[Voice]

[tearmeanewone]

[With all of the quantum shenanigans Elizabeth has ever been involved with, this has to be the one that feels the strangest.]

[The doctor and nurses had been uncomfortably nice, even though Elizabeth had reassured them that they didn't have to treat her delicately. If this was a tragedy, she had no point of reference to mourn it. Seeing them give each other significant, sad glances was only irritating. What was possibly even more annoying though was that Elizabeth waited for the memory of her previous self to come back to her... but it wasn't. If she'd been here before, if she'd broken the rules again, memories of what she'd been like, what she'd said, how she'd died-- they would have been there. Sooner rather than later. But days went by and nothing came. She wandered around the hospital, the staff asked if she wanted to contact someone ("Who do you suggest?" she'd ask, and they would usually shrink back. No one knew who to call), and the day the 'Ingress technician' stopped by asking to talk to her she smelled a scientist and refused to let him in the room. The next day they suggested she go back to her apartment.]

[They drove her to a nice place, that they informed her she'd purchased, and once she'd been inside for a few minutes and her vitals remained stable, they took their leave to let her "get reacquainted".]

[And there she was with the strangest feeling in the world: not knowing what happened to her here.]

[There's an entire room of books-- which makes sense immediately, but the collection is the most eclectic thing she's ever seen. There are clothes in a hamper, rotting food in an ice box, dying plants on a porch, a wadded up blanket and many, many empty mugs. She was lonely, even before her apartment went abandoned for days. Did anybody know her?]

[The basic functions of the device on her wrist were explained to her on the ride to her apartment, but she's still unsure and careful as she makes selections and sets up a broadcast.]

This is Elizabeth DeWitt, formerly of the Moira's crew... [There's a long pause, and she finally realizes there's no way to avoid being straightforward.] ...I'm looking for anyone who knows me. There was an accident-- [Or incident, probably.] --and I've been told I left my timeline months ago and have been living elsewhere. Anyone who can shed some light on where I've been and what I've been doing... I'd like to speak with you.

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[seeingscarlet]

Were you hurt? Do you feel all right?

[There is genuine concern on her face, the kind one would expect from a close friend. Did someone go after her in retaliation for the outpost or the contaminants from the asteroid? The Moirans are unfortunately finding themselves on the wrong side of public opinion these days...]

I'm Wanda Maximoff. I...I've known you for a long time. Since I was brought here.

Voice;

[tearmeanewone]

[Wanda... the name doesn't ring a bell, but her face is somehow... comforting. Good sign, probably.]

Minor injuries, the official diagnosis seemed to be a freak Ingress pocket expanding on top of me.

Do you know where I live? I'd prefer to talk in person... if that's alright?

video;

[seeingscarlet]

That doesn't sound minor...

[And that sinking sensation in her stomach is only growing stronger by the second. Wanda gets a little paler.]

I know where it is. It's not far. [But she can't see where Elizabeth is since she's using voice, and something occurs to her. What if they just turned Elizabeth loose at the hospital and she's reached out to the network because she doesn't know where to go or what to do?] Are you there now?

Voice;

[tearmeanewone]

[Wanda knows where she lives without having to be given directions or an address or anything-- also a good sign. She rubs at her face with both hands, wishing she didn't have to be so paranoid, wishing that her former self had left something behind so she wouldn't have to treat a potential friend as someone who could be hostile. She feels exactly how she'd felt waking up to Atlas and his goons-- completely confused and in the middle of everything. At least she doesn't have a gun pointed in her face this time. ...she's pretty sure.]

Yes, I'm here. ...At least, the people who brought me here said it's mine. [Elizabeth narrows her eyes at the windows, marches over to them and tugs it open. It is, in fact, real.]

Mostly certain it's mine.

video;

[seeingscarlet]

All of the books?

[There's a fond edge to her smile. Honestly, that's one of the best clues that either Elizabeth or Thàn lives there. Wanda doesn't know anyone else so enthusiastic about libraries.]

I will be there soon. Unless you need me to stop for food? [look okay she is very nearly a professional fusser]

voice;

[brokeassgoing]

[after everything, Badou didn't know if he'd see her again period. But when her face pops up and she says that much:]

...You're shitting me, aren't you? Don't joke like that, that was fucked, dude.

voice;

[tearmeanewone]

I'm not joking. [But you, sir, definitely know her. And probably know what happened to her if "that was fucked" is anything to go by.]

