memoryboxes | 21st Memory [Voice/Action?]

[Sayo had a scary moment today. She'd opened her journal for review, flipped through the pages, and found herself speaking with someone she didn't recognize—she didn't recognize? She leaned in, scanned their faces, and her heart dropped into her stomach. And soon she found herself flipping to more and more pages, and they were there, and she knew them. She knew them!]

Crona-san...? K-kamina? Ciel?

Who—

[Suddenly, she's reminded of her faceless husband, and she flusters and grows cold all at once.

There were others. So many others. They had less to look for, but she had forgotten them all the same. Where they important to her? Where they friends? How could she have let this happen? How many others... She turns the page and starts a voice entry, trying to mask the growing anxiety bubbling under the surface of a quiet voice.]

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U-um, if you–if you know me, can I talk to you? If you know me at all... I'd like to talk to you again...

[No, think of a good excuse for this. She clears her throat a bit, as if to unruffle some metaphorical feathers. Maybe some non-metaphorical ones, too. And then she pulls up a smile.]

Actually... I was wondering about the 'amusement' place. It just appeared, didn't it? I'm not sure what it is, but people seem like they're really interested in it. What does it do? Perhaps... a food place? Something for games? Have any of you gone yet?

[After that, it's time for venturing to work, and then to the tea shop! She was considering working it for a few hours after Seventh Heaven. It was at least good memories... Few, yes, but they were with Kaji, in their home. That was what mattered to her. It made her happy. Content, even with the usual problems in her day.]

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Oh, right! I'll just get some paper!

[She has plenty handy! As seen by her reaching under the coffee table and pulling out a big bundle of it. :D]

Ah. I don't really like it either, but I just figured—[A pause, as she flusters, looking at her tea.] I figured it was just a part of the way things were.

Thank you...

[... It's so weird to handle papers still. Sayo might notice the strange way in which Robert holds the papers, minimizing contact with his fingers as he writes and trying desperately not to let it bend or crinkle.

He writes down a summary, in crisp, mechanical pen and in simplified language, of most major weather conditions Sayo is likely to encounter. He might even attempt pathetic little diagrams off to the side...]

Would you prefer company? I mean, most people like their alone time, but... any time you'd rather have company, I bet you could find any number of people who'd be happy to see you. Loneliness is something that you only accept when there's no other choice.

Oh, you don't have to... [--trouble yourself

She feels like she's been saying that a lot.]

I mean—I would like company... I enjoy it.

[Aaand she's watching with plenty of focus!! >:^|]

You're very careful about your writing, aren't you, Robert-san.

I don't have to. I know.

Is it okay if I want to?

I... I try to be. [He smiles awkwardly.] It is still... strange, in some ways... to wr-write with a pen.

[In his mind he still sees it as a rather odd stylus.]

Besides, it is... easier to read if written clearly.

...

I suppose that's okay, then.

Is it that odd? To write with pens?

I mean, I had an odd time getting used to them, but you don't seem to be from the same time as me...

Well, er... Terra has no paper products. It would have all been typewritten... [Virtual writing. He wonders if Sayo is even aware of the concept.

... It's strange to think of worlds where it isn't a natural, everyday occurrence.]

... Paper in general is... still strange.

I'd hope so. I think we're friends, aren't we? Friends are allowed to see each other all they like, and worry about each other. Things like that.

You don't have any paper? At all?

... That's right. We're friends.

[She brightens up a little more.]

I'm honored to have Nami-san as my friend.

Not at all. [His voice is soft - how do you explain this to someone who probably doesn't understand climate change?] ... In my world, many of the trees... perished due to various kinds of damage... ... paper was no longer an acceptable product because the trees that remained alive n-needed to be there. For... for the sake of the planet.

[Even now that recovery is more widespread, paper has become something of a frightening reminder of just what humanity used to be able to do to the planet.]

Oh, that's awful! I'm sorry to hear such a thing happened.

It... was a long time ago.

... But, yes, it was... deplorable. [He knits his fingers against his chest, a tad defensively.] ... The forests of Luceti at least are... artificial...

Glad to hear it.

...so I worry about you, too.

[Because it's my right, woman. :|]

[She furrows her brow, but smiles.]

I don't think artificial is quite the right word. Nature isn't something so easily contained by definition, you know.

[She smiles, and this time it's soft and content.]

Making Nami-san worry...? How silly of me. I'll have to be more careful in the future.

The whole place is... c-constructed, though. The biomes are just... incorrect. Species are in the w-wrong places, and food webs would be unstable...

... I suspect the Malnosso e-essentially place things at random in the enclosure. [If they can't even remember things from their homeworlds, like the Willow, then why would they remember things from a generic Terran-esque world?]

Well, true. Some things don't belong here. But that doesn't make it any less natural. After all, we're not supposed to be here ourselves, are we? And I'd like to think we're all mostly natural people!

Edited 2011-10-10 11:56 (UTC)

We are... essentially i-imported species of a sort. [He muses thoughtfully on this.] Certainly whatever process drives this is... a natural phenomenon, and yet...

... Well, I am not certain what terminology I would use...

See that you are! [But she grins to show she's joking. Well, sort of.]

But in any case, I'm always here if you want to talk. About anything.

[she just laughs a little, at that.]

Perhaps your world and my world have different ideas on nature, Robert-san.

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