Memory Mingle

[nohalation]

Who: Youuuu
Where: Around the Hotel
When: Day 38

[ Boy that sure is a lot of stuff happening on day 37, wowee. Good luck to those folk! But it's day 38 now so how about them memories though? ]

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[bluescreenwhitedragon]

CEO: Where are you?

[nohalation]

hi

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Intensity is typing...]

[Intensity is typing...]




CEO: If you want to be found, send your assistant to lead me to you. I'm in the lobby.

[nohalation]

[imjust in thhe friendship room]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Then in five minutes there is going to be a knock on the door]

[nohalation]

[click

the door opens a crack and you can see her peeking through]

Hi!

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Pushing the door open a little more while watching her reaction]

[nohalation]

[She doesn't seem to mind and just lets the door open afterwards. The room is still pretty empty though there is at least a pillow in there, plus some random construction paper and other craft things that she has.

Peanut the assistant is also nearby.]

Did you need something?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Yes.

[Enters the room and shuts the door behind him]

Are you still processing that memory you purchased?

[nohalation]

[There is a pause before she goes up to pick up a few papers.]

Ummm . . . no.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

No?

[nohalation]

I already saw it.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

That's a lot to see, Angel.

[nohalation]

...I'm sorry that you had to see it.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

And why do you say that?

[nohalation]

[pausing again]

It was pretty terrible to look at...

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

You think it was more terrible for me to watch or for you?

[nohalation]

For you, maybe?

I didn't feel anything.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Nothing at all?

[nohalation]

I wasn't sad or upset, it just felt like a strange routine that I was already used to.

It also felt like it happened a long time ago. Very, very long time.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Is this why you hate your family?

[nohalation]

Maybe . . . ? I think it is part of it, but it doesn't feel right to say it's just this.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

. . .

[Just takes a seat next to her, also picking up a piece of construction paper]

[nohalation]

[watching]

What are you doing?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Tearing off the excess until it's a square and then he starts folding. One of those muscle memory things]

This is your room, right? What do you normally do in here?