We should talk. Where can I meet you?

voice;

[brokeassgoing]

[the Travesty]

....You really ain't? I'm at [insert directions to that cafe they went to at the beginning of this adventure] so be there. Or be square, I guess.

>action;

[tearmeanewone]

[Well she wouldn't want to be square.]

[She actually understood that reference.]

[Elizabeth has to check the directions several times before she finds the cafe-- a nice place with tables on the outside, it vaguely reminds her of Paris. Somehow, she gets the feeling that whoever this person is, they didn't pick this cafe. And when the waiter stops and smiles at her, her ears start ringing and she has to look away.]

[Being outside this soon might have been a mistake-- she doesn't even know who she's looking for.]

[brokeassgoing]

[Badou doesn't think she's the type to make jokes like that, amnesia or what the fuck ever, especially how things ended. But he has a bad feeling which is somewhat piqued even more when he sees the dull look in her eyes.

But he lifts a hand in greeting, already grabbing a table:]

Yo, Liz! C'mon, over here.

voice;

[notyetsore]

...Elizabeth? You... d'you mean you really don't remember?

voice;

[tearmeanewone]

[It's a young voice. She feels like she's let someone down, like he's told her something she had to remember.]

I'm sorry. Some things might still come back to me-- at least that's what the doctor told me, but nothing is certain.

[She's not even certain, and she supposedly knew all the "rules".]

[notyetsore]

[Might come back. That's... it's better than "definitely won't", right? Right.]

It's... it's okay. It's not your fault.

Um... I'm Ginko.

[tearmeanewone]

Ginko. [She repeats, sounding as though she's trying to memorize an address or a number. Saying 'nice to meet you' seems like it would be insensitive in this situation, especially when this was probably just temporary. Right...?]

Ginko this might help me-- where did we first meet?

[notyetsore]

In the library - on the Moira, I mean. You were in charge there, 'n when I showed up I was supposed to be an assistant.

voice;

[shadowblends]

Miss Elizabeth?

[He's not entirely sure what's happened, but he knows confusion, regardless of being unable to see it on someone's face. While he doesn't know her as well as others, Kurt still considers her a friend and if it's answers she's looking for, he might be able to provide her with some.]

It may not be much, but I'll do my best to help you with whatever questions you might have.

voice;

[tearmeanewone]

[She's not willing to let any lead pass her by, even if the voice says it might not be much. The slightest thing could snap her back into alignment.]

Small keys still open doors. How did we know each other?

voice;

[shadowblends]

That's ... not an untrue statement. [In his opinion, at least.]

We're friends! We met in an abandoned building when I was running down the hallway-- after I'd found some worrisome audio logs. A few weeks back, I came over and helped you arrange your books?

voice;

[tearmeanewone]

In fact, I'd call it 'factual'. [She teases, lightly.]

[Two whole friends, this is incredible. For someone who had no friends a few days ago (or at least, no friends from what she remembers) having two people contact her to express concern and identify themselves as friends is insane. She starts wondering how much she told them, if anything--]

[No, that would be crazy. Telling anyone about her abilities would have been extremely dangerous for her and the other person. She'd never do that.]

Ah... so you might know more about the collection that's in my spare room than I do now.

voice;

[shadowblends]

[The barest hint of a laugh escapes before he can stop it, but Kurt's relieved that Elizabeth hasn't changed.

She's got no reason to worry in this case. From what he knows, his friend is an entirely 'normal' being and he hasn't been given any reason to think otherwise and even though he's shared his ability to teleport with her over the network, he'd feel invasive if he were to pry too deeply.

Keeping with the discussion of books seems safe enough, though.]

You have no recollection of it whatsoever? Perhaps I do then.

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

Your posts just keeps getting weirder and weirder.

[tearmeanewone]

Do they?

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

For sure! Last time you were drunk rambling about how people leave you like a heartbroken fool and broadcasting a bar fight.

[tearmeanewone]

...I don't drink. [At least, as far as she's aware she doesn't. Booker's history with alcohol was enough to put her off of it, too much risk, too many bitter thoughts. Had she been so far gone that she'd gotten drunk and started a bar fight?]

Who are you?

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

Pfft. [Ok, how can you not laugh at claim like that. She hasn't forgotten the chat at bonfire during December. Though her next question casts a good light on situation.]

I'm J.