset his brain and his train of thought. "Anyway, I think I remember this. I remember talking to some of the other villagers, some of whom I didn't meet before." He fiddles with the wristband a little, now suddenly aware of how it hangs on his wrist.

"I wonder if hearing about or thinking about things that happened or happen here makes my memory come back." He looks to her, encouraging her with a "come on" kind of hand gesture. "Throw something else at me. Something else about .. the place, or the people, or something. Maybe it'll trigger something."

"I did, and it is." She hailed from the magical year of 2004, before Charmed finally ended. Still, she respected anyone who wasn't ashamed of what they liked... even if she would tease them relentlessly for it.

"Uhh... I dunno, I haven't been here that long? I heard there were earthquakes a while ago, and something about virtual reality that didn't make a whole lot of sense."

Major scoffs again with feigned disbelief and insult, but he eventually gives in, throwing in a disgusted and resigned sigh for good measure. He shakes his head as though he's still coming to grips with this new revelation. He was well out of college and dating Liv at the time that the show was on-air, and it was a shared interest between the two of them. Maybe that's why he's finding himself defending the show more than he normally would, because of the attached memories. Especially of Liv.

Especially of them together, before it all went to zombie shit.

Right. No more of that, for now. Otherwise he might start getting ... weepy.

"Earthquakes. Huh. I don't remember that happening, but - virtual reality? That seems - wait, the stuff here, it's like .. antiquated, right? Old? I have this vague memory of getting electricity in the house I lived in, and being like, SUPER stoked about it."

Yes, enough of that. She'll enjoy getting a rise out of him much more once she actually knows him.

"Oh yeah, totally! Not a lot of tech beyond the watches. Not a lot of anything, really. Everyone gardens and fishes and hunts for food, so it's like a nature retreat, but less fun. And some really weird animals, too. I was in the woods the other day and I swear to god I saw a cat with peacock feathers instead of fur."

"Yeah! People have like, rabbit traps and whatever, right? I .. sorta remember trying to hunt, but having a really hard time with it. I kept feeling bad every time I tried to shoot something. There was - hey, do you know if there's still someone named Wanda here?" Major remembers her trying to teach him how to hunt, how to shoot straight. She took the city-raised boy and tried turning him into Davy Crockett.

He wasn't a great study, but he tried his hardest. She also helped to teach him how to train Minor.

"Cat with peacock feathers. That ... sounds about right. I remember something about magical foxes the last time I was here."

"God, me too? But I'm sort of getting over it." It was way easier from a distance than trapping an animal and having to kill it up close.

"I dunno about a Wanda, but I still haven't met... most people here." She shrugs sheepishly.

"I've been kinda caught up in my own stuff."

"I got a gold star for effort, but I wasn't great on the follow-through most of the time. Luckily, a lot of other people, if I remember right, were willing to help out in that regard. I could do other stuff, like manual labor, so even though hunting wasn't really My Thing, I could contribute elsewhere." The more Major talks about all of this, about his prior life in the village, the more he seems to feel it solidifying. It's like he's slipping back into a previously discarded skin, like .. reverse molting.

Gross. But at least it's making him feel less crazy.

He nods in response to her being caught up and not knowing Wanda. Wanda did mostly keep to herself. She had that mysterious air about her.

"How long have you been here?" He thinks to ask about what "stuff" she means, but he doesn't want to pry. He hopes that he's presenting her with his very genuine sense of, 'I'm here if you wanna talk,' and that she'll take him up on it if she feels the need to.

If he has amnesia he’s recovering quickly. Steph’s more amused by that than his explanation.

She has to think about his question for a minute. She’s spending more time out and about, but the days still seem to blur together like they did when she was sleeping all the time. Her ‘stuff’ was pretty all-consuming still.

“Close to a month, I think?”

"Time is .. weird here, isn't it? Like .. it exists but doesn't at the same time." Major can remember that very clearly. He was constantly guessing at how much time he'd been there, how long it had been since the last random disaster. The changing seasons helped - especially given that it seemed to be similar to the seasons back in Seattle - but he always sort of felt like he was guessing most of the time. He thought to pull that old timey prison trick, where he scratched a line for every day that passed but .. by the time he'd thought of it, days had passed, and he had no idea how many.

Maybe he should do that now. Somewhere. Huh. Something to think about.

"Did anyone from your home come with you or are you flying solo?"

"I guess." She shrugged. She'd played around with her watch enough that she could remember the date it displayed her first day here. She could count the days... but she doesn't really care enough.

"From home? No." Just the thought is enough to make her a little dizzy. She can't face anyone she knows from home. She can only sort of face people she's never met before.

"It's just me."

