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Hello, Again | Zelda & Quinton
@zelda-bichler
Quinton was just wrapping up listening to one of the other guest speakers at a conference he’d been attending. Thankfully, they were breaking for lunch soon--the current guest speaker’s forte certainly wasn’t public speaking and could give Ben Stein a run for his money. Breaking for lunch was sure to help wake the young businessman back up again. Lord knows he’d need it before he went back in to listen to others. Thank God he’d been the first one that day.
Once the attendees and guest speakers were dismissed for lunch, Quinton stood up and strode out of the room, making himself look busy on his phone so that he wouldn’t get stopped in his quick escape. He slipped into the designated break room and, thankful to see a small taco/nacho buffet and chilled drinks ready for the guest speakers, he immediately went for one of the drinks. As he pulled one of the bottles of cranberry juice from the cooler, he noticed more than just the food and beverages in the room. His glance turned into a double-take when he realized that he knew the face of the room’s other occupant.
“Zelda?”
Test Subject | Zelda & Quinton
@zelda-bichler
Why had Quinton agreed to this? OF course he knew he reason. He was at least somewhat curious about what he knew was unusual about him. He’d known for years but deliberately chose not to say anything to anyone, up until recently when it couldn’t be helped. And frankly, after having a full day of no memories, his concern about the things he could do, and whatever it was that he became, had grown significantly more serious.
Now dressed down in gym attire, he was standing in a property he’d recently purchased. The sound-proofing was easy enough to manage having install, and he hadn’t hired anyone to rig the space with security cameras yet. AS far as he knew, this was all he and Zelda would need for this...experiment. He’d brought a couple of free weights in a gym bag that he’d easily slung over his shoulder, and he’d had some room-darkening curtains hung over the widow, but otherwise, the industrial looking space seemed good enough. Having already text Zelda the address and a time to meet, all he had left to do now was sit and anxiously wait for his friend.
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