What a strange, strange man

[myfedorarocks]

WHO: Twitch (Dr. Grant)
WHAT: Twitch is new here. He has no idea what's going on, but he's going to be exploring and doing some reading.
WHERE: The cave, specifically the library
WHEN: Immediately after his arrival (April 10th)

This place was strange. Stranger than the facility on the island had been. At least then, it had felt familiar, even if he hadn't understood why he knew his way around the facility. But this wasn't something completely knew, and on top of that, his dream hadn't been real? But that part... that part made sense.

They hadn't told him what the accident had involved. Maybe it was what made him like this, unsure of what was going on. Unsure of even his own name. The name "Allen Grant" held nothing for him. But then, "Twitch" had been something the children in his dream had called him because of his ever present nervous tick. It had been something he enjoyed, a name more real sounding than anything else, but he didn't exactly want to get in trouble for calling himself something that he was told wasn't real.

Twitch was a much better name for himself, because he would be a terrible doctor. His hands shook all the time. About the only time he was able to hold them steady was... well. He hadn't exactly found a consistent manner in which he was able to hold his hands steady.

It must have been a terrible accident, though, for him to not remember his name. To not have a name even in his dream. How many years had he been in the hospital? The photograph of him was quite old and he did look younger, maybe by ten years or so.

His head hurt, and the place was making him disoriented and confused. It was why he found himself, after a long time, at the library. Maybe he could find something here. Something about the city as it used to be, before the Disaster. Maybe he could find some newspaper clippings about himself here. About what made him into this scared, nervous wreck of a man. About the accidents. Anything at all.

He had been told he was respected, surely he was well liked enough that there would be something?

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[littlealienguy]

Jonas had been a constant fixture in the library since he'd woken up in this strange place. He'd down quite a bit of research but felt even more lost. There was a lot of information...just no real way to put it together.

It was about time he took a break. He stood up from the console and stretched a bit before looking around. That's when he spotted the rather distressed looking man who'd just entered. He immediately walked over and put out a hand. "Hey, are you alright?"

[myfedorarocks]

"Yeah," Twitch said, smiling slightly, voice low, rubbing at his head. "I'm... I'm always like this." He knew the twitching didn't look too good. Even the children who had been afraid of him had picked up on it, though they were too afraid to approach him. "I'm just... looking for information."

[littlealienguy]

Jonas knew a thing or two about getting odd looks, plus his training as a diplomat helped him to keep a steady expression. That is, until he smiled at what the man had come here for. "I think we all are at this point. Would you like to sit down first?" He asked, still concerned.

[myfedorarocks]

He nodded, a bit shyly, sitting down, hands folded into his lap. "Sorry, it's... it's my brain. Doesn't work really well." He figured it was self evident, but he wanted to prove that he was competent and coherent enough to be able to say so himself. Maybe not quite able to take care of himself by continuing to be a doctor, but he hoped he'd be able to do something.

[littlealienguy]

"I don't think any of us are running quite up to top shape since we awoke." Jonas said, reassuringly, though he did understand what the man meant. He, with his increased brain capacity, was feeling lost so he couldn't imagine what the other man was going through. "I'll help you look if you like. My name's John." Normally he would have given both names but he didn't want to confuse him.

[myfedorarocks]

He nodded. "Thanks, John, any help would be appreciated."

[littlealienguy]

"Of course! Where would you like to start?" Jonas asked. In truth, he could use a break from his own research as his even his brain was getting tired trying to take it all in.

[myfedorarocks]

"Uh," Twitch paused, thinking. "Anything about myself in the records. Things that would be public record." He couldn't very well dig through hospital records without having a clue where the hospital he was at was. "Anything about my accident." He wasn't sure where to begin. If it was possible to find out at all.

[littlealienguy]

"Finding public records of an accident shouldn't be too hard." Jonas stood up and waved over to one of the computer terminals. "If you want to join me, we can search together. I prefer books myself but it seems like these terminals are the way to go in this place."

[myfedorarocks]

"I wish it was easier to look up. But I guess we should be grateful that there are any records at all," he said. But now came the whole looking for information thing. He had a feeling he knew why he hadn't been told what had happened exactly. It wasn't that no one knew so much as no one wanted to tell him. "I just hope that there's something, you know?"

[littlealienguy]

Jonas nodded. "Something is better then being in the dark." Once they were both seated by the terminal, he started with a simple records search. "What's your name?"

[myfedorarocks]

"Grant. Allen Grant," he said. "I haven't found much. Just something about me being hospitalized. Nothing to go on." He didn't think that there was even an explanation that he would find. Maybe in the city proper he could break into the hospital, and...

"I just need something to go by. Something that isn't a newspaper clipping."

[littlealienguy]

"We'll find something." Jonas said in his most reassuring tone as he typed in the name and let the computer get to work. "I think we all need some reassure about our lives here." He could sympathize. All he'd been able to find was descriptions of his research, never the research itself. He could only hope that it was waiting for him in this mysterious city.

[myfedorarocks]

"It seems weird, doesn't it? Why would the information be so limited?" he asked. "I mean I wouldn't expect to find information that's not common knowledge, but so much of what the database has seems to be fairly vague." Maybe it was intentional on the part of the people who ran the Cave, he couldn't be sure.

But it bothered him just the same, and he was glad to meet someone else who had noticed how little information was actually available.