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[ghostfromthemachine]

Who: Senna
When: Day 1, GOODDD MORNINGGG
Where: Senna carriage

[ well this all SURE IS A THING THAT IS HAPPENING! how are you guys all doing. ]

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[ghostfromthemachine]

[ emerging from her room, blinking vaguely at the common area, and then making a slightly dazed beeline for the fridge.

#priorities? #priorities. ]

[cawnflict]

[ He's busy stretching out long, black wings, like how you'd stretch from waking up after a nap. ]

Good morning.

/3

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ very clearly on autopilot as she wanders over to the fridge ]

Good morni—

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ ...

...

... ]

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ blinks at him for a couple more moments, goes "hmm" very quietly under her breath, and then shakes herself and resumes Food Quest. ]

Excuse me, goodness. ...Is it morning, actually? I couldn't really tell.

[cawnflict]

[ look... he appreciates people who are intent on food. ]

It might as well be.

[ It was the middle of the night before he arrived here, so it's clearly morning for him now. ]

[ghostfromthemachine]

Fair enough!

[ rummaging ]

[cawnflict]

[ a pause. then he's jerking a thumb to his wings. ]

This may be intrusive... but do you not have any similar features?

[ look, he's considering faking the amnesia, but the fact that he can't see ears or a tail or something is weird. ]

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ pulling back to look at him ]

Nnno? Or— hmm. Actually—

[ hold that thought while she gives herself a quick once-over/pat down combo. then, with more certainty: ]

No. Which is kind of a shame, now that I'm thinking about it, but oh well. ...Were you expecting me to have them?

[cawnflict]

I suppose. I don't remember specifics [ :^) ] but everybody is supposed to have something like that. "Animal" features, or something similar.

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ humming under her breath ]

Yours struck me as something surprising, so... hmm. That recording did say "worlds..."

—ah, wait, what do you mean you don't remember specifics?

[unaffective]

[ that's a bodypart? ]

... Yes, good morning... It seems that we'll be partnered here. It's nice to meet you.

[cawnflict]

[ it might be a body part :) ]

Partnered. [ WELL. She's not wrong, apparently. ] You as well. If I had a name to give you...

[unaffective]

You've lost your memories as well?

[cawnflict]

It seems like it. We must all be like this.

[unaffective]

... No, I've retained mine. It's rather that I was hoping to determine some manner of pattern within the loss...

And - I suppose there's little reason to imagine that you would recall your age, in such a case.

[cawnflict]

[ ...oh.

Interesting. So there are others who remember; part of his reasoning for keeping it a secret is that it'd look suspicious to be left with them when others did not.

Hm. ]

No, but a pattern isn't a bad idea to investigate. I was wondering if it had to do with what happened before we arrived. Or how we arrived. Do you know you got here?

[unaffective]

I don't. I spoke with someone from another car, and she claimed the same - further, of those with a greater degree of amnesia present at the time that she awoke, there was only a child. If you and the young woman present here are closer in age to myself, however, then it may not factor into the severity in any manner deserving of note...

... Though she and I both are hopeful that it may be temporary. Have you eaten?

[unaffective]

[ she doesn't seem too immediately panicked as she emerges from her room, but there's a distinct tension to her face, the way she moves - a quiet anxious energy as she makes a beeline for the exit, jerking it open and

yeah she's

she's gone. you can intercept her before she leaves but she'll be back a little later regardless, sinking down against a wall of the common room, despondent. ]

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ mmm

mmmmMMMMMMmmmm

looking at the carton of strawberries she's already half-demolished, then up to the other girl. then back to strawberries ]

...Um. I— sorry, but... would you like some of these?

[unaffective]

I -

[ yeah, that's fair. the more time that passes the more she realizes how awfully unbecoming her behavior's been so far - she can fix this. the voice said as much.

she squeezes her eyes shut, takes a breath, and smiles. ]

- My apologies. I'm simply a bit tired... It was hardly my intention to trouble you.

[ghostfromthemachine]

Well, it isn't as if you were, so. Anyway— I'm currently seeing if I'm the sort to eat my feelings, so if you'd like to join me in that you're more than welcome.

[ is this how you comfort someone??? ]

[unaffective]

[ I mean it's fair

pulling at her hands with that same nervous energy - firmly, as if making to squeeze it out from herself ]

... Thank you very much. As it seems we'll be partnered in this place, your invitation is greatly appreciated - certainly.

[ghostfromthemachine]

Partnered... ah. That's right, that recording did say something about teammates, didn't it...

[ that explains... not actually that much at all. but it's a start!

watching her fidget and apparently coming to some sort of decision, rolling off the particular couch she'd curled up on and yoinking a few of the pillows to bring over and offer along with the strawberries ]

[unaffective]

[ ok

ok she's good. this is fine. everything is fine. she can fix this. she can fix this if she just keeps at it. she just needs to clear the rest from her mind.

she takes another breath, gives her hands one final squeeze, and shifts into a friendlier position, reaching for a strawberry. ]

Thank you. I look forward to assisting you.