@all (from @r.asuka)

[luciformis]

[ On the morning of the 15th, there is a network-wide ping issued approximately twenty-three minutes after the roster is released to the public. ]

Hello.

As I'm certain you all are aware, a roster has been sent to each of our devices. Given that this is yet another item on a growing list to be examined by us all, I believe it's important for each of us to come together to discuss any possible concerns or ideas that may require teamwork.

@PALPATINE and I earlier discussed the possibility of a non-compulsory meeting to sort through these issues. We agreed it would be in our best interests.

If you're inclined, please come to the Mess Hall at 19:00 in three day's time.

[ ooc: so! this will be broken down into sub-headings as discussed on the ooc plot post and utilized as a kind of "catch-all." if you think anything needs to be added at any time, please feel free to contact me through pm, at rasasvada, or on disco at morning star#3715. or, you know, add it yourself! i don't mind.

noticeably, this is self-directed! if you character wants to speak or make a point to everyone, feel free to do so. no one is policing how this goes or making introductory comments or whatever else. open floor, y'all. ]

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[marineris]

Not long. About a week. I don't have much more idea of what's going on than you do, I bet.

[Unfortunately. She knows how not at all helpful that is.]

[contorta]

How can we all be here, but waking up at different times?

( his forehead creases. )

[marineris]

I don't know.

[It's been bothering her, too.]

Maybe they're... storing people somewhere. Keeping us under. Alex and Amos don't even remember me.

[So something's going on.]

[contorta]

( that's— really strange. )

I know we've only just met, but you're not that easy to forget. ( easier to focus on that than on them keeping people in storage. )

[marineris]

Thanks.

[She's taking that as a compliment, anyway.]

I think someone screwed with their heads. Or maybe whatever brought us here has side effects.

[contorta]

( it was meant as one. mostly. almost entirely, really. in as far as it was anything but a throw-away comment, it was meant to be a compliment.

he's not feeling nearly as positive about what she just said, though. )

You think we're all forgetting things?

[marineris]

[Bobbie hesitates. It's certainly something she's thought about, just not something she particular enjoys thinking about.]

It's possible. How would any of us know unless there was someone from home to tell us?

[contorta]

( the thought of it makes his stomach lurch, and not in a good way. )

I guess we wouldn't. ( damn. ) I hope that's not true.

[marineris]

I hope so, too. What's the last thing you remember?

[contorta]

You bringing the UN Undersecretary aboard.

[marineris]

But... nothing after that?

[contorta]

No.

( wait. )

Have I forgotten things, too?

[marineris]

I think so. Do you remember the ensigns we picked up off of that Martian ship?

[contorta]

( he doesn't like where this is going at all. ) No.

[marineris]

Oh.

[Well. Surprise.]

Maybe you're... a little behind.

[contorta]

( "a little behind". prax glances down. forces his eyes back up. )

How much?

[marineris]

Couple of days, maybe? Who knows, maybe I'm forgetting shit too.

[contorta]

( quietly: ) If no one remembers it, did it still happen?