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Who: Celeste Blackwell and the fleet
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Can be found sulking around the SS Golden kitchen
When: Feb 6, evening

[The last time this girl appeared on the network, she was in quite a hot rage, so it might be odd to see her looking quiet and pensive now. Sad, despite a slight smile, to those who really look closely.]

I've been away for awhile - don't ask, I don't quite understand it myself - but apparently I've come back just in time for Valentine's Day to be around the corner. And normally I'd be the last person to bring up something like this, but...

[But what? She doesn't say, just asks her question.]

... have you ever been in love? What were they like? What really made you think "My god, this is the one" when there are so many other people out there who might've been just as good? And I mean, if you're in love right now and you still want to answer, it needn't be past tense. I suppose - I just don't quite understand this either, I never have, but that doesn't stop it from happening.

[She appears to be at a loss for a moment, before shaking her head and chuckling to herself.]

My mates would laugh themselves sick if they could hear me now.

[And that's all.]

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What else do you know? In general, I mean, if there are a lot of things.

I was the right hand man of the Queen of the O.Z. once. I was very clever, I invented all kinds of things. I designed a machine to slow the cycle of the suns and extend the growing season.

You changed the rotation of a solar system? [She's staring at him in an all new way now, even if she's still somewhat reminded of Thomas.] That's rather beyond clever. That's incredible.

[He's looking somewhere else, distracted from the conversation.]

The Sun Seeder. I was the most brilliant mind of generations...

[He doesn't sound like he's really there, drifting, disconnected...]

Hi! Have we met?

[It looks like he's reset completely at that. More severe than Thomas ever was with her, but it still makes her heart ache.]

Not properly, no. My name's Celeste Blackwell.

Oh, that's a lovely name, Celeste. Heralding from celestial, meaning of the stars.

I'm Glitch! Good to meet you!

Thank you. It's rather apt here, isn't it? [She gives a crooked little smile.] I had a bloke tell me once that the translation from some languages is "heavenly" - quite a good opening line, that.

[Hank. Another little ache in her heart. But she moves past it as quickly as she can.]

It's a pleasure, Glitch. If you ever need help, remembering something that I might know - [Maybe this is a rude offer, she doesn't know, but she can't fight the compulsion to make it.] - please do call me, if you think of it.

[Glitch gives an odd sounding, aborted giggle.]

Well, that's a clever opening, for sure.

That's very sweet, but I probably won't remember to ask you. Or what I've forgotten. Or, possibly, you at all. Sorry about that.

Oh, don't apologise. [She's very quick to insist that, and very emphatic about it.] I'll introduce myself as many times as necessary, and I shan't take it personally once. I promise you that.

Thanks, doll. I forget everything all the time, they took my brain out and poof, memories!

[She specifically asked not to hear anything about this, but really. She can't let that pass.]

Your... entire brain?

Well... technically around half, probably something like sixty five percent? I mean, I can't see, and I haven't seen my brain, so I can't be sure how much, but as a standard on headcasing...

[It's possibly the most horrifying thing she's ever heard, and she heard a lot in Eudio. And apparently common enough to have a term in regular usage.]

I... [Celeste is almost never struck dumb, but it's happened.] ... I'm really very sorry.

... why?

[Most people assume he deserved it.]

Why? Because that's a disgusting, abhorrent thing to do to someone! How could anyone -

[No, she's not that naive. She knows that disgusting and abhorrent exist; This is just a new level to which she has to adjust. Breathing slowly in and out through her nose, she calms herself.]

- I just am. Sorry. Everyone deserves their memories.

[And their brain, for the love of god. But memories are so sensitive to her, it's a particularly hard thing to swallow.]

They do it to criminals. They, the state. Make them prisoners in their own minds. That's not why they took mine. I knew something. I just don't know what I knew.

Then it was probably to silence you. That's even worse.

[As sad as she looks for him, she's also starting to look like she could wring some necks if she found any members of this "state."]

[He gives a slight shrug, then looks at her and smiles, that slightly absent smile.]

Hi! Do I know you? I'm Glitch!

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