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Date: May 1st, 2001
Status: Private (Pollution and Loki)
Setting: Hospital
Summary: A visit to an old friend

It was late afternoon and the setting sun through the windows made deep run lights run across the floor. Pollution was faded out in the bright light, face tight and worried. The paper in his fist had a number on it and he gazed up and down the hall, looking for the door that matched it. There. There, he saw it. Slowly, he walked toward the door. It had taken a week for him to gather the courage to go and see his old friend. He had heard only rumors and second hand information since he got here and it made him nervous. He wasn't even sure Loki would remember him when he visited or would recognize him.

Standing outside the door, it took another burst of determination to knock on the door and wait. Maybe he was sleeping.

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A knocking sound woke Loki out of a light doze. It was dark. That surprised him as he somehow had a feeling that it didn't have to be. He'd seen this room lit before. He was almost sure of that. He also thought he knew how to make light, but there wasn't a fireplace or candle as far as he could see.

The knocking sound however he knew for sure was a request to come in. A visitor. Visitors, he remembered, were a nice thing. Except that he thought the last one might have scared the rat that lived under the bed. Still he wanted the visitor to come in. Now, what was the correct answer again?

"Hello?" Loki called out in old Norse*.


* It had finally somehow managed to stick in his brain that most people around here didn't speak Giant which was for some reason still a language his brain occasionally defaulted to.

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Even with the update to Norse from Giant, Pollution had no idea what he was saying. Assuming it was an invitation, he poked his head in the door. "Loki..? May I come in?" he asked softly, letting his voice drift through the doorway. It was pretty easy to see that Loki was awake and had been the person to speak. Now he just had to cross his fingers and hope he wasn't kicked out again.

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"Sure." Loki smiled at his visitor completely unaware that he'd switched to English now. "Am I supposed to know you?"

Something about the pale young man seemed familiar even though Loki was pretty sure he hadn't seen him in this room before. Well, as sure as he could be. He was aware that he tended to forget more than he remembered these days.

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Pollution frowned a little bit as he moved inside the room and towards the bed. "I'm Pollution... you don't remember me?" He didn't know that Loki might not remember. "Loki, if you feel sick again, let me know... I might not be very healthy for you." He shifted a little on his feet, feeling very out of place.

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"Pollution?" Loki repeated slightly incredulously. "Is that a nickname or did somebody really name their child that?"

He wasn't feeling entirely well, but then he couldn't remember ever doing so anyway and the last thing he wanted to do was kick out a visitor. They provided distraction from his problems and besides Loki was curious. Was this another old friend? He didn't appear to be a hospital employee at least.

"I'm fine," he lied. "Just some weird memory problem. I keep forgetting what exactly it is or how I got it, tough." He shrugged and put on a mock puzzled look. "I wonder why."

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Pollution slouched a little further. "You don't remember me then... We drank together." He gave a little lopsided grin and moved closer to the bed. He made a serious effort to keep his viruses, biological and otherwise to himself. The only thing that escaped him was a small puddle of oil that began to form under the chair he sat down in. The light stuck to in it and created a rainbow that Pollution stared at for a long moment.

"Humanity named me... Call me Poll... or White, if you'd like." He smiled, his head lolling to the side a little bit.

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Loki tilted his head at his visitor. He hadn't meant to upset him. "You do seem vaguely familiar," he assured him. "I just don't have any actual memories. Or maybe I just can't find them?"

The puddle of oil glittered prettily and Loki smiled. "I think I walked on a rainbow once. I remember how it felt under my feet, but I also remember that rainbows are only light. One can't walk on light, can one Polly?"

He wasn't sure why he'd turned Poll into Polly, but it felt right.

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Pollution sighed, but said nothing against the nickname. Loki was sick and in bed, he'd take issue later. "You'll find them, I'm sure... You have time."

"You can do a lot of things," he answer, running the tip of his shoe through the puddle. "You may have walked on a rainbow... I don't know, I couldn't tell you if it's possible."

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"What if I do, but misplace the memory of where to find them?" Loki asked. "I'm not sure, but I think that's what keeps happening. I like the walking on a rainbow memory. It feels like coming home."

He didn't want to misplace that memory whether it was real or just a dream. Still somehow he just knew that was exactly what was going to happen.

"So you can't walk on rainbows," he concluded watching the movement of Poll's foot stir up the oil and scatter the rainbow. "But you create them and play with them. That's pretty."

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"Don't misplace it then," he said sensibly. "Grab ahold of the memory and don't forget it. Don't let it go, that's all."

"I can create oil.." Pollution corrected vaguely, letting the puddle spread a little bit to case more rainbows. "The color is just attracted to it, that's all... I don't control them. "

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"It doesn't work like that," Loki tried to explain. "At least not at the moment. I just ... do something, think something, remember something and then poof it's gone."

He watched the oil spread almost mesmerised by the shimmering. "I like your oil. It's pretty and I don't mind, if you can't control something. You're causing it anyway and it's beautiful."