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Who: Linda Hidaka and Matthias Abbot
What: Meeting in Vegas
Where: Blueberry Hill Family Restaurant
When: Morning of June 24th (Backdated)

You know, this thing pretty much went against most of the rules that Linda's parents had set up about her about meeting up with people that she had met on the internet. Mainly that she should, you know, not do it. If they knew that she was here, meeting a guy from out of town for breakfast and then going to show him around and stuff? Her father (and possibly her mother) would've flipped.

Which was why she, you know, didn't tell them. They really worried about things too much, and even with the murders going on, it wasn't like Matt had been in Vegas when they happened. So everything was fine.

And besides, she had more important things to worry about now. "The food here is pretty good," she said, looking over at Matt. The two of them were seated at a table, looking through their menus. It was just him though, the other people that he had come here with weren't with him. She would've done this sooner, but that shellfish thing had left her pretty confused and hesitent to leave the house. "Much better than the IHOPs here, anyway." Sure, maybe the food here still wasn't the best, but there were only a couple of these places and they were all in Vegas, so at least it wasn't a wide thing like IHOP was. "Are you sure it's okay for you to be here without everyone else you came with though?"

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Quality does not matter to Matt when it comes to food, when it comes to meeting friends. He is the king of stuffing anything nearby into his face, consequences be damned. Quality--now that was for when he was serious about this eating thing. His headphones dangle around his neck as he glances at the menu and he gives Linda a friendly smile.

"Ken's out with his dad, and everyone else made plans. So long as we meet up again around lunch time, I think it'll be fine." Let him have a few more hours of peace. "They have phones and my number if they need anything."

Plus he didn't want to bring a group of rowdy teenagers to meet someone he's never met before. A) They're not exactly the easiest to get along with. Something he learned well in the car on the way here. 2) He's not entirely sure she's safe, either. Echoes are weird things.

"... You're okay with it, right?"

Linda nodded, smiling at him as she listened to everything that he had to say. She just wanted to be sure, since they had all come here together. But he did have a good point, it wasn't like most of them were kids (except for the one who was, obviously). They could behave themselves for a couple of hours, right?

Even if they couldn't, it wasn't like it was her problem if they started causing some minor havoc. She wasn't the one who was in charge of them.

"Yeah. It's alright. I don't mind it," she said. "It's just that I first offered to show all of you around, that's all. But I guess the car ride here was a bit much to be with them the whole time, wasn't it?"

He sighs heavily. "Sorry, I should've asked to reschedule. I'm just pretty sure if Russel and Emil were together another fifteen minutes, they would have killed each other." hahaha...

"And like I said, Ken's with his dad. So I'm the only one who could actually... show up. We're only here a week, but maybe you can meet them before we head back?"

He feels really bad. He hopes it's not too weird?

"Those two don't get along all that much?" Linda asked. Then again, considering how Emil had been the one time that she talked to him, well... yeah. Maybe they really didn't get along.

She nods at him at the last part. "I'd like that a lot. I mean, we don't have to spend the whole day together, but while you guys are here I should at least meet them. Or in Emil's case, meet him in person."

But nope. Not weird at all. The reason why it could even be seen as weird hasn't even entered Linda's mind yet.

"If I didn't know better, I'd think they were mortal enemies." Matt you are just setting yourself up here. "We're here a few more days, yet. I'll talk to them at lunch and see what they're doing?"

Good to know. That was good to know.

Linda nodded. "Okay. That sounds good. Just let me know what you all decide on, and we'll figure out where to go from there." She looked down at her menu after saying that, before looking back up at Matt. "So, any idea what you want to get for breakfast yet?"

He looks at the menu. Everything is not a viable option here. She does not know he is the king of food disposal back in Locke.

"Honestly, everything looks good. I'm starving."

Linda giggles, waving over one of the waitresses after Matt said that. "Then we better not waste anymore time, right?"

Once the waitress came to the table, she gave an order of blueberry pancakes for herself, before letting Matt go ahead and make his order.

Of course, if she had any idea of how much food Matt was probably going to order, she might've thought twice about meeting him for breakfast.

With other people, Matt would probably order the biggest thing on the menu. With someone new, though? Matt just orders eggs and pancakes. That's normal enough, right? She'll deal with the entire cake eating soon enough. He'll order and wait for the waitress to go before taking again.

"Do you know a lot of other people like us around here?"

Linda shakes her head at his question. "No. I don't. Other than Cecil, I don't really know anyone else who lives here who's part of the network."

There might have been one or two other people that she's talked two who were from Vegas, but they only talked together once, so she's not really going to count them. "Most of us seem to be in Locke."

"It seems kinda lonely. At least you're getting visitors, right?" He sips at his coffee, watching her.

"And I mean--it's probably a lot more peaceful with no giant robots."

Linda nodded. "Yeah. Though you're really the first one that I've actually met in person," she said. "Or at least the first that I've known about." For all she knew, there could be a lot more numbered than she knew coming into Vegas, but she could deal with that a little later, right?

"And yeah, not having the giant robots probably makes things a little bit less panicked." Just, you know, completely ignore the murders going on and everything will be perfectly fine.

Murders happen everywhere all the time. The most concerning part of the ones here, Matt thinks, anyway, is that one of the victims was one of them. He props his chin on his hand

"You never know, sometimes, in Locke. There are people I've talked to with nothing but text who know who I am, but I don't know them. It's kind of weird. And you can walk in on powers or stuff at weird times."

"Maybe. But I guess that's just something I'm going to have to wait and see about, isn't it?" After all, it's not like Vegas had been getting pulses and stuff for long. And didn't the area that they could still have them in get bigger ever since that weird pink light thing.

