burnt_orangesky | {Three (31)} &diams It hurts to be alone / In the cell I call my home

I am chasing for locate her.

~~NilNil~~

[strikes thoroughly inked.]

[She gets the general gist of that statement, and recognizes the handwriting.]

Thank you, 00.

Maybe the elevator ate her again--it's happened twice before. Three days you say? That's about right.

All the same, I'd like to come help you look Fred.

~~No one else has complained about the lift malfunc~~

Very well, where should we start looking? Wellspring?

~~I'm not going there till we rule everything out~~

Sure, good a place as any.

Should I meet you there now? Though today's search will have to be a bit short, as I have arranged a meeting with Gene tonight.

That's fine.

Well, I don't have anything going on tonight, so if it does need to be at the earliest point possible I can come where you are. Is everything all right?

As for the others, I haven't seen them around the Scavenger's Yard much lately, but I've also not been looking. I can keep an eye out.

Nothing [pause] terribly important, just something I thought you should know about sooner rather than later. If you wanted to stop by my house tonight that should be fine. You know where it is, correct?

It would be wonderful if you could. Thank you, Gene.

Ahh, if I did know at any point it seems like I've forgotten, beyond it being in section 3. Directions would definitely be appreciated.

Not a problem. It... kind of seems to be going around, lately.

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[In that case, have a roughly drawn, but quite accurate, map.]

Indeed. It See you soon.

((Quicklog!))

[And this is one of the nice things about moving between Sections, it doesn't take terribly long. Gene gets stalled a little bit, but only because he's trying to refer to the directions in the dark. Once he whips his lighter out, he's able to suss out where he needs to be quickly enough.

Knock, knock, Fred. You have a visitor.]

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[Fred has been sitting on the couch in the living area, half her attention on her journal which is lying open on the low table in front of her, and tinkering with something she found in the Yard in an effort to distract herself from her worries about Pinky. It isn't really working.

When she hears Gene's knock she gets to her feet quickly, putting the gadget down on the table next to her journal. She opens the door to let him in.]

Hello, Gene. I trust you were able to follow the directions well enough?

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Yup, worked like a charm. [Said as he holds up the journal and waves it a bit for emphasis. He slips it into an inner coat pocket as he steps inside, then sticks one hand into his pants pocket and offers a casual smile.]

So... what's up? Sounded like whatever you wanted to talk about was pretty interesting.

[And by 'interesting' he means 'secretive'. People usually don't request in-person audiences over the journals unless there is something going on that they don't want to share with the general public. Gene thinks it might have to do with the people Fred had mentioned she couldn't find. Is something going on with the Scavengers? Who knows.]

[Fred thinks about how to broach the subject for a moment, taking her time about shutting the door.

Blunt is probably best. She looks over at where he's standing.]

I had your dream, and I thought you should know... I had not realized you knew Aurora well enough for him to complain about you being late.

[Gene's eyes widen when Fred announces that she had Gene's dream and he stops in his tracks. He almost asks which one, but once Fred finishes her sentence it's plain. It figures it would be the one that feels more... personal. To be honest, it seems like a bit of a violation to have it played out for someone else when he hasn't figured out all the elements himself.

Still, Gene knows he is lucky in one respect. It's a friend who had the dream, and one who knows the importance of discretion. As a bonus, it seems the first thing that Fred chose to focus on is Aurora. That bit he has little trouble talking about freely.

Gene draws in a slow breath and runs a hand through his hair before giving Fred a wry smile half-smile.]

I see.

[There's a small pause before he adds.] To be honest, I didn't know either until I had that dream. Sure, he seemed familiar, but I'd hardly say we were close. [His smile takes on a sardonic edge.] I think he'd have sooner thrown me out of an airlock than talk to me.

[That is ~~maybe~~ an exaggeration. And it wasn't as if Gene had done much to help his situation around Aurora since he immediately went on the offensive around the man, but details.]

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[Fred has almost instinctively shied away from talking about the beginning of the dream. That part seems... extremely private, and she really doesn't understand the significance of an empty, dusty room--other than the fact that Gene had quite possibly lost someone, or someones, close to him. Symbolism isn't really her thing.

Besides, she has a reason for focusing on Aurora.

She smiles slightly at his words.]

He certainly never went out of his way to be overly nice to anyone that I noticed. I do believe he thought I was a fool, and rude to boot. But that isn't quite why I called you here. Do you think the two of you... knew each other in your pasts?

Well, I got the impression that there were exceptions to that treatment, but they seemed few and far between.

