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Who: Erik Lehnsherr & anyone
Broadcast: Fleetwide video, unintentional
Action: The Marsiva
When: 26th Feb

[When the feed begins, Erik is already awake. Awake, but not yet moving from the bed. He's holding himself in the kind of intense stillness that preludes a burst of activity. And it comes shortly after, as he rolls swiftly to his feet and surveys the deck. This isn't the mansion, that much is clear. Nor is it part of any realm he's been in that he can tell. His brow furrows as he glares daggers into a featureless wall. While there is nothing of particular interest about it - it's just a wall - he seems to be observing something he finds off-putting about it.

He shakes his head abruptly, a quick jerk of the chin.] No. [With nothing further to say than that, he turns and stalks out of frame, with only a cursory glance at the communicator left behind.

Ten minutes pass, the feed holding on a truly exciting shot of that empty bed and floor.

But soon enough he re-enters the frame, wearing an expression somewhere between frustrated and resigned. This time, he does notice the communicator. After a considering pause, he walks over, reaching out ... and turns it with a finger, pointing the camera at the wall. His voice rings out clearly a moment later.]

If someone is watching, I'd appreciate an explanation. I haven't got much patience for these kinds of games anymore.

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We're supposedly on reality TV, broadcast to billions, if not trillions, of people across the galaxy, watching our every move and listening to our every word. I don't actually believe that, but on the slight off-chance that's true...

At the castle, there were ninety-six of us, and our thoughts gave them that much power. Imagine what kind of power they'd get from the thoughts of that many people.

[His attention snags on "at the castle", but he'll come back to that.]

What makes you think anything beyond Kyriakos can reach them, let alone thoughts?

I don't know if they can. I don't know, and I have no way to test it. But are you willing to risk it? Because I'm not.

[He would, personally, not like his actions to be dictated by Echoes long after he left their realm. He never really got to pay them back in any way, and it still rankles.]

I do see your point. I'll abide by it, for now.

Thanks.

Lark and Magpie from my team used to be here, but they vanished. Natalie from Henwen is here now, too.

... Lace from Dawon, and Vash from Cats, are both here as well, but they don't remember any of it, like they were never there.

[Well, he isn't likely to talk to any person from the Cat team, whether they know him or not. The mention of Lace gives him pause, though.]

Is that because they forgot, or do you think it's something else?

[He's had his own encounters with people who don't remember him, in Kyriakos itself. Clover and Wren never did remember the library, or him.]

... While Magpie was here, according to her, she had already completed her mirror and gone home. So we know leaving doesn't remove your memories of that place.

So... The only thing I can think of is that they're some kind of alternate version. Ones that never went there.

I can confirm that. I went home a month ago, and I haven't forgotten it.

[Which is a small consolation, given the number of times he's lost his memories before. It does make him cautious regarding how sure he is that nothing is missing.]

Mm, well. I did know people there who never remembered me from the library. It's not entirely out of the question.

You did? ... You're from- after me, then.

The library? You mean Belt's?

Yes. I knew Belt there.

[He pauses then, circling back around to the comment about the castle. That was too odd.]

Is that why you said the castle?

[She sighs, and lowers her head.]

It... was the castle. It didn't stop being the castle until the day before I was taken here.

[She's not sure how else she can put it, in a way that won't risk giving Nyssa any more power.]

[For a moment, he's baffled as he tries to work out the timelines. That was weeks ago... months. And he's seen Nightingale around since then, he's sure of it.]

Then all I can say is that it still wasn't the castle when I left.

Damn it. I guess good news was too much to hope for.

I don't tend to have much of that, at the best of times.

[He's still reading through the document. Now, though, he pauses, his expression going rigid. And he reaches up slowly to feel behind his left ear.]

.... Yeah. The implant sucks, too.

And, um. There's... one more thing I haven't mentioned yet.

[Taking bets on how long until he tries taking a knife to it. After a long, long pause, he lowers his hand.]

What is it?

There's... a few people here, who were at the castle, but have no memory of it. Instead, they remember being at different interdimensional shitholes. Generally ones that don't involve amnesia or teams.

... Rosella, from my team, is one of them. And...

And Willow.

[He never really knew Rosella, and thus doesn't know the name. Nor does he recognise her later when Hermione comes to call. Willow, though. That stings, about as much as Lace did.]

Do they know? Have you mentioned it to them?

I've... mentioned it? She had no idea what I was talking about, and I couldn't be specific, for obvious reasons. And, I mean, it's not like I was ever close to Willow. For all I know, it could just be someone who is... totally identical. In face and voice. Weirder shit's happened.

[He would know, if he got her name. He's heard it often enough in her memories that he's seen. Or, well... he could just avoid her entirely. Something to decide later.]

True enough. Thank you for letting me know.

No problem. Figured that's not something you'd want to be surprised by.

[It isn't, no. But it's one he can deal with.]

I've learned to manage unfortunate surprises, in my time.

Yeah, so have I.

Like waking up with amnesia in a bullshit castle.

I have to say, waking up with my memories intact is almost novel.

[Not enough to make him happy, but it's... an upside...?]

No kidding.

... There's still another color-coded amnesia shithole out there. "Aather", it was called.

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