"Having this thing is .. relatively new, I think," Major says, holding his wrist up to expose the band. "I remember it showing up right before I was back in Seattle. We definitely didn't have these when I first got here."

His head tilts in consideration for a silent moment.

"Relieved that no one from home is here?"

"Remembering a lot now, huh?" It's hard not to think that maybe he was just messing with her before, but that seems... well, dumb.

She looks away at the question, shrugging defensively and shoving her hands in her pockets.

"They wouldn't be much help, with the stuff and all."

"The more we keep talking about stuff, the more I'm remembering. It's like ... I needed to hear bits and pieces of stuff in order to spark whatever's been lying around up here in the fog," Major says, tapping his knuckles against the side of his head a few times.

"The stuff. I won't pry, because it's not my place, and you certainly don't owe me an explanation. But .. I get .. what it means to have a lot of stuff going on. So much stuff. All the time. Never-ending stuff."

"Well, I'm glad I could help. Even if my 'stuff' card is a little full right now." It sounds like Major has plenty of his own stuff as well. Which is just as well, because all the prying in the world wouldn't get her to talk about hers.

"Do you know about meals at the inn? They aren't all the time but they last all day... if you forget to eat sometimes."

"I hear you. My "stuff" card was full back in Seattle, so I can only imagine that sorta thing just followed me here. Though .. I guess .. it depends on who's here with me. And who isn't." Major would never blame her, nor does he, but all of this "stuff" started because of Liv. He, Ravi, and Peyton were thrown into the mix because they all love and care for her, but he can't help but wonder ..

He suddenly remembers something else, at the mention of food. His eyes go wide for half a second, but he does his best to try and conceal it with a non-chalant sort of air.

"Right, I remember .. they had a lot of rabbit stews at the Inn. Right?" He switches gears for a second, trying to act casual. "Hey, this is a weird question, but uh, do I have a .. white streak? In the front of my hair? Like, right around here?" he asks, pointing at the very obvious white streak he can't quite see.

She raises an eyebrow. He seems awfully excited about food.

“Uh, yeah. Not a fashion statement?” She’s seen weirder, so she can’t really judge. He should count himself lucky he doesn’t have Killer Croc’s skin problem.

".. You think I did that? On purpose? Like Vanilla Ice?" Major makes a bit of a face and shakes his head. "I'm insulted. But .. uh. That's ... good to know. About .. you know, the hair." It's as he feared; he's come back half-zombie. Or, at least, in the early stages of becoming a full zombie.

Great.

"Thanks for your help, with .. you know. All of this. You haven't by chance seen an Indian guy with a luscious beard and a British accent anywhere, have you? Has a thing for sweater vests?"

"Hey, I don't know you, I don't know your style." She shrugged, clearly indicating that his growing resemblance to Vanilla Ice was not her problem.

People around town, however, are her problem, as potential threats and potential victims.

"We don't really have a lot of sweater vests around here..." She wracks her brain. "I do remember a guy with a beard, could be Indian. I dunno about the accent."

"No, but .. really? You think I'd -- no, it's okay, nevermind." Major realizes she's got a point, even if his ego's a tad bruised. He wants to go in about how Vanilla Ice stole that track from Queen despite the rapper's protests, but .. he'll save that for another time.

Relief washes over his face at the news of Ravi still loitering around town. He visibly relaxes and exhales his anxiety.

"Okay. Okay, good. He's still here. I .. have to remember where we lived when I was still here, but .. I .. can find him. I'm just glad to hear he's here still. Even if that does sorta suck for him."

"Does it? It's been kind of a vacation for me." Not even considering that she came here straight out of a city-destroying gang war, this place is a whole lot safer than Gotham ever was.

"You can probably start at the inn, work your way out. Do you remember how to get there?"

Major quirks a brow at that admission. It's not a terrible place to be, that's for sure, especially with how things in Seattle were starting to pan out between the humans and the zombies - not to mention the beginnings of a brain shortage and the black market that came along with it - but Major wouldn't call this place a vacation, exactly. It's mostly his pile of First World Problems of not being able to unwind with some mindless scrolling on the Internet, playing some video games with Ravi, that sort of thing.

He didn't even get into the whole Candy Crush trend back when it came out, but like hell if he wouldn't play the crap out of it if he had the ability to now.

"That's a good plan. The Inn. Huh. The Inn, the Inn .." he starts repeating, turning around a few times, trying to get his bearings. He points in a direction.

It's the wrong direction.

"This way?"

Edited 2018-08-15 02:14 (UTC)

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:') I just had to google football positions

i'm so sorry. i'm so sorry for making you do that.

why do i play jock girls

i ask myself this every time i write major .. but with guys instead of girls lol

the boys I play are all dorks or prissy :')))

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