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[endeavors]

If I get drunk, will the other person getting my memories get drunk too?

[He's. Probably already a bit touched by alcohol. Again. Someone needs to take his communicator away from him when he gets into these moods.]

Sorry. [Pff. That was a burp in the making.] It's... hard to deal with. I'm getting headaches. It's like everything's too sharp. Off-balance. I'm not sure how to describe it.

... I wonder what you're seeing. Whoever you are.

[He's... slightly worried about his secrets spilling all over the place, but. Not talking about them specifically is probably the safest bet.]

She's pretty, right? My wife. Her name's Carmo. I bet you would've loved her.

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[foundafamily]

Who knows?

[Firo's assuming that everyone's pretty much fumbling around in the dark with this.]

I hope we're not that... "connected", or whatever the word is. What if the other person dies?

[endeavors]

That would be horrible. [oh no, don't talk about people dying.] I hope no one dies.

[foundafamily]

Yeah, me too, but I think it's somethin' we gotta expect in a place like this. Let's just hope nobody tries murder a way to keep somebody from seein' their memories.

[Now he's freaking himself out.]

Um, by the way, you didn't seem too worried about anybody seein' yours.

[He finds that pretty weird, and the unspoken question is "why?".]

[endeavors]

Jesus, that's - that's grim.

[he doesn't know how he didn't... think about it. But now he's worried.]

Seeing mine?

[He's slow today, sorry.]

[foundafamily]

[He smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes.]

This whole place is grim.

Yeah, your memories. Aren't you worried at all?

[endeavors]

I'm - I'm not sure. I mean - it's not like I've done anything wrong with my life. I think.

(He just... has to hope that people don't see the wolf part.)

It's hard to be worried when you don't know what's being seen.

[foundafamily]

That's an weird way of thinkin' about it. If anything, I think that'd make most people more worried. Even if you haven't done anything wrong, not knowin' what's gotten out there isn't very pleasant.

[He laughs.]

And I find it hard to believe anyone's never done anything wrong.

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[jacked]

[Zeke hadn't even realised Andy was back until he'd started getting the picture show, and now he's drunk on the network again. This whole day is a mess.]

Seriously, man? This the only coping mechanism you've got?

[endeavors]

You... [he's pointing at the comm. Even though you can't... see.] You again. You say you don't want to talk to me but here you are. Again!

[jacked]

Not like any of this is giving me much of a choice, is it.

[endeavors]

There's always a choice.

[he drags the last word a little. Philosophy is not his strongest point.]

[jacked]

Yeah? Sure about that? Cause I don't remember choosing to buy front row seats for your biopic.

[endeavors]

[Oh. Craaaap. He hangs his head.]

Oh no.

Wait - which one are you?

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[skindeep]

Maybe we could try something different this time. Perhaps we could go to the gardens and you could teach me how to climb a tree.

[A little smile. Hello, someone who's seen.]

[endeavors]

Climb a tree. (he huffs, smile audible, thinking to himself.) I haven't done that since I was a little kid back in Portugal.

(The nostalgia is just a step before he realises what he's being told. Andy is being slow today, and the drinking doesn't exactly help. Give him a second.

Or two.

Make it three.)

... Oh. Oh! You - you mean-?

[skindeep]

[Noah is the epitome of patience, so he waits, chuckling softly when it finally dawns on him.]

You have a twin brother, the same as I.

[endeavors]

I saw him. I think - [no, yeah.] Yeah, I saw him.

That's so cool. [He's smiling.] What's his name-?

[skindeep]

Adam. [He says the name with pride.] He got all the looks. And the charm.

[endeavors]

César. My brother's name.

[a small exhale. He may be blushing a bit. Because Andy is hopeless.

... He wonders if he saw the wolf part, but it's somehow safer not to ask. Right?]

Did you see Carmo?

[mindtricks]

I doubt it works like that.

[ of course, the only knowledge she has of something even just vaguely comparable to this is her own telepathy and just because she doesn't get drunk when reading a drunkard's mind doesn't mean this -- whatever this is precisely, whatever is going on aboard this ship right now -- works the same way. ]

[endeavors]

What's your theory?

[Go on, tell us all about it.]

[mindtricks]

You can tell the other is drunk, but that doesn't make you intoxicated.

[ she might be wrong there. and she means that you in a very general sense because he is clearly intoxicated. ]

[endeavors]

Wh - [he has to pause and think about it. Andy has never experienced anything of the sort, so it's all very distant to him.] You can tell someone's drunk by the things you're seeing?

[mindtricks]

[ she's grown up with both telepathy and empathy. strongest the hall of justice has ever seen. ]

The thought process, the sensation -- yes.

[endeavors]

Oh. Yeah. I think - I think that makes sense.

[huh.]

Hope no one's seeing what I'm seeing right now.

[Words are getting a little harder to focus on.]