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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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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.

Someone just told me.

[Someone who looks eerily like Charles, which made it even more alarming to hear.]

I didn't want to think a third one could exist... two was bad enough.

... So... No one told you about Sabra, then.

Sabra...?

[The name rings a bell, but he can't quite remember where he's heard it before.]

The world Bluebird and Spark were from.

... It, ah... Was turned into one of those places, eventually.

[Erik did meet Bluebird a few times, and he knows Maya was fond of her. He's certain they never talked about... ah. His eyes widen as it clicks.]

Someone told me about it, once. In the library. That was over a decade ago, for me.

... You've been doing this shit for more than ten years...?

[she involuntarily shudders at that, just imagining.]

... I guess it makes sense. There's some people here who have been... In various interdimensional shitholes themselves. For several years. I think the highest one of them said eight.

Not consecutively. Added together, it would be more like eight months, spread over time. Two in the library. Nearly six in Kyriakos.

[He's only been able to sort out the whens of the situation recently, when he finally received all his memories back. Plus, the fact that he didn't remember the library after leaving it threw a real spanner in his works.]

Eight years?

... It's been over a year for me. About half a year at the castle, then over half a year here.

That's what I'm told. I... don't necessarily want to say any more than that. It's not my story to tell, after all.

Fair enough. But the fact that there are so many different types of experiences like this is concerning.

I try not to think about it, honestly.

[He snorts.]

Likewise. But it sounds like I'm going to have time on my hands until I'm moved from this ship. So I might as well.

No, what you might as well do is savor the food you get over there. The food on the ships we get here is shit.

How bad is it?

"Protein paste".

When I said it was shit, I was being far more literal than you think.

[He's... well. He's had worse in his life, but that doesn't mean he has to like it.]

Something to look forward to.

[Said in the most disparaging manner possible.]

Yeah. It seems like most of us stockpile food whenever we visit a planet or station like this to tide us over until the next one, so we don't have to eat... that.

[He makes a note to himself: do that. As soon as possible.]

Is there anything else important I should know?

I think the guide covers most things. Do you know what augment you have?

[He frowns, trying to think about it. Think around it. What stands out?]

It seems to involve mechanical things.

[He's no stranger to the workings of mechanical items, but usually he needs blueprints or a sense of something before he can work with it. Engines... that seems like a new addition.]

That sounds like engineering? You'll be able to repair the ships.

... Not that that's likely to ever come up again, I think.

So it's been necessary before.

Once. We were attacked by a fleet far too similar to ours.

I'm pretty sure the Atroma set it up. But when I accused their spokesperson of it, she freaked out so bad her boss had to come in and take over. It was actually pretty great.

[She assumes Blade can appreciate making their captor's lives even a little bit harder.]

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