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[magewarden]

[ Daylen rarely uses the network.

In fact, the few times he does it's either in private messages or replies to other people. He can't shake the distrust of it, a distrust as much from inability to understand as general suspicion over how it works.

Still. Alistair uses it. Other people he likes and gives credit to use it. If it indeed works as it seems to, then it could be a useful tool.

More importantly, it could gather him the answers he seeks. Even the ones he might not wish to hear but has to. ]

A moment of your time, for those inclined to answer.

I have heard stories of those who vanish during jumps or before, mixed information.

I have heard that those who vanish completely -- their reference upon these things returns a different message which indicates this.

I have heard some vanish and return at a later 'jump', with different memories. Some remember this place, some do not. Some with different demeanour or events recalled to when they left. Some differently gendered, even.

I would like to hear from people who have experience with this, or anything to add. I wish to understand better. Thank you in advanced.

Comments

voice;

[sufferances]

I've left and come back. But I don't think I understand it any more than you do.

voice;

[magewarden]

[ There's a moment where Daylen hesitates, tries to decide on how to reply -- as much in words as in format. Normally he sticks to printed word (or the devices equivalent of it) with these things, but perhaps that would be... impolite?

Maker, he hates these things. A few seconds longer and he finds the right key. Enjoy his distinctly British accent -- ]

Will you tell me about it? Do you recall all that passed here, and did that time reflect on your home?

voice;

[sufferances]

I don't really recall being here at all.

[ which stefan is still frustrated about. ]

text;

[sweetmotherofgod]

They're all possible. I had a friend disappear who came back and remembered everything here. She said she'd gone home but she couldn't remember anything about her time there when I asked about it. I knew a guy who disappeared and when he came back he was... [wrong] different.

And I had a friend leave and not come back. It seems like he knew he was going, too, because he left a note for me.

It's fucked up.

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[magewarden]

I see. Your friend could not remember the time they spent home? How could they be sure they had indeed gone home, then?

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[sweetmotherofgod]

We can't, I guess. Any more than we can be sure of anything else here. I don't know if remember is the right word. She was sure, but it's like she couldn't talk about it. I'd ask her a question and she'd start to answer but she'd get distracted or start talking about something else.

I should have pushed it more but I was so happy to see her I didn't think to.

[jilt]

I've never experienced it myself, but I knew one man who had left and returned. He'd had no memory of being here the first time, much to everyone's dismay.

Text;

[magewarden]

And was he the same, in his heart and mind, as the man who had left? Were there any other differences aside from his memory of this place?

[jilt]

He was the same man, yes. But I think there were differences in experience. One older than the other, or something to that effect.

text;

[interns]

I went home once, over an extended period of time. Only it wasn't like any time went by at home, I just wasn't here for a few months. I still have no idea what happened, exactly. But my passenger number changed, even though my memories didn't.

text;

[magewarden]

Passenger number? You mean the tattoo upon your arm?

text;

[interns]

Oh, yes. It accounted for the time I spent away from the ship. I didn't forget anything, but my room and locker changed.

text - & hello facetwin finally I get to tag you (8

[doggedly]

differently gendered

text - & hello troublemaking facetwin

[magewarden]

Yes. A friend of mine knew someone from home who came here. He vanished from the ship, and then somehow another version of them returned. Similar in memories and personality, only female.

text

[doggedly]

what


youre not serious
youre joking arent you because even this ship cant


who put you up to this?

text;

[effusive]

I don't know how much it will add, but I've apparently been here before. I don't remember any of it.

text;

[magewarden]

You are not the only one, it seems. Do people tell you of the time you do not remember?

voice

[forlifeloveandcheese]

[ guess who knows what this is all about ]

Hey. How are you holding up?

voice

[magewarden]

[ Hello, Alistair, welcome to the letting go is hard show. How are you? Hows the guilt over that bitter moment in the genetics lab? Daylen sounds a little tired, but honestly did you expect anything other than this reply: ]

Fine, thank you Alistair. It is interesting to hear the different ways in which this place works.

Voice

[servant]

Differently gendered?

[Now that's one thing he hasn't heard.]

You mean they were a boy and came back a girl? Or the other way around.

Voice

[magewarden]

It is not quite that simple. They had the same memories of their home, no memories of the ship, and in their memories they had always been female. It was not a transformation, as such, unless a transformation can effect the memory too.

text;

[gothchicklit]

I haven't left and come back personally, but I know people who have - mostly without their memories of being here before - and it's a pain the fucking ass. For them and the rest of us.

I've never known someone to come back as a different gender, though. That's a new one.

text;

[magewarden]

So people have said. I suppose I am glad for that, for it would be quite unsettling if everyone were to change gender constantly.

audio;

[legiondary]

I don't know any more than you do, Commander. But some thing is weird with this place if it could pull you from the past.

[ it still smarts that he doesn't know her, but she's trying to roll with it! ]

audio;

[magewarden]

[ Oh, Sigrun. Yes, that is... awkward. Well. Nothing to be done about it, though. ]

I suppose I have seen enough strange things that little should surprise me, but I admit that this does every time I am forced to face it. Perhaps I should look at it as a comfort, though. That I survive long enough to make yet more good friends? Surely that is a blessing.