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“Thomas requires Roman and me for assistance pertaining to…” Logan paused, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. It was early for everyone after the night of socialization. Introversion at its best. Logan adjusted his glasses back into place once his eyes were as awake as he was. “…pertaining to future videos and professional make believe.”
Virgil gave a small grunt to show he had heard. He was far too tired to figure out how to get his mouth to work properly. Opening one eye slightly, Virgil could see Logan’s back to him intently observing a photo of Thomas with his friends. Logan was hunched over slightly to be at eye level. Last time Logan had checked the picture, it had been from a birthday party. Everyone was wearing those ridiculous pointed conical cardboard head wear… party hats. Now it was a capture of Thomas and company from the introduction of one of his videos. Logan had hypothesized that the photos changed based upon the thoughts of Thomas. He still needed to uncover if it was the actual thoughts themselves or if it was done through Patton who was, in essence, a manifestation of thought.
Logan slowly became aware of the sensation that someone was watching him. So Virgil’s day was more of a tired day rather than a bad brain day. That was an important distinction when attempting to interact with him. As observant as Logan is, it took him far too long to realize the fluctuation in his data was because of this unidentified variable. Logan shook his head, he was going to get caught up in his thoughts and miss his meeting with Thomas.
Logan turned to face Virgil who was currently laying on his back his hands interlocked over his chest in a manner that eerily reminded Logan of…a corpse. The fact that Virgil’s chest was slowly rising and falling and that they were not actually humans allowed Logan to remove the illogical thought of a corpse from his mind. He adjusted his glasses and stroked his tie. It seemed that he was not as recovered from the previous night as he had thought. This was peculiar, Logan thought. Unless there was an abundance of alcohol, he rarely felt the effects of a night out.
Another quiet grunt came from Virgil. He poked his right thumb into his chest, other fingers straight out. ‘Fine.’
“That is good Virgil. The night was quite long and eventful. I can imagine it was rather a lot for you.” Logan looked down at his watch. Roman of course was running late.
Virgil huffed and sat up leaning on his elbow. He repeated the sign for fine but added a point toward Logan. ‘Are you okay?’
Logan blinked surprised. “My apologies for the misinterpretation. Yes, but it would appear the night was draining for me as well. It is not something I am…accommodated to.”
Virgil made a pinching action with his thumb and first two fingers. ‘No.’ He tapped his lips then made a fist, his thumb pressed to the side of his curled index finger.
“No say ‘a’?” Logan inquired. Virgil shrugged and laid back down, it was the best he had right now. Logan ran through the conversation in his head silently mouthing along. “It is not something I am accustomed to.”
Virgil gave a two finger salute before closing his eyes again, completely returning to his ‘corpse’ position. Logan sighed and moved toward the stairs, hopefully Roman was having a normal day. Had the night out really been this strenuous? He had not detected anything out of the ordinary and Virgil’s normal complaints of being out of the house were more subdued than normal.
He climbed the stairs taking two at a time, Thomas was expecting them and he did not want to be late. Logan passed Patton’s door first which was decorated in glitter, stickers, and some old drawings of Thomas’. He hadn’t seen Patton since returning home last night, or perhaps it was early morning. Time got confusing when there was a lack of sleep and a long night. Patton only kept his door closed while he slept and Patton certainly would not be sleeping now. He was an early riser like Logan, programmed to rise with the sun. Logan needed to grab Roman and get to Thomas but he made a mental note to inform Virgil before leaving. If all of his sides were like this, how was Thomas functioning?
Logan finally reached Roman’s red door knocking three short precise knocks. Roman erupted nearly immediately after the final knock. “Lo! To what do I owe this pleasure?” Roman added with a flourish of his hand. He moved aside to allow Logan to enter his vibrant room.
Through the door Logan could see the red and gold that covered nearly everything. Disney posters decorated the walls almost like wallpaper. Roman had arranged them in reverse chronological order around the room. A little inside joke at himself, one that Logan was secretly proud of understanding without the help of the others. The carpet was a plush gold with red confetti littered in that Roman refused to clean up stating it added to his aesthetic. The bed itself was illogically large. Regardless of how much he moved in his sleep, a normal sized bed would meet the appropriate criteria.
Logan redirected his eyes at the side in front of him, unmoving from his position. “We have a meeting scheduled with Thomas to discuss videos.”
Roman’s smile faltered for a moment. “Ah of course! Let us go and spread my creative genius.” He sunk down with another princely gesture.
Logan sighed and made a quick stop in the living room. Virgil didn’t react to the whoosh of Logan’s arrival. He finally fell asleep, Logan reasoned. He left a scribbled post-it note for Virgil to check on Patton once he woke up.
Before sinking out of the Mindscape, Logan was pleased that at least one of them was functioning at a normal capacity. After doing his work with Thomas, he would have to look into the events of the previous night to discover what set all the sides into such a disarray.