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[tallasaking]

Right, I don't expect anyone to remember this - or remember anything about this because I have written to myself several times 'No one remembers!' and I have underlined this twice, so clearly this has happened for several days. No one will remember this either, but I will put this here for myself, and my journal notes.

There is something different with the tubes. When I open the Marvisa up, there is something different with the tubes. Some are a blue-green in color, and others are now ... black. They were not black last year, and now, I have no idea why they are.

[He exhaled, rubbing his bearded face.] I have no idea how we are getting answers from this, and I know I am writing this all down again.

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[unbearablynaive]

I've noticed it as well. Do you have the tools to make a diagram of which tubes are discolored, and to compare it to your findings from other days?

As for the meaning behind it, I'm reminded of some of the technology we've found on other planets from abandoned or malfunctioning machinery of similar design.

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[tallasaking]

I have my journal - and since I bought this outside of this damnable ship, it at least cannot be erased.

How so? Can you expand?

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[unbearablynaive]

Excellent. Keeping an offline copy of this information is best, even if it does make it more difficult to share. I've found a slightly different way.

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This picture is a still image of one of the walls with the panel removed and a complex mechanism behind it, made of many working pieces and parts. In particular, several tubes full of a glowing liquid are present, as well as several which are dark and dead-looking. It's stylized to look like a painting.]

It was several years ago, but we visited a toxic moon with a malfunctioning terraformation structure. Its tubular structures also looked brown or black until a proper template was restored.

Additionally, there was a system called Lagan. On the singing planet there was the wreck of a host ship called the Virsua. It bore many similarities to the Marsiva, including these mechanisms behind the wall systems. I don't suppose you were around for those?

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[tallasaking]

Not only was I around for those events, I have those recorded as well! I shall have to make note that I have seen these before, so I do not forget again.

Thank you, so much. I hate the feeling that I am going ever so slightly Mad.

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[unbearablynaive]

It's my pleasure, of course.

Were you then also around for the town that reset every night? I was gone myself during that time, but the way our immediate surroundings return to the same configuration each morning seems like no coincidence, either.

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[tallasaking]

Yes, that particular town is how I stocked my ship up with necessities that are still in play today.

Have you noticed that many things have happened multiple times? As if the creators could not come up with any original ideas.

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[unbearablynaive]

That's good to hear. Thor likened its technology to what he saw on the Marsiva after attempting to destroy part of it; I'd recommend keeping an eye on it to see if you make a similar observation.

We are on the twelfth "Cycle". Most television series run out of original plot ideas around season five. And with a constantly changing "cast", even an old event will provide new stimuli. My own Calibrations have changed significantly since the first time I was here, for example.

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[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa hasn't seen the tubework that Tyrion is speaking of but she saw something else and she wonders if it is related. It's worth talking to her husband about, anyway. )

I did not see the tubing, lord husband. I saw something different. Do you think this is a safe way to communicate, though? Should we talk of it in person instead?

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[tallasaking]

[Tyrion's lips pursed, and then he nodded his head.]

Yes, come to me, lady wife. I want to write down everything you have told me.

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Since everyone is trapped on the Marsiva, it actually does not take Sansa long to find Tyrion's berth. She raps lightly at the door; she hardly wants to interrupt his privacy when it's so rare to come by here. )

Tyrion? Am I interrupting you?

[tallasaking]

Since I asked you to come here? Not at all.

[Tyrion called through the door.]

Come through, lady wife.

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa heads through the door, settling on the edge of the berth Tyrion's been assigned for his involuntary stay onboard the Marsiva. )

I saw screens with information on them, things that went by almost too quickly for me to be able to read it all.

[tallasaking]

[He took Sansa's hand immediately, kissing the back of it as his mis-matched eyes glimmered in the near darkness of the berth.]

Tell me all you can remember. I shall make a note to ask you if you have seen more tomorrow.

[samahl]

Isn't it great when they make everything seem as if we're all living in an illusion?

Desire demons do that back home, and finding yourself in their trap is never a good thing.

[tallasaking]

Oh yes, I often delight in the desire to rip my own hair out by the handful from frustration.

[A sigh.]

...Do not give them ideas, Cyril.

[samahl]

I doubt my mind could come up with anything half as creative as what they do.

Oh, also. [Time for an awkward convo switch.] Did I tell you? Your wife and I finally had a conversation. She's lovely.

[tallasaking]

Yes, yet .... yet I am sensing patterns. Things that run over and over again, each new Cycle we enter. A message in the chaos, if only we can piece together the fragments.

[A pause, and then a delighted smile.]

She is, is she not? What did you two talk about? Me, I hope, and how delightful I am.

[samahl]

Obviously. That was at least a quarter of our conversation.

The rest was comforting one another over the calibrations.

Did you know we were on the same ship?

[tallasaking]

I am pleased to hear it.

Ah, yes. It has become something of a yearly torture, has it not?

No, I wasn't aware! Sansa never talks about her ship much, when we are together.

[stillgotmyleftarm]

Do you think it would help if more than one person wrote it down?

[This is him having no idea what you're talking about, but still offering, stranger.]

[tallasaking]

As long as it is not on paper that you procured from this ship, or a writing tool and ink that you have also procured from this ship. Otherwise it will just disappear.

[stillgotmyleftarm]

Well, shit. I don't have anything, in that case.

That's pretty disturbing, though. I mean, if you can get more disturbing than forgetting in the first place.

[tallasaking]

Ask amongst your crew. Some might have paper they have purchased on another planet.

This entire place thrives on disturbing.

[stillgotmyleftarm]

Yeah, I'm really starting to get that.

[About the disturbing.]

Kinda too new to have a crew, so I guess that doesn't do you much good. I might have a few people I can ask, though.

You sure the, uh, alien paper will do it? Not that we have much other choice, it sounds like.

[tallasaking]

I have had no problems with the paper I have bought off of this ship. The Atroma control many things - but they do not seem to command off-world suppliers, thank the Seven.

I tried writing it in blood once. Not ... nearly as successful as I hoped.