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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Re: we have entered an endless recursion of memories

[exnihilo]

[She recognizes Touko, of course, but she doesn't react, doesn't strggule with shock or guilt or fear. It's more - more present than she expected, the awareness of her past neat and new in her mind instead of worn-soft and faded, but it doesn't matter. The episode is over, and she wasn't caught, and it doesn't matter.]

No, it's my warden, he can't -

[Then she pulls away as if burned, hand over her mouth. Oh god, oh god.]

Who -

[Who did that to you, she knows and doesn't know, in the fuzzy implicitness of memory.]

[persecutioncomplex]

[Touko shrinks back and spreads her hands in defense before she sees Mira's more horrified than she is. She's expected that reaction hundreds of times, but this is the first time it's come true, and the sliver of a thought that maybe it isn't about her makes her ask instead of snarl.]

What's wrong?