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[There are several orders of business, here, and Lisbeth gets right down to them: no greeting, no please, no thank you.]

I want to know how many people have left the ship and then returned. With or without memories of being here before, and how long they were gone. Firsthand accounts or otherwise.

I also want to know how often our brains and bodies are fucked with and whether anyone's unaffected. I know this isn't the first time. [And if you're stupid enough to go blabbing to a stranger about the memories you're experiencing, be her guest, but she's not asking for that.]

I need these items:
- disposable camera
- soldering iron
- copper wire
- electrical tape

Contact me privately and we'll arrange something.

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This whole place is fucked, there's just different levels of it.

I'd gathered that.

Buckle up. It only gets worse, far as I can tell.

[ a pause, a click of a lighter, and then-- ]

Why're you asking about that shit? The leaving and coming back?

Because I'm interested.

[And because she's seen video footage of herself in the archives--two versions of her, but neither were quite right.]

Are you smoking?

Fair enough.

[ and what else was there to do up here other than deal with crazy shit showing up in your memories and riding out the weird vibes that went with them? ]

Yeah. I got a habit.

[She's taking a risk even switching to voice with all this memory shit going on, but whatever. Some of these people have already seen her naked, and she's been carefully rationing out her pack--which isn't doing her any favors, mood-wise.]

Where can I get cigarettes?

All I got came up here with me.

[ it's not really enough, that much is clear from his tone. ]

You hurting for a smoke?

[Lisbeth suspects the headaches aren't all nicotine-related, but she's down to about four cigarettes in her pack and could easily finish it off just today.

She wants to be able to just walk to a convenience store and take care of herself, not admit weakness or need to anyone here. But it's not that easy.]

Yes.

Wouldn't mind tossing a pack your way.

[ jax teller and his soft heart. but he showed up with cartons of cigarettes, he can spare one at the moment. ]