[ aaaaaa indeed. he's sitting over in the medbay; the trunk of his arm is at least closed over. he gives her a little smile and wave with his good arm in greeting, but he does look tired. ]
[ thank you he will leave when it gets crowded because there's eight injured people, but he does take the requisite time to take care of himself without any fuss. ]
Hm... It was a prison, at first? But we were extracted by the "United States" government which implanted bombs in our brains. Hell no. And then we were tasked to eliminate a very wealthy, very grief-stricken gentleman who was raising the dead.
It wasn't anywhere here—I'd almost believe it was a dream? If not for— [ wiggles... arm stump. ]
[ every single person he talks to is like yeah that place sucks actually, so he's forming an impression. ]
Me as well. [ he sighs, stretching his good arm out with a grimace, clearly sore and tired but otherwise keeping it together. ] It sounds like the other four had some sort of mission... but whatever happened to us? Makes no sense to me whatsoever.
[ just suddenly being in another place, doing... something. ]
Very true, very true. [ since when has anything followed logic here. ] It is dangerous though. The four of us came out alive, but we were somewhere else entirely. We believed we were other people. Our memories were false, but our injuries— [ gestures ] are real.
It is! I still feel as though it happened, somewhat? But it's like a more distant memory.
I'm grateful to have survived it in one... well, almost one piece. [ hehe ] I hope we didn't worry you too badly. Seems that this journey has more surprises for us yet.
We barely had the time to be worried. Didn't realize you were gone until you were back, and then worrying got compartmentalized to make sure you got treated.
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Week 1: Thursday
What on Earth happened to you guys? [ 'earth'? ] Figure of speech, obviously.
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...Goodness. I don't know. Prison?
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Looking for a little more detail than that...
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Hm... It was a prison, at first? But we were extracted by the "United States" government which implanted bombs in our brains. Hell no. And then we were tasked to eliminate a very wealthy, very grief-stricken gentleman who was raising the dead.
It wasn't anywhere here—I'd almost believe it was a dream? If not for— [ wiggles... arm stump. ]
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[ this is a joke that she is failing to deliver as a joke because she does mean it just a little too much. ]
I was hoping all our problems would stay on the ship.
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Me as well. [ he sighs, stretching his good arm out with a grimace, clearly sore and tired but otherwise keeping it together. ] It sounds like the other four had some sort of mission... but whatever happened to us? Makes no sense to me whatsoever.
[ just suddenly being in another place, doing... something. ]
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We can't expect this place to follow... logic.
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Every week, there is more danger here.
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Memories can be tampered with. That's nothing new, but I really wish it weren't happening. At least it... sounds like it's wearing off.
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It is! I still feel as though it happened, somewhat? But it's like a more distant memory.
I'm grateful to have survived it in one... well, almost one piece. [ hehe ] I hope we didn't worry you too badly. Seems that this journey has more surprises for us yet.
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We barely had the time to be worried. Didn't realize you were gone until you were back, and then worrying got compartmentalized to make sure you got treated.
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[ interesting... imagine divorcing yourself from your feelings....... ] Why?
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Though I find it much easier not to fear than to stop worrying.
[ she just feels like a more experienced leader than him. ]
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