ArchivedLogs:Memory Brief

Memory Brief
Dramatis Personae Peter, Sage	2013-02-03 '
Location XS Computer Lab
All modernism in contrast to the old-world elegance of most of the mansion, this room has been dragged into the twenty-first century wholeheartedly. Rows of top-of-the-line computers provide internet access to any students who lack their own in their rooms, and sleek tablets give the mansion's artists a place to practice their digital art when the art studio does not suffice. Whether knuckling down to pull an all-nighter on a research paper or simply killing time browsing, students can be found in here at all hours in front of the glows of the screens. It's the mid-afternoon, cold outside but as usual much warmer inside the mansion itself. The computer lab is relatively empty right now but this should pick up as people finish their stuff and start /swarming/ the lab. Stationed at a chair to the side, is Sage, dressed in her XS jacket, an undershirt, jeans, and sandals, her red-tinted glasses being currently used to watch a video. Sage has requested Peter to come here to talk to her as this is one of her most comfortable places to be, and is currently tapping her fingers on the arm rest. Peter arrives! He is clad in a bright red t-shirt with a vivid golden yellow LIGHTNING BOLT across the front; over that is a dark navy blue hoodie (open, exposing the lightning bolt) and blue jeans around his waist. He's got on a pair of blue sneakers. He looks -- a little cheery! A little confused. A little uncomfortable, sans webshooters (he has a habit of constantly moving his fingers to his wrists, as if testing their absence again and again). When he arrives, he pauses in front of Sage, shuffling awkwardly: "You wanted to see me, ma'am?" "Yes, Mr. Parker. Do not worry, you are not in trouble in any form.". Sage, as usual, is emotionless in her voice and expression, so it's hard to tell what her mood really is. "I actually wanted to ask you about your dream and also anyone new you have met recently and talked to, as I am currently trying to figure out the cause of this phenomenon.". Sage takes a breath, before offering him a seat near her. "I have recently experienced a dream of my own and as such would like to compare things with you. Do you remember anything strange about your dream, other than the inherent strange quality most dreams hold? This may be a confusing question, but, any bright lights, something that perhaps someone was /creating/ your dream for you.". "--oh. Uh," Peter begins, frowning a little bit, his hands immediately darting behind his back -- probably to squeeze and tug at each other! "--uh, no, nothing -- I mean, besides the costumes, that was /really/ weird, obviously -- but beyond that -- the dream was... it had all my thoughts in it, so I don't know if someone else could have /created/ it -- like, they'd have to know about all the people /I/ know, right? Though I guess not if they're a telepath -- um." Peter shrugs, then: "I don't... think I've really met anyone weird in the past week or so. I mean, weirder than /me/," he adds, with a sheepish, lopsided grin. "Weird is not something specifically I am looking. As we both know mutants can manifest in many forms. Just anyone new you have talked to or met. I understand if you cannot remember anyone, it is just my own memory makes it so that I never forget a person and I would like to compare who I have met. I would go first but I know so many faces that this would be quite a difficult feat and take a long period of time.". Sage sighs, her eyeballs scrolling around to control her glasses. "Specifically in the week or two before you dreamed. Random encounters most likely means nothing but sharing a conversation may be a trigger.". Sage tilts her head. "The costumes was not the weirdest thing I have seen, I assure you.". Peter's eyebrows crunch together, grinding like two cogs in some immense machine attempting to solve for X. "--you don't forget people? Oh -- well, I mean -- I have random conversations with a lot of people, I guess. I mean, the face," Peter gestures at his own face, chitin-clad and gleaming, "tends to be a conversation-starter." Another sheepish, lopsided grin, followed by a slight shrug. "I, um -- I mean... there was a guy with a dog I talked with on the way to work, a few weeks ago -- a nice lady gave me an umbrella when I was coming out of the subway -- there was a kid with a rock," Peter's face slightly sours at this last comment, before he quickly adds: "I don't think /he'd/ be giving me nice dreams. I don't even think he'd be a fan of the Justice League." His nose wrinkles. "Let us focus on these three right now. Descriptions would help as I have met many ladies, men, and kids, but I would most definitely rule out the child for myself. Ethnicity, hair color, eye color, any of these work. And if none of these match up then I will ask the other known dreamers the same questions I have asked you, as I do not know the exact length of the dream process.". Sage smiles for a split of a second, before turning back into her robot face thing. "I don't forget anything. It is my mutation. I can remember almost everything back to when my mutation manifested however large usage of pulling information back can be very stressful and painful for myself.". "I don't..." Peter frowns, staring past Sage's head, toward a nearby window; his eyebrows remain crunched together. "--know if I remember much. The man was nice; dark skin, shaved head, I think? Um. He was tall. The dog was brown, and big. The woman was -- slightly dark skin, um. Black hair? Really colorful clothing. Kermit-the-frog umbrella. The boy was--" Peter's features flush with color. "--didn't actually get a good long look at him, was kind of just -- running away. Pale skin." He shrugs again, his eyes drifting back to Sage. "--I don't even remember what I had for /breakfast/ this morning." "A bagel with coffee, did not finish the bagel, only ate it two thirds before I had to toss it.". Sage quickly is stating her own breakfast, before she just stops. And then suddenly speaks again. "The woman. This is grasping for straws but I have met a woman that fits most of that description. There is a large chance I am incorrect but any possibility is a good one to focus for. Indian, brown eyes, about 5'1 to 5'4, very cheerful disposition? She did not have an umbrella, however, so that might rule her out. And even if the description matches that still leaves at an absolute loss on who it is.". Suddenly, Sage's nose is bleeding as she clutches her head, but calmly, she quickly speaks to Peter. "Do not worry. I am fine. Every ability has a cost, I hope this usage is worth it.". "--you're bleeding," is all Peter replies, his frown deepening, responding despite Sage's assurance. As to the description, Peter's eyebrows lift, but then settle back down: "--I don't know. Maybe? She gave me her umbrella, anyway. I mean, I don't remember -- I would probably know her again if I saw her? Maybe? She was really colorful, the clothing -- I didn't look at -- she was, um, very pretty, and I didn't want her to think I was weird, so I --" Peter's violet flush intensifies. "--didn't really look at her face, too much? She was cheery, I think, but otherwise..." "Oh. Then we are at solely a possibility. Whilst this merits further investigation there is also a large chance it is wrong. I will run it by the other dreamers though I do not have high hopes myself, but figuring this out is the best interest.". Sage is wiping at her nose, before rising. "Thank you, Mr. Parker. Now, for me, I must lie down and give this some thought. Have a nice day.". And then she's heading for the door, another faint smile towards Peter. "Oh -- um -- okay," Peter says, blinking a bit owlishly at Sage as she heads toward the door. Before she reaches it, he manages to call out: "Oh! Uh, if they -- if you find whoever did it? Tell them -- I mean, it was, a nice dream, I'm not angry or anything -- so, um, tell them -- thank you?" More quiet, subdued. "Will do, Mr. Parker.". Sage nods her head, before completely leaving.