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[gothchicklit]

[ October got back from her definitely unintentional escapade into the depths of the ship a couple days ago, but she's been lying low since then. She hasn't even bothered checking in with her friends, but that was mostly for fear of them asking questions she doesn't really feel like answering. But right now, October's got her own questions: ]

I know there are plenty of people here who have gotten things in their lockers after their original jump here and I had a few questions for you. 1) How many people has this happened to? 2) What did you get? If you feel like sharing. No hard feelings if you don't. 3) Do you have any idea/possible theories about why you got what you did? Or got something in general?

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[logicunlocked]

[ Since she's settled in he pushes off the door frame and moves to one of the desk chairs, turning it around to straddle the back of it. ]

Pattern holds true for you too, then, huh?

[gothchicklit]

[ She shrugs. ] I guess I just... don't like the idea of it all being random.

[logicunlocked]

I don't know if any other idea is any better.

[ He looks at her for just a moment. ]

So how about you, huh, where did you come from?

they never actually say where the film's set in it B(

[gothchicklit]

A place not quite as fucked up as that. [ She pauses for a moment before dropping her gaze to her hands, thumb dragging over the back of her opposite hand. ] We didn't have AIs or anything, but there was this... Killer ghost. [ She's not exactly fond of talking about it with strangers, but he opened up to her; she can do this. ] I know how insane it sounds, but it's true.

[logicunlocked]

[ York doesn't believe in ghosts, but he does come from a time and place where technology can fill in the gaps with this tale. His friend Tex had a cloaking device on her armor that rendered her invisible on the battle field. Whether that or something else is the explanation, it doesn't matter. October is calling it a ghost, so a ghost it was. ]

That sounds fucked-up enough. Did you lose anyone, anyone close?

[gothchicklit]

[ And that question right there is exactly why October prefers to keep this close to her chest. Especially since the memory of Phin's body, lifeless and bloody, always comes flooding back, even when she doesn't want it to.

Swallowing roughly after a moment, October nods, thumb rubbing harder into her hand. ] Yeah, I did. [ The next question is usually "Who?" so after another short pause, she preempts it by answering. ] My brother. He... He was out, by himself, and the fucking bitch got him.