Week 7

[airlockedmods]

[Well that weekend sucked. The Champions are down a dad and a bean and shrinking their numbers smaller and smaller, less and less.

There's no sign of life in the spaceport aside from PAL's omnipresent voice and SIS, the helpful asSIStant who has some control over certain heres and theres in the spaceport. She (and PAL) are available at all times and can appear anywhere if called. There is, however, a new floor to explore. Just hop in the elevator and pchoo.]


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Comments

[daughterofthemark]

My! I've never heard of a room with such an ability!

[...well she's distracted for a moment, at least.]

[myocordial]

It's complicated technology. Not something I'm entirely unfamiliar with, but... I wasn't expecting them to have a room dedicated to it here.

Would you like to try it?

[daughterofthemark]

I... I wouldn't wish to interrupt what you were doing...

[myocordial]

I'm only reminiscing. [Holding on to these memories while he still can.] Nothing that can't be put on hold.

Please, feel free.

[daughterofthemark]

Then...

[There are places Arianna would like to see again, but after what she saw upon walking in, there's one place in particular that comes immediately to mind. So the environment shifts only slightly--there's a different collection of stupid crap in the room, and one of the beds has the remains of a dried and crushed rose on it.

Welcome to Room 2.]

[myocordial]

...Ah. This was yours.

[daughterofthemark]

...yes. Mine and... Dame Mai's.

[She looks around, wandering over to pick up the pool skimmer handle.]

[myocordial]

Right. I remember.

["For now" goes unspoken, but the implication hang heavy in the air.]

I hope your memories of staying together are fond ones, even if it was... regrettably brief.

[daughterofthemark]

They are. She was a good person. She didn't deserve what happened to her.

...she deserves to be remembered.

[myocordial]

Hm. I was very fond of her. It was... appalling, what they did to her.

She does. She... [He knows he can't say they won't forget. He can't.] We'll take them back. If they touch any of these memories, we will take them back and we will make them pay.

They can't just take our friends from us.

[daughterofthemark]

...I should do something. Find some way to ensure I will know of her, even if they do.

[myocordial]

You could write it down? I'm not sure if they won't take steps against that, but it's worth trying.

[daughterofthemark]

...I will. Perhaps I could draw her, as well.

[myocordial]

That's a good idea. They can't make you forget her completely if you put all your memories to paper first.

[daughterofthemark]

...Rii-san and Clarith, as well.

[myocordial]

Yes. Them, too.

[...]

Rhys and Angel as well. Everyone... They all deserve to be remembered. I want to be sure we don't ever forget them entirely.

[daughterofthemark]

Lord Ardyn, Sir Choromatsu... Dame Queenie...

[Oops.]

[myocordial]

...We'll remember this conversation too. Even if we don't remember who it was about, we'll know that they were important.

[daughterofthemark]

...that almost seems more frightening, if I am to be honest.

[myocordial]

Consider it motivation to be sure we take our memories back after we lose them. We'll know it's worth fighting for.