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27 Blueprints -- Dictated
[When Ted wakes up and discovered he had gone to sleep simply out of boredom to wake up two weeks later, it didn't exactly grip him with the same anxiety as it had the first time it happened to him, but it did cause him to think that maybe it was a signal of some sorts. A signal to get off his ass and actually do something.
He'd spent most of the morning simply mulling over the matter, skimming the journal idly and glancing at his various belongings-- like the trashcan in the corner, filled to the brim with crumpled papers of failed architectural designs.
Around eleven, he would write in the journal.]
Vivian
Hey. Uh, sorry for not checking up on you, I was kind of in a loss-induced coma. [He continues on smoothly, unfazed.] I know it's still kind of cold out, but do you want to go take a walk in town?
Everyone
Yo, guys, it's Ted. Got knocked out for a couple weeks, so I hope I didn't miss anything too exciting. Hey, um, I guess this is directed more toward people who know me, but. You guys want to hang over at my place later? [He gives a shrug despite himself.] There's not really an occasion. But hey, why does there need to be? We're alive. Young. We need to rile this place up! Get lively!
Plus I haven't watched Galactic Battles in forever. Who's with me?
He'd spent most of the morning simply mulling over the matter, skimming the journal idly and glancing at his various belongings-- like the trashcan in the corner, filled to the brim with crumpled papers of failed architectural designs.
Around eleven, he would write in the journal.]
Vivian
Hey. Uh, sorry for not checking up on you, I was kind of in a loss-induced coma. [He continues on smoothly, unfazed.] I know it's still kind of cold out, but do you want to go take a walk in town?
Everyone
Yo, guys, it's Ted. Got knocked out for a couple weeks, so I hope I didn't miss anything too exciting. Hey, um, I guess this is directed more toward people who know me, but. You guys want to hang over at my place later? [He gives a shrug despite himself.] There's not really an occasion. But hey, why does there need to be? We're alive. Young. We need to rile this place up! Get lively!
Plus I haven't watched Galactic Battles in forever. Who's with me?

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Well, in terms of losses... One time I was a cockroach for three weeks! Annnd the castle decided it'd be a good idea to change me back while I was on the top of the kitchen cupboards.
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... Guess I've been really lucky so far.
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I'm Chase, by the way.
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[Not that he'd been missing out on misery any. Rest assured, he went through a ton of crap before his first loss.]
Ted. ..seems like people here don't care much for last names, huh?
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But Chase happens to be my last name actually. First name's Robert.
I'm used to friends calling me Chase though.
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Ted Mosby. My friends just call me Ted, though.
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Now I have to ask.
You superhuman? Or just plain human?
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Nothing supernatural about me. I'd make a joke that my architectural abilities might be, but I don't even have that anymore.
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What do you do for a living here?
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I... don't? I've been here for awhile, but I haven't really considered doing something for a living until recently. I'm still not sure what it'll be, to be honest.
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Would that be possible?
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cough--memories of his mother--cough, but it's probably nothing to worry about. ]no subject
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[He gives pause. Do wishes work that way? After five seconds, he's determined he hasn't suddenly lost any interest in architecture, and sighs.]
It's kind of like-- a mix of being able to come up with anything, or able to draw it. I have an awesome skyscraper design back home, and I can remember it just fine, but... [He shrugs subconsciously.] I can't draw it for the life of me. I couldn't describe it to you, either.
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