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[idolpro]

Who: Intrepid explorers come home
Where: Hotel
When: Day 270

[ Some lucky (or unlucky) few of you have been gone for a couple of days—but finally, you're back, awakening in your own rooms.

Goodness, how long has it been? Surely not that long, right?

You'll find that you're missing anything that you had picked up in either of the Hells, although you do manage to keep your phones. If you were injured at all, you'll find that those injuries are gone, miraculously(?).

But perhaps most startlingly, you won't have any memory of what happened to you except that you fell through the portal, at least upon waking up. As the day goes on you'll find your memories trickling back in, and then you'll have more to explain to your unitmates and loved ones once you gain everything back.

That's weird and totally not something someone did or anything. Probably just a byproduct of going through weird portals. Don't go through weird portals, kids. ]

Comments

[iamverybadass]

[ A pause, and his expression crumples into something even more disgruntled ]

It was because none of them could manage dealing with a host, wasn't it? You were with the more competent group, and still...

I should have gone myself!

[everylast]

[ The scolding makes his shoulders tighten -- he glances away.

He doesn't really know what 'dealing with a host' means. He's aware of The Situation, but not keenly. ]

I apologize. If it's any consolation, it was only my memory of the time gone that I'm lacking - It may only be a side effect of the way that we had arrived.

I hadn't the time to look for you or any others, and simply jumped. I'll do otherwise, going forward.

[iamverybadass]

You do not owe any apology for your missing memory You were with people who have months of experience being here, and experience in Hell, and they failed to keep you intact.

[ A sharp, smoky scoff of breath ]

But better planning in the future is always a good thing. Travel to Hell is incredibly dangerous. Someone lost a tongue the first time we went, and there is a very high risk of encountering a Producer.

[everylast]

[ ---Ah. He isn't being scolded, it seems.

He's being scolded... for...? On behalf of? How strange.

Not answering, just yet, he pauses -- Brow furrowing, like he's searching hard for ... something. ]

... We were ... travelling through the alleyways of a dark city ...

[ It's said absently - not like it's a response to anything. He's only saying his thoughts out loud so that Talon can hear them as they return to him. ]

[iamverybadass]

So you do recall something... If you're going to try to recall it all now, then perhaps you should sit down.

[ Gesturing to the couches ]

[everylast]

Only somewhat -- Like trying to recall a dream.

[ He nods, however, following over towards the couches. ]

[iamverybadass]

Try focusing on the feelings you can remember first. Those tend to linger more than what actually happened.

[everylast]

...We were...

Searching for someone...?

[iamverybadass]

Presumably one of our known contacts. They would have been able to help you return.