Arrival broadcast

[amicably_absent]

Who: Glitch and anyone interested!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Now?

[He comes awake slowly, almost peacefully. His dark eyes stay unfocused and close again, still relaxed and calm.

The second time they blink open, there's a bit more focus and they shift to look around him.

Then he freezes.

It's a fear reaction. It's the rabbit in the headlights, stay still, maybe you won't be noticed reaction. His eyes dart around to take in details, but then he relaxes when he realises he's alone.

His hands come up and feel along the zipper in his scalp, checking with ages old familiarity for any change. Apparently satisfied that everything is right, he lowers his hands down.]

Hello? Someone? Cain… ooh, flashy light, what's… oh! Are you a Far Speaker? Miniaturised far speaking technology, look at the clarity of the screen, that's a mirror quality image.

[The communicator is grabbed and starts being turned around in his hands. His clothing seems to have once been very fine, but is now torn and dirty. His pale skin is marked with small abrasions and the dirt of living rough.

He's also still chattering away quite happily to himself.]

I wonder what sort of broadcasting signal this is using, wireless magics don't get this small, usually, but if it were pre-Witch-

[He goes stiff with shock.]

Merciful light, the Witch! DG! Where am I, I need to get back, I have to- I have to-

[He blinks and his face relaxes, all the sharp panic gone.]

Ooh! Far Speaking technology! It's so small, how did they manage to get it that small?

Comments

[amicably_absent]

I don't know what happened to her. Or why I'm not with her.

I mean, I don't remember anything about me, remembering what happened to her is probably wishful thinking.

I don't remember. I used to understand the process, I'm sure.

[tallasaking]

So ... really this is sort of a hopeless situation?

[amicably_absent]

[Those words bring a change over Glitch. His so far relentless optimism and cheer fades, and something else there. Not despair. Not quite hurt.

But the words clearly do hurt in some way.]

It's, I mean, it's out there somewhere, it's not-

[He blinks and suddenly smiles, bright and slightly unsure.]

Hi! Have we met?

[tallasaking]

...Yes, Glitch, I'm Tyrion. I think I've discovered something about you since we've been talking. Powerful emotion seems to reset your memories.

[amicably_absent]

Tyrion... right! Yes, I do know you. Well, not really, but we have conversed.

[He sighs softly.]

Yeah, I know. I forget, but I do know. It's stress, causes the synapses to misfire and reroute and bam! Glitch.

[tallasaking]

Many a time, it seems.

[And the fact that the man knew his own problem? Gave Tyrion some hope that he was not completely gone.]

So ... if you have problems focusing, what do you do as a profession?

[amicably_absent]

I used to be the advisor to the Queen.

Now? I'm a headcase, I mostly try not to starve or get beaten to death.

The O.Z. is in pretty dark times. Longcoats on the loose, suspicion everywhere, the fear steeps into the ground and air.

People usually think I'm a criminal. Nice ones will let me sleep in their sheds or barns.

[Read: He doesn't have a job. He doesn't have a home. He has literally nothing but the clothes he's wearing and a zip in his head.]

[tallasaking]

...Well, you'll be fed here, and housed here, as well people taking care of you, Glitch. [He was a madman, certainly, but Tyrion had known much crueler ones.]

[amicably_absent]

[He looks up, eyes sharp and focused.]

I've survived several years headcased. I know that. I don't need looking after. Just... the facilities to look after myself and the occasional reminder.

[tallasaking]

[Now that was interesting ... sharp and focus in those dark eyes. Tyrion tilted his head to the side.]

... Very well, you have those. What else do you need?

[amicably_absent]

[The sharpness softens at the recognition from Tyrion.]

I don't need it, but I could really go a nice, red apple.

[tallasaking]

That ... might be a little harder to procure, but I shall see what I can do. Fresh fruit is something of a luxury around here.

[amicably_absent]

Naw, you don't have to do that for me! There's gotta be food around here somewhere, right?

[tallasaking]

There is ... but as I have said,, it is terribly hard to procure.

[amicably_absent]

That's okay. I can still try!

[tallasaking]

Well, then I wish you the best of luck, my friend.

[amicably_absent]

Thank you!

[He promptly wanders off, leaving the communicator where it is.]