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Sam is feeling... worse. So much for flushing whatever this is out of his system.
He's currently in a chair by the fire, alternating between filming things with a camera the Bar gave him this morning and... wondering what in the Abyss the thing is supposed to be; it's safe to say there's nothing like it in Bistort.
Watch out for the occasional sneeze.

(OOC: Subject to random bouts of slowtime throughout the day, but open until his next EP, which will likely be Thursday sometime.)

[tiny ill tag: Sam
tiny by-way-of-IBDb tag: IMDb flu]

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An olive-skinned, almond-eyed young woman is staring at Sam from the chair opposite. She can't shake the feeling that she ought to know him, somehow...

Well, on the one hand, he's wearing all black, other than the scarf. That would seem to suggest 'no.'
But on the other, there is the scarf, to say nothing of the camera...
.........So this could get awkward.

Alyx weighs her options for a couple of minutes before speaking up.

"Excuse me... this is going to seem like a weird question, but have we met?"

"...I don't know."
And that's a sign that something's wrong if ever there were one. Sam tends to know who he's met.

Alyx chews her lip for a moment. "You didn't happen to meet... like... a ghost here earlier this year, did you?"

"No. Haven't been here long enough to do that."
He's fairly certain on that point, at least, considering he's hardly been here long enough to get sick.

"Okay then," says Alyx. "--oh, and don't ask about the ghost thing. Long story."

"I won't, then."
But that hasn't really cleared up the niggling feeling. Not at all.

Nor has Alyx's strange feeling gone away. She fidgets in her seat, playing with the bits of her hair that have escaped from her headband. The fingers of her other hand drum a restless beat on the end table.

"This is weird..."

Sam nods. "It's weird."
Pandimensional bar, odd illness, the vague certainty that he knows this girl...

"Very weird."

"Fuckin' weird." He doesn't know why he's saying it. Or what the first word even means, beyond it having the universal cadence of swearing. It just... seems to fit.

Alyx rises from her seat and paces back and forth in front of the fire.

"I'm so mad that I don't know what to do
Fighting with microphones
Freezing down to my bones
And to top it all off, I'm with you..."

Sam just... blinks for a few moments, when she starts singing. But by the time she gets to the end, he thinks he's got it.
(Or, well, the hallucination does. It amounts to the same thing.)

"Feel like going insane,
Got a fire in your brain,
And you're thinking of drinking gasoline?"

(Yeah, he doesn't know what gasoline is either.)

"As a matter of fact..."

"Honey, I know this act--
It's called the Tango: Maureen."

...not that he knows who Maureen is, but what's another mystery on the night, really? In any case, this bit seems to require getting up.

"The Tango: Maureen
It's a dark, dizzy merry-go-round
As she keeps you dangling..."

"You're wrong," interjects Alyx. (Though she's not entirely sure what he's wrong about.)

That's all right. Sam doesn't know either.

Your heart she's mangling..."

"It's different with me!"

"And you toss and you turn
'cause her cold eyes can burn
Yet you yearn and you churn and rebound--"

...Sam understands enough of this to guess that Maureen, whoever she is, is... somewhat indiscriminate in her company. But knowing that doesn't mean this makes any more sense.

"I think I know what you mean..."

And then, they both sing in perfect unison:

"The Tango: Maureen."

It's not a bad harmony, considering they're both sick (and Sam, for his part, doesn't sing).

Has she ever pouted her lips and called you 'Pookie'?"

...Why in the Abyss would anyone call someone 'Pookie'? The nearest thing he can think of is 'pooka,' and neither he nor this girl is a small fairy, as far as he can tell.

"Never."

Alyx has no idea who this 'Maureen' person is, but she would be extremely annoyed if anyone called her 'Pookie.'

"Have you ever doubted a kiss or two?"

...So Maureen's been indiscriminate in her company with both of... whoever these people actually are? Mostly, Sam is still confused.
But there's little to be done about that, at the moment.

"This is--spooky."

'Spooky' doesn't begin to describe it, but whatever's compelling her to sing won't let her use stronger words.

"Did you swoon when she walked through the door?"