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Roxanne frowned thoughtfully at Harrison and took another bite of donut, “I’m sure they are… they’re just…” acting different. The thought that the Megamind that spoke to her a few weeks ago wasn’t her Megs… it upset her more than she wanted to admit. Grabbing onto the other topic, “Oh man, yeah after the twenty-sixth kidnapping it was starting to get hard to keep it fresh. God does he try, though. The banter all starts to blur together… sort of like a really familiar movie? But the things he makes?” she sighed, a nostalgic smile on her face, “That and getting him all worked up.”

“Are you sure that it’s your Wayne and your Megamind though?” Harrison presses.  “I’m not trying to make you feel crazy, but with multiples it can be easy to make that mistake.  I’ve known my husband’s nemesis off the court so to say for years, and yet when a new Megamind came to burgle a business I was patronizing, I thought he was my Megamind.  It might be worth it to double check.  You’ll find that while there is a lot of similarity, each of us blue men is unique and there are distinct differences.  For example my Megamind and the newest one in town have totally different numbering systems for their brainbots.  They also have very different attitudes towards crime and territoriality in Metro City.  And I’ve known Waynes that are true heroes, and ones that are frankly kind of dicks.”  

He gestures with his hand, thinking of Syx’s possessive lover and Wendolyn.  “At the very least its a chance to get to know some new people.”

“Brain bot numbering system? How would I…” Roxanne paled a bit, did she even know her Megamind well enough to know him from a double? She wanted to believe yes… but…

Shaking her head, she focused on Wayne instead, “It has to still be my Wayne. Even if he hasn’t wanted to have a movie night in ages…”

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Balancing her half-eaten donut on her coffee cup, Roxanne looked out over the park, “Five years…” she was going to have to dig back much further than she thought. It looked like a lot of her downtime was going to be spent at the library in the foreseeable future, “Yes, Megamind seems to be taking it hard. Wayne worse. Neither have really been themselves lately… It’s been over a month sence I’ve been kidnapped and several weeks since I saw Megamind last.”

“Not that I’m worried,” she laughed, “It’s like a vacation. I don’t even have to worry about getting smoke stains on my dress or worry about what shoes I wear to work,” it was easy to say the same half truths as always, to mask any feelings even from herself, “Wayne’s a big boy, he can take care of himself,” and it’s not like they were ever really that close of friends. If he needed some space, that was fine. 

Wayne was the one she was worried about. Yeah. Which is why she was chasing down Megaminds look-a-likes. She sighed and leaned back on the bench.

“Coming here is an adjustment for everyone.  It changes all your previous assumptions and calculations.  I know one blue guy, Syx, he’s basically rethinking his entire life right now.  He spent so long doing the villainy thing to cover a massive plan to fix up Metro City, but now those old problems aren’t here.  There are new ones for sure, but it changes the math,” Harrison explained, leaning back and weaving his fingers behind his giant blue head.  He didn’t mind giving advice to the newbies since he was now an old hat at this multiverse thing.  

“My advice is to take a little time for you and enjoy your kidnapping-free life.  I’ve only been kidnapped once and I found it quite fun, but I’m sure after about thirty times of the same-old thing, it gets a bit tired.  And if you’re worried about your boys, reach out,” he advised.  “You might find that your Megamind and your Wayne aren’t even here.”

Roxanne frowned thoughtfully at Harrison and took another bite of donut, “I’m sure they are… they’re just…” acting different. The thought that the Megamind that spoke to her a few weeks ago wasn’t her Megs… it upset her more than she wanted to admit. Grabbing onto the other topic, “Oh man, yeah after the twenty-sixth kidnapping it was starting to get hard to keep it fresh. God does he try, though. The banter all starts to blur together… sort of like a really familiar movie? But the things he makes?” she sighed, a nostalgic smile on her face, “That and getting him all worked up.”