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Who: Renart
Broadcast: Text fleetwide
Action: Planetside
When: Post-shuffle

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[Renart does not want to be here. Sure, being out in space has to be a step up from that post-apocalyptic wasteland. Space is one of the few places she's never actually been to before, and since she's always wanted to she should be thrilled.

But there are important people back in that stupid wasteland. Ones that are liable to get into dangerous, possibly deadly situations without her there to keep them safe. She's hoping they've been pulled here too. Finding out is her main priority as she fiddles with her communicator, eventually figuring out how to send a quick message to the network at large.]

Since I happen to be completely mundane
Absolutely unremarkable
And entirely forgettable
Why don't you tell me about yourselves?

Where are you from? What is your home like?

I'll let you know when you can stop talking ฅ(^･ω･^ฅ)

[At the very least, maybe she can hunt down a few of them. Or people who know them.]

Oh, and does there happen to be a curated list of every individual who has been pulled here?

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[After she's demolished those pudding deserts and figured out how to get down to the actual planet she'll be doing just that in hopes of finding someone familiar. Thankfully no one seems to care too much about her ears and tail which means she doesn't bother hiding them - though, having to contend with such an affectionate civilization quickly wears thin and after several hours of searching she takes a break, making her way to the edge of the forests. For an animal Fairy Tale such as herself it's more relaxing, even if she doubts she's likely to find anyone important away from the hustle and bustle of the markets. Sadly, the friends she has in mind don't entirely share her preference for nature. They're all human, or were human, or are human-y. Not animals, basically.

Still, it doesn't mean she can't enjoy herself for a little while before she resumes searching. She'll keep her messenger bag (and her Story) close as she wanders through the trees, ears twitching in response to every subtle noise in the vicinity.]

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_{[ It had been a day out in the forests, but at least he hadn't been chased by something with far to much teeth. It meant that, for once, he was relatively clean and not scratched up, only mildly sweaty from the humidity. The blue slug on his shoulder didn't seem to mind much either way, apparently pleased with getting to be up so high and walking through the world so quickly.

He spotted Renart as he came out of the depths towards the wider grouping of trees along the path, turning a motion to wipe sweat off his brow into a raised gesture of hello. ]}

Afternoon!

[Really, the last person she wants to see.

She recognizes his voice instantly, but denial kicks in a second later. No way, she's just mistaken, right? But the closer Kirk gets the better look she gets, and a truckload of denial can't help her when both his voice and appearance match up with the man she knows from Between.

She stops and stares. What was with that greeting? Sarcasm? He shouldn't be acting civil towards her after all the shit they've given each other.]

You? How can you be here?

[She hasn't seen anyone else from the settlement yet, and she's been searching. So what the fuck? How is it he's the first one she's run into??]

_{[ Kirk pauses, not having expected more than a mild friendly greeting in return and then going on his way. He frowned at the little fox, not sure what all she meant by that, and his confusion is painfully obvious. ]}

Um, I'm sorry, have we met?

_{[ He looked her up and down, but he was sure he would remember meeting someone like her, especially considering she had reacted quite so strongly to him. ]}

[Her ears flatten and her tail puffs up. This has to be some kind of silly joke, finding Kirk first of all people. That might mean there are others from the settlement here, but still! She really does not like this guy.]

What are you talking about? Of course we have.

[If he's teasing her he isn't doing a good job of it.]

When did you get here? Where are the others?

_{[ Kirk's confused look remains, even growing a tad worried, and he makes no move to get any closer to the woman. Something in him said keeping his distance might be a good idea right about now. God damnit, was this someone he had slept with years ago? Why did people always think he would remember one-night stand names? No one did that! ]}

I'm sorry, but we've never met before. Ever.

I got here about five or so months ago, and I don't know what others you mean. Like I said, I don't know you.

_{[ That seems an important thing to keep emphasizing. ]}

[God, she wishes she was just a one night stand. One night stands are easy and rarely offensive. And unfortunately for Kirk she's thinking the exact opposite, storming closer to get up in his face. Maybe his brain just needs a good kickstart to remember?]

You left Between and wound up here, like I did. Don't lie.

[That's got to be what happened. He disappeared from Between about... 5 or 6 months ago. Maybe. She didn't actually bother keeping close track of him. Regardless! That has to be what happened to him! He's just being an asshole.]

_{[ There is suddenly a small woman in his face, and while that would
normally be pleasant, right now it just made him quite uncomfortable. He
step-shuffled back, blue eyes remaining confused. Looking even more so now.
There's a flicker of anger in there too, lips setting in a thin line.
]}

Why the hell would I lie about something like that? I have no idea what you're talking about, what the Between is, miss, or who you even are.

_{[ He shifted his pack and made to move away. ]}

I'm sorry, you have me mistaken for someone else.

_{[ It's said in a tone like she had best drop it, because his patience
was ending. ]}

[Oh no, she isn't letting him just leave. Whatever is going on - whether he's lying, his memory has been messed with, whatever it is - she's going to figure it out. Whether he wants to or not doesn't matter, this is too important to just drop.]

Hey! [She's quick, reaching out and grabbing his arm with a tight grip to keep him from leaving. Which is... not the best idea, sadly.

Memories flash between them, two fairly recent ones. Both happen in a dingy, rundown sad little post-apocalyptic settlement that consists of ugly buildings and a hell of a lot of sand. The two of them (and another boy) and in what appears to be a storehouse: it's full of things like barrels, sacks of food, and miscellaneous goods such as the bottle of dish soap Renart is holding in her hands as she sneak up behind Kirk and proceeds to dump it all over him. The next memory reverses their roles: there is one extremely pissed off Renart and one very smug Kirk. The reason? There is an adorable jingly collar stuck around Renart's neck, one that's been created with belief and can only be removed with belief.

Fun! Once the memories have been completely shared between them Renart is freaking out a bit and yanking her hand away from him.]

_{[ He doesn't move away quick enough from her to avoid getting touched.

The sudden burst of memories is jarring to say the last. Fragments that piece themselves together rapidly and that... that's him. But how? He's never met her in his life, been in those places. So how can it be him? Unless it's not him-him, it's another him from another time line, another universe. He knows it's possible, after all, it's just jarring to be slapped in the face with it.

He takes several sharp steps back, breathing heavily, staring at her, trying to process the memories. ]}

I'm sorry. Whoever that was, he wasn't me. I don't know who you are or what that place was, or any memory of those events.

I'm not the person you remember.

[Jarring is an understatement. Even with her feet solidly planted on the ground she feels as if she's going to stumble over when she pulls away from him. It takes a few moments for her to recover and when she does she's strangely silent, not even arguing with Kirk.

No, she just looks disheartened. It doesn't sound like he's lying, as much as she would like for him to be. He's the closest thing she has to a connection back to Between. More importantly, back to Monty.

Her ears droop.]

... Right. Of course. How silly of me.

[This time she's the one who turns to walk away. She needs to be alone and process all this. Figure out her next move, if there is one.]

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