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Got a Mind Like Swiss Cheese

Who: Katie and you
Broadcast: Nope
Action: Vanquish, Iskaulit
When: 25th June onwards

[You'd think she'd reach out to let people know she was okay. What a jerk.

Instead, running into Katie might be an accidental thing. She's either curled up in her room on the Vanquish (her actual room, not the personnel office), patting Licorice absently and not sure why the poor cat sounds so distressed...

...or the jumbled pieces of memory she has eventually lead her to the Iskaulit, exploring most places in the vain hopes it will fill in the gaps.

Run into her anywhere. She's not staying put in any one place unless someone gets her attention, but moving through in a slow sort of way, wrapped in the warmest coat she has. Except for one point where she passes her reflection and stares for a while.]

...

When did I get so old...?

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[The Iskaulit is practically where Sam lives, when you consider he works shifts there so often. And really, it's easier to just launch into work, work, work, so that he can try to keep his mind occupied. It's hard, though — just because he's a Winchester doesn't mean the deaths of his friends roll off him. Especially when they're someone as close and important as Katie.

Seeing her wandering around the Iskaulit is like seeing a ghost for a split second; blame it on being a hunter. But then that split second passes and he recognizes, with unyielding relief, that she's back.

So he abandons his post to follow.]

Katie — Katie!? Hey!

[He looks extremely happy to see you. That's nice, right, confused lady?]

[Well, she turns at the sound of her name at least? :D?

Though there's a long, narrow-eyed look as she considers him, shifting from one foot to the other and hugging her coat close. You're familiar. Um...

What was it...]

...

Sam, right...?

[Oh, and here he was about to lunge in for a hug. Isn't that just his luck? He stops mid-step, looking surprised for a moment. Oh, shit, there's a catch — there's always a catch, when it comes to this fae business. He stares in surprise at her for a moment, then clears his throat, trying to figure out how to even start.]

I — yeah, that's me. Do you... Um. Do you remember anything? Other than my name?

[Shit, he's not sure what to even expect. Something must've... forked? After all, the last time she'd died, her soul split from that other part of her, but that was in a giant dark cloud of death, so...]

We went exploring once. [She has more than that, but it's all fractions of memory, looks and exasperated laughter and...hnn. She's frustrated, but that doesn't stop her crossing her arms.]

You told me rat tails would taste like spaghetti. I'm pretty sure you're wrong, by the way.

[Oh, lord.]

I hope that's not your only memory, because I gotta say, there are way more interesting ones.

[He smiles a little, sad but relieved she's at least... you know. Not fucking dead.

How does he even begin to address this whole situation?]

What do you remember about yourself?

There's more, I think, but it's jumbled. I definitely know you. [Her tone is friendly-curious.] We're friends, aren't we?

...um. Nowhere near as much as I should. You sound like you might know why that is. [Pls help.]

[He breathes in, breathes out.

Well, there's no point in beating around the bush, then.]

We're really good friends, yeah. I've known you for a few years now.

Do you remember... anything about Adstringendum? Or how you first got on the fleet?

[This is gonna be a hot mess, innit.]

[y e p

Also she takes her time thinking that through, because it's difficult. Sheeee isn't sure about Adstringendum, it doesn't ring a bell, but on the other hand she remembers the conversation about rat tails, and that wasn't here, so--]

Adstringendum was the ruin, right? Everything was all wrecked, and it was really cold for a while... [She frowns.] Then it flooded. I stayed with you for a bit. I don't remember much else from there... [Except pieces. She has a vague recollection of fixing a roof? That doesn't seem right.]

I don't remember arriving here, but you've been here from the beginning of what I remember. Did we arrive together...? But I didn't see you again for-- years. Years and years--

--how old am I?

[Katie, he's fifty times more capable of answering a question about native american history folklore or the mating rituals of chupabaras before he can give an accurate age of one of his closest gal friends. So, you know, he plays this incredibly safe for the first of it, frowning worriedly.]

..... How old you do think you are?

[She raises a hand and points at the nearest reflective surface.] Younger than that. I know I'm missing a lot, but what I have isn't anywhere near taking me up to someone so old. I remember graduating high school. [Just. She wasn't good at tests.] Studying to be a policewoman. [She's not sure she ever became one, but there were job applications...hnn.]

But that would make me... barely nineteen, at most.

[He sighs through his nose.]

You've definitely had a few more years than that, yeah.

So you remember Adstringendum — and I'm guessing you remember a little about the fleet, too, right?

Some sort of reality TV show I'm not allowed to leave, yeah? [She wrinkles her nose.] There was an episode of Doctor Who like this, you know.

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