8. spam

[exnihilo]

Mira sidles up to you. She's friendly, but not excessively so, not suspiciously so. She seems like a wallflower finally trying to ease out of her shell, or some similar mixed metaphor. In the cafeteria, it's 'Hey, do you mind if I sit with you?' and a small smile. In the hallways it's falling into step, one shoulder tilted awkward and shy. 'Hi. You're so-and-so, right?' In the library she asks what you're reading; on the deck she mentions the stars are beautiful. It's mild and banal, which isn't the point. The point is getting close enough to deftly tap a sticky note on your back. Don't worry, it only says your name.

[OOC: Mira is trying to do this for everyone, so David knows where people are! She also wished to remember, meaning her own past. Instead she's going to get other people's memories - critical, trivial, or things they had forgotten. Feel free to toss her one!]

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[sickjoke]

Well, they aren't my stars, but they're pretty enough.

[ He's a sly and smiling reed of a man, hunched over a bit to make himself less threatening-- and his memories are spun-sugar with strychnine. There's a plasticy, bagged cotton candy artificial taste to them... like they're what he's made up for the time being and they're what've stuck through the flood. There's a slick and slimy pond (or is it a fountain with crystal clear water with pennies under your palms?) and a blonde woman with long, blonde hair laughing, offering a hand-- ]

[ But it isn't real. ]

[ Perhaps none of him is real, anymore. ]

[exnihilo]

[She grips the railing tight. That was definitely not hers.]

What - are your stars like?

[It's a bit of a strain to ask, but she manages.]

[sickjoke]

Well, the constellations are all different, that's for sure. Ever seen the big dipper? The milky way? [ She doesn't seem to be... from around here. Or maybe just too used to asking about other places stars. ]