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[dr4con1cl4w.livejournal.com]

[The video clicks on, and is dark for a moment until it's adjusted right. Terezi is visible for a few moments, contemplating it the screen. She's in the shadow of a building, out among the streets.

Then, she holds up a piece of paper to the screen.]

Can anyone read this?

[It's upside down.

She brings the paper back down. She reaches to turn off the feed, then stops, and sniffs at the paper. And licks it, experimentally.

She brings the paper back up to the screen. This time, it's the right direction. "Ermis Suites, Room 418".]

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[dr4con1cl4w.livejournal.com]

[She idly pans the camera around her surroundings.

And then leans against a wall and waits.]

[empireofmymind.livejournal.com]

All right. Wait there, please.

[dr4con1cl4w.livejournal.com]

[She sniffs the air once she hears footsteps. She taps her cane against the ground and grins.]

What took you, Mr. Blueberry?

[empireofmymind.livejournal.com]

Sorry, I --

...Mister - Blueberry?

[dr4con1cl4w.livejournal.com]

Your hair. [She taps her own.

She sniffs the air again when he's silent.] You stare like you've never seen someone from another species. Hahaha! Well, maybe you haven't.

But you don't see me staring. How rude!

[empireofmymind.livejournal.com]

Ah - then - you're not -

[dr4con1cl4w.livejournal.com]

Not what? Spit it out. I don't bite.

[Her smirk would suggest otherwise.]

[empireofmymind.livejournal.com]

...No. It's nothing. I apologize.



I'm Ken. You need to get to the apartment, right?

[dr4con1cl4w.livejournal.com]

Not many people get offended by "nothing".

[A smirk.]

Yes. Give me a tour, Blueberry hair.

[empireofmymind.livejournal.com]

Tour? Ah...

Here, the apartments are this way.

[dr4con1cl4w.livejournal.com]

[She'll follow, all right.]

Something bothering you? You sound awfully bored. We can't have that! Hehehe.

[empireofmymind.livejournal.com]

I'm fine.

--ah, crosswalk....

[dr4con1cl4w.livejournal.com]

Bluh.

[She stops to wait, leaning on her chain in faint annoyance.]

[empireofmymind.livejournal.com]

--oh. Let's go...

[dr4con1cl4w.livejournal.com]

[She does seem to straighten up when the light changes, if that gives you any indication.]

Then lead on, oh freaky pink thing.

[empireofmymind.livejournal.com]

...sure...

[dr4con1cl4w.livejournal.com]

[She notices.]

What's the matter? Didn't I already say I don't bite?

Why, you're making me uncomfortable with all that silence!

[empireofmymind.livejournal.com]

Then...

Is there anything else you wanted to know?

[dr4con1cl4w.livejournal.com]

Of course! I want to know so much that I don't know what I want to know.

So. What should I want to know?

[empireofmymind.livejournal.com]

Well, you - got the explanation from the lab, right? About our memories, and reclaiming them.



I don't know that much beyond it, but...The people here look after new arrivals. And they promise our memories return with time.

So - there's really no need to rush.

[dr4con1cl4w.livejournal.com]

No rush? [She scoffs.] A matter as large as stolen memories requires immediate investigation!

Don't you think so?

[empireofmymind.livejournal.com]

Well....



I don't know if "stolen"'s quite...

[dr4con1cl4w.livejournal.com]

Hehehe just because you might be careless enough to up and loose your memories doesn't mean we all are, Blueberry-hair.

[empireofmymind.livejournal.com]

You don't believe the lab's explanation?