oo1 [phone]

[mustnotdrink]

My weapons and clothing appear to have been stolen, and I am in an unknown location. I am...unable to focus, but I do not think I have been drugged...I will begin a search immediately, though I believe I have already discovered the most likely scenario.

My head...hurts. Why am I unable to think...?

[herp derp sorry for the delay. Her head feels

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Welp, this looks like the best time. [1/3]

[katto_katto]

[2/3]

[katto_katto]

[3/3] HELLO CLARICE

[katto_katto]

Sion

1/4

[mustnotdrink]

That...

[makemebreakfast]

Hmm...that voice sounds really familiar...

Do I know you?

[mustnotdrink]

...The True Ancestor?

[makemebreakfast]

No...no...that's not who you are.

...it's right on the tip of my tongue...

[mustnotdrink]

I was referring to you, not to myself.

[artwithknives]

Uwah...Sion, is that you?

1/2

[mustnotdrink]

Shiki?

[mustnotdrink]

...Why am I not surprised you are involved?

[artwithknives]

Are you trying to blame me for something I didn't do?

[versus_virus]

Your possessions disapppearing... That's pretty much how it goes once you show up here. There isn't much they can't--and don't--take from us. It's just as disturbing as it sounds.

... Unable to think? In what way?

[mustnotdrink]

My wording was confusing, I apologize. Normally, I am able to think along up to seven trains of thought at one time. However, it seems that here I have been limited to one. So, it is not that I cannot think, it is that I cannot access my maximum capacity.

[versus_virus]

... That sounds like a useful skill. Or would you consider it more of an ability? Sorry if that's a weird question, but you'd be surprised at how relevant it might be.

Because if it really does feel as though you're being limited, that might be this place's doing, too.

[mustnotdrink]

No, it is a skill. I learned how to partition my thoughts through rigorous training and effort. I have always been able to use it at any time prior to my arrival here, so I suspect that it has been affected in some way.

[allfordreck]

[Hello from the living room couch]

....can I help you?

[mustnotdrink]

Possibly. [Cursory examination of the living room. She discovers the shopped photographs.] I would appreciate if you explained these to me. I do not understand their purpose.

[allfordreck]

That must mean you're supposed to be my daughter. Don't ask me the logic behind it because I'm only twenty-two years old.

[standing up]

Guy Cecil, at your service.

[mustnotdrink]

My name is Sion Eltnam Atlasia.

...This is the part where we shake hands, correct?