[Gene makes a vague waving motion with his hand, as if casually waving off their previous comments, when Fred mentions that Aurora's interpersonal interactions isn't the point of this conversation.]

I do, but... the point seems to be up for debate. I know he knew people from the same place as me. [The dream he'd received the night before only confirms that bit of information, having featured Aurora, his brother, Dyad, and Cheers, as well as a handful of people who are similarly familiar and others that seem to be complete strangers in Gene's eyes.]

You know that feeling you get when you're around things or people from home? I got that around him. That little feeling at the back of your mind that you should remember something. Funny thing, though. He said he was very sure he didn't know me at all.

[He shrugs.] I'm really not sure what to make of that. [Head tilt.] Why do you ask?

[She nodded at his description of the feeling. A sense of familiarity. Everyone in Edensphere had no doubt experienced that exact same feeling at one time or another, but it was something everyone probably hoped for. Fred certainly did.]

You believe it, and your dream seems to confirm it. So it is probably...

[She paused for a moment to collect her thoughts, and walked over to the couch. After sitting down, she gestured to Gene, inviting him to sit as well if he wanted.]

Some few months ago, I wrote in the journals asking if anyone knew about giant robotic fighting machines. [She had lost that journal when the not-Paladin person had killed her, but that was the general gist of what she had said.] You were one of the many people that replied, but because of... a certain incident, I was unable to... tell anyone else about it in detail. [Because Aurora would have killed her. She had no doubt of that. But he was gone, now... and whether that was good or bad, Fred could not begin to say.]

But I believe your dream confirms Aurora and you were somehow known to each other in your pasts. So... I think you should take a look at these. [She lifted her journal from the low table, and picked up the two sheets of paper that had been lying under it. One was covered with writing on both sides; the other had a couple of sketches and a few words. Both looked like they had been ripped from a normal journal, one edge on each ragged and torn.]

[ooc: I'll tell you what they say exactly after he takes the papers :3]

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[It would be awkward to just stand around hovering over Fred while she sat and explained things, so Gene took the indicated seat despite the fact that he was feeling antsy enough that standing suited better.

His brows drew together as she started explaining things, then shot up towards his hairline as she started talking about the giant robotic war machines. Possibly Gundams, but hard to tell for certain. He almost asked what the incident that kept her quiet was, but his interest was soon caught by the papers Fred picked up.]

Robotic fighting machines, huh? I'm guessing since you brought up Aurora being in my dream... he's some how the link to how you found out about this? Or were they something you experienced in your own memories?

[Gene tilted his head to look at the papers then, realizing the angle he was sitting at was too awkward to simply look over her shoulder, extended a hand to accept them.]

Aurora called them 'Gundams'. [She let him take the papers. She almost added that it was Aurora's memory, but then she just let him read.

On the first page are Fred's perceptions of Aurora's memory. The fact that the pilot is human and has one heart is noted as part of the description.

On the other page are two rough sketches of the Gundams in the memory, including weaponry. They aren't quite true to life, but they're recognizable as Trinity Gundams. One has the words 'darkish green' beneath it, and the other one is labeled 'reddish pink'.

On the back of this page is written: This is Aurora's memory. He seemed quite protective of it for some reason, (something is completely blacked out here)
The computer-mind link seemed oddly familiar, but he did not give me any more information on it than I had already deduced for myself.
(Two lines are completely blacked out)]

[This was torn out of her new secret journal, which she tried to write as word-for-word as she could, baring the things she forgot... she got pretty close. Which is why some things are simply blacked out. It was easier than re-writing the whole thing AGAIN.]

Gundams. [Repeated in a deliberate, even tone.] Yeah, that sounds about right.

[But Aurora was anything but open about the Gundams with outsiders, or even possible insiders, so Gene was at a loss to figure out how she'd come by the name until he started reading what she had written.

Though he didn't recognize the descriptions of the mobile suits involved, it seemed like the standard sort of skirmish. ...Right up until that bit about linking to the machine's computer with the mind. That caused Gene's brows to draw together in puzzlement and read over the information a second time. He couldn't remember hearing of such a thing. He flipped the piece of paper over and the pieces started to come together. That's why Aurora was the catalyst to this conversation. And perhaps that was why such a strange set-up was mentioned. Maybe Aurora had some sort of hidden ability to communicate with machinery?]

Huh. I didn't know you could actually receive somebody else's memory as well as their dream. Aurora seemed protective of information regarding the Gundams in general but this--yeah, I wouldn't be surprised if he had a regular fit when it was discovered you had it. The abilities here seem... unique, for lack of a better word.

