Armani brings Chanel and Laszlo with him to return Mr. Zahidi's memory. He doesn't trust Timotheye's intentions so he's waiting to try to return it when Mr. Zahidi is away from the library and away from Timotheye. Chanel is staying in the library to keep an eye on the eye while this happens and Laszlo is with Armani when he returns the memory.
Ideally, he'd like to do this before the 28th but I know y'all have a lot to write so whatever's convenient for you!
On Tuesday, Armani and Laszlo manage to catch up to to Mr. Zahidi late into the evening on the main road between the cafeteria and the staff apartments. (Dude must just stay in the library from dawn until dusk like some kind of nerd vampire.) They try to catch up and he... is he... walking faster?
Their chase takes them very nearly up to Mr. Zahidi's narrow front door, where he stops to set his clamshell of Lunch Lady Bigfoot's Famous Vegan Sketties aside and fumble with his keys. "Oh! Armani, Laszlo." Mr. Zahidi says as though he weren't completely aware that students were following him. "How are you two doing this evening?"
They have him now, though, and whatever it was Mr. Zahidi was expecting, it certainly wasn't a gold cicada shell. But he does seem to recognize what it is when he sees it. "Oh! This is mine!" He chirrups with the tone of an astronomer finding a new planet for the first time. The cicada shell changes into a moleskine between his fingers. "I never thought that I'd have anything taken when I signed the waiver," he comments as he takes the book in both hands and begins to page through it. "But then, I guess I wouldn't have known either w—"
Mr. Zahidi falls silent, staring at the space where the journal used to be as it disappears from his hands. A few seconds tick by before he gives a shake of his head, and with a slow blink he returns to reality. Mr. Zahidi's lips part. His brow furrows. "That—I have more of those. Just a moment."
Back to fumbling with his keys once again, Mr. Zahidi lets himself into his apartment. There is a Gundam Wing tapestry hanging on the wall over the sofa. Laszlo and Armani have to wait a bit longer while Mr. Zahidi clunks and thuds around inside, but eventually he emerges with a large banker box. "Thank you for returning this to me. I can't believe I forgot how Timotheye and I met—Oh, this is my shredding," he explains, hoisting the box up. "And I never remember why it gets so full. Until now."
He sets the banker box on the sidewalk, pulls off the lid and sets it aside, and then sits on his doorstep. Mr. Zahidi scoops up his cardboard clamshell of sketties, pops it open and gestures to opened box with his fork. "Go ahead."
Inside is, as suggested, full of papers. But also notebooks. A quick rummage, it seems, is only from the last few months. Every scrap has scribbled notes. Some are just dashes and dots, some are transcribed messages. The same message that Armani had seen in the memory frequently reappears: THE SEAM PULLS. HE IS COMING. HE BURNS. SEE HIM TO STOP HIM.
Some of the greatest hits:
(Appears all year) PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM "See how upset he gets when someone asks Timotheye to a dance and he can't go? He did that all last year, too. And the year before that. I remember, now."
(Appears all year) FIND THE KEYS SET HIM FREE FIND THE KEYS SET HIM FREE (Mr. Zahidi is chowing down on his vegan sketties for this one, and it's hard to tell what he says but it probably doesn't matter.)
(Sept only) WATER THE STONES FIND THE TRUTH "I thought Timotheye was writing poetry."
(Oct & May only) THE ROOTS THE ROOTS THE ROOTS THE ROOTS "Timotheye likes classic hip hop," Mr. Zahidi explains.
(Jan) TOO COLD TOO COLD TOO COLD "I turned the heat up for Timotheye, but it never seemed like enough"
(Mar 31st) HE TAKES (Mr. Zahidi shrugs.)
(Apr) GAMES GAMES GAMES GAMES "I've been trying to get a tabletop group together for Timotheye, but it's been hard."
"Weird, huh? I think whatever Timotheye is trying to tell me has something to do with..." he twirls his fork in the air, "Everything." Mr. Zahidi seems surprisingly chipper. Maybe he's just happy to have a memory restored and his dinner in his stomach. "This could be useful. I'll make copies and give them to Administrator Kwan. Let me clean this up and walk you back to your dorms. Buddy system!"
Meanwhile, Chanel hangs out with a floating eyeball for about 45 minutes. It stares at her, unmoving.
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Armani & Co Return Yassir's Memory
Ideally, he'd like to do this before the 28th but I know y'all have a lot to write so whatever's convenient for you!
Armani & Co Return Yassir's Memory
Their chase takes them very nearly up to Mr. Zahidi's narrow front door, where he stops to set his clamshell of Lunch Lady Bigfoot's Famous Vegan Sketties aside and fumble with his keys. "Oh! Armani, Laszlo." Mr. Zahidi says as though he weren't completely aware that students were following him. "How are you two doing this evening?"
They have him now, though, and whatever it was Mr. Zahidi was expecting, it certainly wasn't a gold cicada shell. But he does seem to recognize what it is when he sees it. "Oh! This is mine!" He chirrups with the tone of an astronomer finding a new planet for the first time. The cicada shell changes into a moleskine between his fingers. "I never thought that I'd have anything taken when I signed the waiver," he comments as he takes the book in both hands and begins to page through it. "But then, I guess I wouldn't have known either w—"
Mr. Zahidi falls silent, staring at the space where the journal used to be as it disappears from his hands. A few seconds tick by before he gives a shake of his head, and with a slow blink he returns to reality. Mr. Zahidi's lips part. His brow furrows. "That—I have more of those. Just a moment."
Back to fumbling with his keys once again, Mr. Zahidi lets himself into his apartment. There is a Gundam Wing tapestry hanging on the wall over the sofa. Laszlo and Armani have to wait a bit longer while Mr. Zahidi clunks and thuds around inside, but eventually he emerges with a large banker box. "Thank you for returning this to me. I can't believe I forgot how Timotheye and I met—Oh, this is my shredding," he explains, hoisting the box up. "And I never remember why it gets so full. Until now."
He sets the banker box on the sidewalk, pulls off the lid and sets it aside, and then sits on his doorstep. Mr. Zahidi scoops up his cardboard clamshell of sketties, pops it open and gestures to opened box with his fork. "Go ahead."
Inside is, as suggested, full of papers. But also notebooks. A quick rummage, it seems, is only from the last few months. Every scrap has scribbled notes. Some are just dashes and dots, some are transcribed messages. The same message that Armani had seen in the memory frequently reappears: THE SEAM PULLS. HE IS COMING. HE BURNS. SEE HIM TO STOP HIM.
Some of the greatest hits:
"Weird, huh? I think whatever Timotheye is trying to tell me has something to do with..." he twirls his fork in the air, "Everything." Mr. Zahidi seems surprisingly chipper. Maybe he's just happy to have a memory restored and his dinner in his stomach. "This could be useful. I'll make copies and give them to Administrator Kwan. Let me clean this up and walk you back to your dorms. Buddy system!"
Meanwhile, Chanel hangs out with a floating eyeball for about 45 minutes. It stares at her, unmoving.
Armani & Co Return Yassir's Memory