[Accidental Voice Post]

[wannabesanta.livejournal.com]

[Some heavy breathing]

I don't understand. Why don't they believe me?

[Pause]

I don't know who they are, anymore then I know who I am.

[Silence from our speaker and little tiny voices begin to rise in song behind him]

We've a special job each year.
We don't like to brag.
Christmas Eve we always
Fill Santa's bag.

Santa knows who's good.
Do the things you should.

[/Elves end singing as Jack cuts back in]

And who is 'Santa' person they keep singing about?... I'd like to met him.

^{(Yeah Jack's just talking to himself, being given a hard time about not remembering the RL is still going and feel free to take advantage of who he actually is :) He's scared and will believe anything at this point, and tag when I get home, Happy St Patty's Day ~)}

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[passthesake.livejournal.com]

Jack, I'm... your mother. Please tell me, you haven't forgotten that.

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[wannabesanta.livejournal.com]

...

But the lady up there said she was my mother...

How can you both be my mother?

WHO'S MY MOTHER?!

I know! Which of you is married to Santa?

^{(Im sorry they didn't end on such a happy note the last time they spoke >:)}

[passthesake.livejournal.com]

I don't know how she came to be your mother, but you started calling me mother after I saved your life last year. I suppose you could say I adopted you.

And I'm not married to anyone. Though as far as I knew, Santa's not your father.

[wannabesanta.livejournal.com]

My head hurts.

I think someone's messing with me or I really have an odd family.

[passthesake.livejournal.com]

If you remember how to worldhop, I can try and help fix that for you. If a long overdue talk doesn't work, I'm a medic. ...Unless you'd prefer to continue talking here.

I'm willing to bet it's a combination of the two. Something about this community seems to draw some people together and turn them into an adoptive family. I've been... busy, lately, so I suppose I shouldn't be surprised if you thought I left and adopted a new family. Before your memory was erased, I mean.

((Strike unhackable.))

[wannabesanta.livejournal.com]

World... Hop? [Grunts in hiccups]

Can't we just talk here?


[Said lightly and thoughtful] ^{Turns them into an adoptive family...}

[Worried] Left me?
[Calms] I don't know what I thought.

I'm sorry.

So, are you saying. That neither of you ladies are my mother?
My actual mother?

[passthesake.livejournal.com]

Fine.

Left the community. It happens sometimes with the members. They come and go at random, even though most seem unable to leave.

You... don't have anything to be sorry for anymore. I was the one being stubborn and not listening to your reasoning for what you did.

That's exactly what I'm saying. You've told me about someone named Mother Nature, who seems to be your real mother I think.

((Same deal as above.))

[wannabesanta.livejournal.com]

I don't? But I don't remember.

So, Mother Nature is my mother. And yet you two are my mothers as well?

Question, how was it you saved myself as you claim to have?

^{(And I'm off to bed night ~ And he's sorry for not remembering)}

[passthesake.livejournal.com]

That's why. If your memories come back, then you can apologize.

From how I see it, yes, that's how it is. Don't even try to think about it further than that, you'll hurt your brain.

It's a long story, but you were thought to be dead and I claimed your body, only to find you were barely alive. It took a lot of work, but your fingers had to be reattached and your wounds healed. You pulled through in the end, and came back for medical treatment several more times for other occasions. Sometimes I swore you got in as much trouble as you did on purpose just as an excuse to come see me in the village.

((It's okay, and sleep well~))

[wannabesanta.livejournal.com]

^{(Thank you, hope you did also, you get a hand for remembering the fingers even I didnt >> and maybe bringing up coming back half brunt? may help?)}

...

...

Ow. I'm not even going to attempt that one.

Do I do this often?
Also, who's my father?

[passthesake.livejournal.com]

Not recently, but you did have a knack for showing up if you had landed in trouble. When about half your body was burned and when you said you were feeling a bit "slushy," for other examples.

I'm not sure who your father is, but I do remember you sometimes called my old friend, Jiraiya, father. But I wouldn't be surprised if you found someone else to call "father" too.

[wannabesanta.livejournal.com]

I was half - [Grunts in hiccups] Burned? How did that happen?

Slushy?..

Someone else? I don't understand. Why would I had done that?

[passthesake.livejournal.com]

You picked a fight with the wrong god. They're no longer here though.

Your core temperature was higher than normal for you, but there's not much I can do about that.

I don't understand half the things you do sometimes, but... it doesn't stop me from caring.

[wannabesanta.livejournal.com]

God?.. Did they do it just because or what?

How did that happen?


[He has nothing to type here, he's overly touched]

[passthesake.livejournal.com]

You had been antagonizing him.

I don't remember, you just asked me for some help one day and you mentioned it while you were here.

[wannabesanta.livejournal.com]

I never told you much as your adoptive son did I now?

[passthesake.livejournal.com]

A little here, a little there. You never knew too much about me either, so I guess we're even.

[wannabesanta.livejournal.com]

Well, if I get out of this. I want to make it up to you.

[passthesake.livejournal.com]

When you get your memories back, come visit me.

[wannabesanta.livejournal.com]

I'll try to remember that.