[Aurora would also likely have been galled to know that Gene now knew all this, and not without reason since Gene was now aware that Gundams could be pitted against each other. It was strange, but he'd been of a mind that they were always allied.

Still it wasn't as if there were many more options to pass on the information. Most of the comrades he had known, and Aurora himself, had either disappeared, or reappeared amnesiac with considerably less context to work with. It was a depressing thought. Gene waved the paper slightly to emphasize his next statement.]

Mind if I ask how you came across another person's memory? ...And why it's mentioned that he has one heart? I thought that bit of physiology was rather standard.

[Maybe it was an abbreviation or code of some sort, he thought to himself.]

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Nor did I, before I received this one. It looked like a normal memory crystal to me when I examined it afterward; although, I was not given any sort of 'punishment' as a result of experiencing it that I noticed. And yes, he rather did... I suggest you be careful with who you tell that memory to, even if you know they are from your past.

[Fred would hate to see him or anyone else killed, or be killed again herself, if Aurora did come back after all this and discovered she had broken her word. She still didn't quite understand why he had been so very upset and insistent she tell no one, other than the fact it was his memory; he had not been good enough to explain the reasoning behind his actions.

But... with Aurora gone, and many of the other people who had commented on that particular entry... Fred had watched them vanishing one by one. Nobody, Gundam... Raise and Aurora had come back, but with different names, as newborns. It scared her sometimes, when she stopped to think about it, how many people just... vanished from the Tree without a word. She had started to worry about being the only one with this information. Didn't everyone want to know about their pasts? Even information like this. Especially information like this.

Fred pulled herself out of her musing to answer his last question. She felt some apprehension, and a twinge of annoyance at herself; both probably showed on her face. She had just about forgotten she had put that in the notes, and hadn't bothered to proof-read them before Gene came over. Still... Bell, Youth, Derrick, and Genius knew, and she had known Gene longer than any of them. She didn't really mind.]

Mmm, for most in Edensphere, perhaps. But I'm sure you have noticed the odd person who looked a bit different? Perhaps they looked like a cat, or had horns, or a tail. A bit off, a bit non-Human.

I, on the other hand, look perfectly Human. But I am not Human at all. I have two hearts, to start with.

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Hm. Funny little 'prank' for the Sphere to decide to play. At least it didn't come with side effects. [When Fred cautioned Gene to be careful with with this new information, Gene gave her a flippant quirk of a smile.] Me? I'm always careful.

[Well, careful with things like this, anyway. In any case, Gene felt he now had a pretty good idea of who counted as decent confidants for this sort of information. The picture he'd seen in the dream last night... not everyone looked 'happy' but there seemed to be a sense of camaraderie in the group. He wouldn't surprised if all those present were a safe bet to tell if necessary, but really, he wasn't in any hurry to spread Aurora's secrets.]

[Gene blinked when Fred shared that she wasn't human.] Huh... I never would have guessed. [He scratched his head, and found himself idly wondering how exactly that worked and if the doubled hearts was the only physiological difference.]

You know, I think I might know a few that look human that aren't. Or just. Are capable of far more than I would have guessed a human could do. [Like Bastet, who was capable of walking on air. And then, of course, there was Stardust's double with the glowing eyes who made it very clear that she considered herself separate from humans.] So I guess it's not that out of the ordinary? Though, if you're not human, do you have a word for what you are?

[Fred nodded, feeling a little bad for not saying exactly why she hadn't told anyone before now... but she would just have to trust his judgment, now. Telling him about Aurora's threat wouldn't help anything that she could see, and possibly complicate the situation. She smiled a little at his flippant brush-off remark.] I am certain you think so.

[Her smile widened a bit into a grin.] I don't think anyone does. Genius was quite shocked to discover it... it was rather amusing, really.

[She nodded again as he continued.] I know I am not the only non-Human, though I am nearly positive I am the only one of my kind here. The name of my home planet is 'Gallifrey', so that would make me a 'Gallifreyan'... I suppose. [As always when she said it, the word was right but it was wrong. Or maybe she was just used to a different descriptive word for herself... hard to say. But this was the only thing she had, and she was rather grateful she at least had that much.]

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Ooh, cleverly diplomatic wording, there. Does that mean you don't agree? [The question was punctuated with a light laugh. He wouldn't be surprised if she or anyone else was of that opinion, really.]

[And the laughter subsided into subdued chuckles when she told of Genius's reaction.] You know, that doesn't surprise me at all. Was there flailing? He strikes me as a flailer.

