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mental link: Find my iPhone
CHARACTERS: All
WHERE: Bearings
WHEN: DAY: 37 - morning
SUMMARY: Putting the brain network to it's truest use
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary
[ So far, every time someone has used the mental network on a mass scale it's been for a good reason. Using it at all is prying in the most intrusive way, isn't it? It should be reserved for only the most pressing matters. Information sharing, help seeking, quiet discussion to further the mission.
So it should be for an equally important reason that Aoba reaches out now, his voice oddly pleasant as ever to listen to but nervous in it's delivery. ]
I'm really sorry to reach out to you this way all of a sudden, but... uh...
Has anybody seen my datapad?
[ Well... so much for keeping the mass mental link purely professional. And this less than professional message is going out on the morning after a long night, no less. Maybe he should've checked how many hosts were still sleeping. Too late now though, he's in the middle of it. ]
It's got a sticker on the back of it that looks like-
Sorry, it's just... I've been looking for it for like a week now and using Angel's in the meantime. But she's got some locks on it and her coding is really good and-
Uh, anyway yeah, if you see it just let me know. Sorry again.
[ He leaves the connection as swiftly as he burst in, as if bowing out and away, embarrassed. He must've really lost the thing if this is how he's going about recovering it. ]
WHERE: Bearings
WHEN: DAY: 37 - morning
SUMMARY: Putting the brain network to it's truest use
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary
[ So far, every time someone has used the mental network on a mass scale it's been for a good reason. Using it at all is prying in the most intrusive way, isn't it? It should be reserved for only the most pressing matters. Information sharing, help seeking, quiet discussion to further the mission.
So it should be for an equally important reason that Aoba reaches out now, his voice oddly pleasant as ever to listen to but nervous in it's delivery. ]
I'm really sorry to reach out to you this way all of a sudden, but... uh...
Has anybody seen my datapad?
[ Well... so much for keeping the mass mental link purely professional. And this less than professional message is going out on the morning after a long night, no less. Maybe he should've checked how many hosts were still sleeping. Too late now though, he's in the middle of it. ]
It's got a sticker on the back of it that looks like-
Sorry, it's just... I've been looking for it for like a week now and using Angel's in the meantime. But she's got some locks on it and her coding is really good and-
Uh, anyway yeah, if you see it just let me know. Sorry again.
[ He leaves the connection as swiftly as he burst in, as if bowing out and away, embarrassed. He must've really lost the thing if this is how he's going about recovering it. ]
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[ His confusion persists, alongside a growing sense of suspicion and doubt. He wants to believe this guy when he says he can't create false memories, but what else could that have been? Aoba plays the shared memory over again between them. Yellow eyes, sneering, aloof - that isn't him. Sure, maybe he might've acted that way at some point...
He's quick to squash that thought back down. No. That was a long, long time ago. Besides, he couldn't remember details of that time even if he tried. It was all wiped in the accident. A missing song on the track list. ]
I'm... I'm trying to piece it together, but what we each remember conflicts way too much. It's not making any sense... and it's giving me a headache.
[ He needs to lie down and put music on again, maybe take a few pills... Unless The Darkling wants to stay, continue puzzling through what can't be put together, and share in Aoba's oncoming pain. He'll hear out more ideas, but his have about run out. ]
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[ If he and Aoba hardly know one another, what could he want from the young man - badly enough to need to create fake memories of an initial meeting with him and steal(?) his datapad from him. More than that, he wants to know something else. It might be a little more important, in the long run. ]
-- are memories often fake, in your experience? [ Worrisome. ] Go sit, you'll make yourself ill turning it over so fast in your mind.
[ He won't begrudge Aoba that. He's far more perplexed than he is upset by how things have gone - even being called a liar doesn't seem to bother him too much. Either he's been called worse, or he simply doesn't feel keen to force proof into Aoba's hands. ]
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You'd have less blame for stealing if you did... tch, I don't know!
[ It'd be a petty excuse if it were true. Too petty for this guy, maybe. Aoba is beginning to wonder what kind of person he is, (a person who'd rather be called by another name, a title - like Noiz and his Rhyme name) when he hears the second question. Aoba rounds on him, turning on his heel with a fanning of blue hair, wild.
There. A glimpse of the one before. ]
What? No!
[ That, followed by the mothering is quick to ignite Aoba's temper. In his mind he's growing irrational, doesn't want to listen to any more of it. He's hurt, confused, starting to feel cornered-
A faint gasp escapes him as an jolt of pain runs through his head. A claw of something caged reaches through the bars to swipe, to twist, to make itself known. Can the others feel that desire for control, that lust for freedom and pain, another part of him wonders? To Aoba, it's just the beginning of another routine migraine. ]
You need to go.
[ He remains standing near the bed, though he's ready to collapse into it. One hand pressed between his eyes, the other still gripping the returned datapad, white-knuckled. ]