B1, Day 2 [public channel]

[whattaprick]

[ There are a lot of things people need to do right now: help the Prince's servants get resettled, get started on figuring out who can work on a cure for the petrification, deal with the trauma of dying in a hopefully healthy and non-self-destructive way, show the new people the ropes of what the Carnival has to work with.

Instead, in the morning of the second day since the Prince was defeated, anyone on the radio gets this: ]

So, I've been wondering.

[ The Nightrider's voice, for those who recognize it, has definitely been better. It's a low, hoarse rasp, and the pause at the end is not just for effect, but to actually catch his breath. ]

Just how old is everyone here, anyway? Here, I'll start. I'm ... pretty sure I'm almost sixty. [ A beat. ] ... Maybe.

[ Why did anyone let this man have his radio back again? ]

[ ooc; Lambert's flat on his back in the medical tent for this, feel free to bug him in person and threadjack each other at will. ]

Comments

[dressedtothe]

Man that's weird. I guess we could do that back home. Put our personality and memory data in multiple bodies, I mean. But it would get confusing when uploading ourselves back to the Bunker...

[...Now he really has to find this Julien guy and ask him how the whole two body thing works. Better stop 9S before he starts being a nerd and theorising how it all works.]

[whattaprick]

It's confusing enough with the two of us ... isn't that strange? Even if we have the same memories and everything.

[dressedtothe]

What exactly is so confusing about it?

[Whoops his curiosity's found a new target.]

If your memories are the same, I imagine there would be less of the usual mental disconnection that comes from having different memories...

[whattaprick]

Well, for one thing, we don't have the same body, so memories of being a different size are strange. And I think... [ She pauses. ]

In Greysol, daemons were part of their humans, but they were never inside them. And they have their whole lives to grow with each other. Until the Ringmaster cast that spell, I never knew I could exist.