[Head tilt.] Gallifrey, huh? Pretty name. Do you have any recollection of what it's like?

[Fred laughed a little.] I certainly can't fault your self-preservation instincts. You proved those were in perfect working order on that golf course. [She took a deep breath, let it out in a sigh.] No, I am sure you can take care of yourself, Gene.

[She grinned again at his guess about Genius.] Yes, there was. I thought he was going to start taking blood samples for a moment or two, which would not have been nearly as amusing.

[Fred's smile softened a little, into something that could perhaps be described as 'nostalgic.' Everyone she had told about her planet had asked what it was like--Roswell, Rabbit, and now Gene.] Yes, I was fortunate enough to have seen it in my first birth dream.

[She paused for a moment. Talking about it always made her a little sad, in a way she couldn't quite put her finger on... it wasn't quite homesickness. Was it?] The sky is burnt orange in color, and the clouds are golden. The grass is a deep red, almost the color of blood. In my dream I was running across a plain of red grass toward a stand of trees with silver leaves. Kaden-wood trees; they make a beautiful music when the wind blows through their branches. There are two suns... [Her voice trailed off and she blinked a few times before coughing lightly and actually looking at Gene again.] I don't remember much more about it, I'm afraid.

Aha, I suppose that much is true. [He chuckled, and found himself relaxing a bit, in spite of himself. It was always a plus when someone realized he could handle himself and didn't worry over it more than necessary.]

Glad to hear Genius didn't cross the line into too enthusiastic. Besides, you've been at medical before, right? I wouldn't be surprised if they took care of all those little details already.

[Gene propped his chin on one hand as he listened to Fred describe her home world. It was one thing to hear someone say they were from another planet. It was another thing entirely to hear about the differences in detail. It brought home the actual idea of alien worlds and made it stand out as something unusual and fascinating, rather than just letting the fact meld into the mass of strangeness that was every day life in the Sphere.]

It's a little hard to fathom that a place can look so different, but it sounds beautiful. I'll bet you miss it. [He hadn't missed the coughing and the blinking. If anything, it looked like she was getting choked up just talking about it.]

Yes, it struck me as a bit strange he had not looked up my records there; I'm fairly certain Rabbit knew about me even before I told him. [She paused for a second. All it really told her was that Rabbit was far more curious about his friends--and for that matter, quite possibly everyone in Edensphere--than Genius was.] Well, I suppose it doesn't really matter.

[She was tempted to look away at his words, but that was just a little too cliche. So instead she copied his posture, resting her chin in her hand.] It is, what I can remember of it. Earth is beautiful, certainly, but... it isn't the same. [It didn't help that everything about Edensphere, from the grass to the sky to the huge oak tree they lived in, reminded her that this environment was modeled after the Human's planet. It patiently wasn't Earth, with the overlarge animals and insects, but it seemed to be geared toward making Humans feel more comfortable in it than other species.]

Hm, but rabbit was around when you were injured at medical and Genius wasn't, right? That may be the difference.

[Gene sat back slightly, resting his hands on his knees.] But it isn't home--[He blinked then, as the implications of what she said dawned on him.] Does that mean you've visited Earth? Or do you just know what it looks like from other sources?

Mmm, true.

[Fred looked up slightly, following his movement, but stayed as she was for the moment.] I've been to Paris, according to one of my memories. [She frowned slightly, sitting back now and putting her hands in her lap.] The Mona Lisa is a famous Earth painting, isn't it?

[Of course, that wasn't a real answer either... she had been to Paris, yes, but she had seen neither the sky nor the grass. Yet she was positive that oak trees--even very large ones--were a definite sign of being on Earth, and no idea why she was so confident of such a strange thing.]

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[Gene's eyebrows raised slightly and he laughed.]

Possibly the most famous Earth painting. Sounds like you really took a moment to take in the sights when you came. [He shook his head, somewhat flabbergasted at the idea.] Kind of crazy to think that it's true: people from outerspace have been visiting all along and there'd be little way for us on Earth to know, if you look just like we do. Though, I imagine some sort of sensor would pick up the ship you used to get there.

[Gene tapped at his chin, trying to figure out the logistics of how this would have had to play out. True, there wasn't nearly enough info to paint an accurate picture, but it was too interesting a scenario not to mull over.]

{Three (31)} &diams It hurts to be alone / In the cell I call my home

"I am searching for her."

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Have a fun weekend!

thanks bb! I'll be around somewhat I hope

But if I fail at my replies it won't matter anyway >_>

I fail at the fail <.< >.>

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