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[eidetics]

[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.

Comments

[northerner]

I know that.

[ it had been a long time since aberdeen ( hallah ) and robb knew better than to hope for her return. there's a pause, robb drawing a breath, and then. ]

You're Lisbeth. I've known you as well.

[ it would never be the same. robb didn't seek for it to be. ]

It's alright, if you don't remember.

[eidetics]

[Her lips are pursed into a thin line before she voices her next question, still pointedly avoiding his gaze.]

Were we friends?

[She doesn't like the sound of it, feels as if it makes her weak--because it implies a sentimentality she doesn't, can't feel for someone she doesn't know.]

[northerner]

Allies, aye.

[ but robb speaks the way one would speak of a friend, so perhaps the attempt at softening the blow is useless. ]