Maybe Vegas would soon start to be like Locke? Though Linda's not really sure if that'd be a good thing or not.

Matt's family in Locke had barely known about numbered before things went public. Things had seemed... mostly normal. He hopes it won't be like it was there here.

"The boundary's smaller here, I think. It'll be easier to get out."

Linda doesn't say anything for a moment, but she nods. "Yeah. I... I guess. Not as much area means that it'll be easier to notice things."

Of course, cultists already noticed things, but still. At least it being a smaller area meant that it'd be easier to run away from anything crazy that was going on too.

"I mean, the second anybody steps out of the barrier, we're pretty much normal. You can opt out much faster." Unlike Locke where it is all day every day echoes.

Linda nods, frowning a bit at that. "I... yeah. I guess. But at the same time, I'd have to actually find a place to live that's not in the boundary to do that." And since she's living with her parents, that was a little bit difficult.

"I think most parents would understand the repercussions of having a kid with Numbers, if you talked to them about it." His own freaked out and tried to bring him home. Repeatedly. To no avail thanks to his legality.

"Unless I manage to get back some flashy powers though, it's going to be really hard for me to prove it though, isn't it?" Especially with how people were talking about them lately. 'No. No. I'm totally one of those people who have super powers running around and we need to run from Vegas now so I don't need to deal with this crap' really won't go well without proof.

"Why would somebody lie about this?" It's dangerous, being Numbered. He can't imagine why people would choose to want it...

"Attention?" At least, that was the first thing that she could think of. Though really, he did have a good point. "But either way, I'm not sure my parents would want to believe me if I didn't have a way to back it up. It's not like they can see the network or anything, and well... I'd basically be asking them to completely uproot their lives if I was trying to get them to run."

"Hopefully no giant monsters show up for you guys." Because that kind of sucked, but also made it impossible to ignore.

"Yeah. Hopefully," she said, letting out a sigh before leaning back a bit. "I mean, just think of the damage that a giant monster could do here. Not that I'm discounting how the damage was in Locke, but there's a lot of tourists here all the time."

"I don't know if that makes it better or worse that there's more of us in Locke, then." He shakes his head.

"That kind of heavy stuff isn't good to talk about over breakfast though."

"Yeah. It's... really not," she says, letting out a sigh as the waitress came back with their food. "Sorry for letting it get to such a depressing topic."

Linda didn't say anything for another moment, before forcing a smile to her lips. "So, let's talk about something more fun instead. Where have you been here in Vegas so far?"

He shrugs. "I've been spending most of my time with the kid I brought here. There's not a lot to do on the strip for a fourteen year old." He doesn't mind it though, all he needs was a break.

"It's his birthday today, so he's out with his dad for the morning."

Linda nods. "Yeah. That's... I can see why that'd be a problem." Heck, when you considered the main attraction to Vegas in the first place, most of the stuff that could be done wasn't able to be done even by teenagers. Still, there were still some places to go to, at least.

"I hope he's having a lot of fun though. Birthdays really should be the day when you don't worry about anything at all." Though really, if the kid's dad was here, why wasn't he watching him the whole time?

"I think just getting to spend some time with his dad is going to make his day. Ken's alone most of the time." Matt speaks about him very fondly. He likes his gaggle of small children.

"He's alone a lot?" Linda asked. "Is his dad that busy with work or something?" And what about his mom? Though Linda didn't ask about that part out loud. She'd probably get the answer about that soon enough anyway.

"Yeah, he's a busy guy." Matt sips at his coffee again, somewhat lost in thought. "I'm glad I met Ken when I did."

Linda nods, going to finally cut up a bit of her food and eat it before she says anything else. "How long have you known each other for?" It'd make more sense if it was a while, considering, well, they came across country to Vegas together and his dad was totally fine with that.

"A few months now, I guess." He shrugs. He is getting intensely distracted by his own food.

Only a few months? Linda doesn't say anything in response to that, but if Matt went to look over at her, he would be able to see the shocked look of disbelief on her face.

Well, okay, she did say something, it just took a little bit before she was able to speak first. "How'd you get so close in that little time?"

Edited (wrong icon) 2014-07-05 13:07 (UTC)

"I was his tutor at first. Turned out we shared echoes." He sighs. It's not something he wanted for Ken.

Shared echoes? That...

It doesn't take Linda all that long to recognize what he meant, and she nodded. That made things make a lot more sense. "That... that explains a lot," she said after a few moments. "Does his dad know about him being one of us?"

"Yeah, Ken told him. I told him about me, too." He shrugs. He spends enough time with Ken that Mr Amada should know about it.

"I try to keep an eye on him."

"Yeah. I think I'd probably be doing the same in your situation," Linda said. Heck, she'd probably be doing the same even if the person in question wasn't a kid, just because of that connection they'd have together. Or the one they'd have in theory, anyway.

He shrugs, stuffing more food into his face. "Most people would. Most people do. It gets tiring, though."

Linda takes another bite of food herself, wondering if the question on her mind is even one that she should ask. Eventually though, she decides that it'd be better to go ahead and do it.

"So... umm... how often is it that people have pulses that show that they... were from the same past life?"

He thinks about this for a second. "Most of my friends know someone else, actually, who remembers stuff like they do. Not all of them, but a lot of them."

Linda nodded, before her lips curled into a smile. "That's good. It... well, I guess it's nice. Having someone to talk to who remembers the same thing that you do."

Hopefully she'll be lucky enough to have that. It'd be so much easier to figure out what was going on in her memories if she had someone that she could talk to about them.

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