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Memory Corrupt General Log

Who: Everyone
What: Memory Corrupt Event
When: Friday, June 1st to Tuesday, June 5th
Warnings: Please put any and all warnings in subject headers.

[It's strange. You can't quite put your finger on it, but there's something different about today. Not only might you feel different but your families, your friends, practically everything is different.

Can you remember a moment more peculiar than this? Actually...

What do you remember?]

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[The shout throws her off some, enough to stop the actual crying, but nothing can stop the tears from coming.]

I'm sorry!

Well... Why?!

He's dead. [Her voice cracks as she says it. Stop making her say it, it can't be real!] They took him and they killed him, just like they killed everyone else.

Who killed him? [The identity of him is far, far less important to her.] Who... You have to do something.

O'Hare. The man who rules our town.

What can I do? Ted was the one with all the plans; he was the only one who knew about the world outside! I'm the only one left.

Oh. Not here? [That makes things harder. She hesitates, then sits down beside the girl.] Back where you're from... The same thing happened to me.

I was going to-- [But she doesn't want to turn Audrey into a killer. She probably wouldn't have had the guts to do so herself, if it weren't for the accidents...]

You're brave. You can do... Something.

[It's all said flat; so flat and distant. She's barely even there.]

I'm not brave; I only paint at night.

[She glances over at her.]

Did you love him?

You were brave when you came here. Braver than I was.

[At the question, she gulps, hard, and nods.]

So much.

I was hiding from the real world when I came here. That's pretty much the opposite of brave.

[She wants to comfort Rapunzel somehow, but... It's hard. You can't promise that things will get better when you know they won't.]

It's hard to love someone, when you know they're just going to turn on you or die.

...You still seemed brave to me.

[She shrugs.]

That's... All they ever do, isn't it?

[She doesn't answer the first part; it's not worth arguing. She's not the brave one, she's never been the brave one. Being brave gets you killed. Or worse.]

It really does seem like that, sometimes... I thought we'd be different, though. We were going to escape. [And then... where? To die in the wastelands? To throw themselves on the mercy of the mysterious old hermit Ted spoke of in hushed tones? At least it would've been together.]

...Escape?

[It helps, a bit, to talk about someone else, even if it's hard not to turn her mind back to Eugene. Besides, Audrey deserves someone who will listen.]

Leave town. No one's ever been able to do that before, for as long as anyone can remember. Ted made it out once, but he came back. ["For me."] The second time...