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[notyourrookie]

[Wash appears on the screen, grudgingly out of armour, his face drawn and pinched around the mouth. He looks exhausted, eyes sunken and dark with exhaustion. Arriving here is just one more thing that seems specifically designed to fuck up his life.]

My name is Ag- [No, he's not Agent Washington anymore is he? He's not with the UNSC. He's not with project Freelancer. He's not anything.] My name is Washington.

They said that- [He can't believe he's saying this. His life is a fucking joke and his death will probably be the punchline. Until then, he is stuck dealing with this shit. Assuming he hasn't snapped altogether. That's also a possibility.]

They said that I have been sucked in through some kind of bullshit dimension hopping. [Yes, his teeth are gritted as he says it.] I'm looking for anyone who knows what the UNSC is.

[It's not that he wants to find anyone from home. There's no-one he cares for left alive and even then... well, he tries not to think about them too much. But he just needs someone to remind him that that wasn't all fictional.]

Comments

[notglitching]

UNSC: referenced by prior imports.

Query. No previous memory of "bullshit dimension hopping"?

[That is. A familiar ID.]

[notyourrookie]

[What the hell?]

What else should I call it? I got dragged here supposedly to another dimension. The whole situation is bullshit.

text; (as I obviously definitely didn't forget to put before)

[notglitching]

Not the query.

[...even if he's increasingly sure of the answer.]

Familiarity of terms: Ingress, Moira?

[notyourrookie]

I got the introduction spiel they gave me when I woke up.

[notglitching]

[...]

You don't remember.

[notyourrookie]

Can't forget something you never knew.

[notglitching]

[...he did know.

There's little point in saying so, however.]

Significant portion of residents know you.

Here before. Memory altered.

[notyourrookie]

[Well, that's terrifying. It isn't like having his memory fucked with is something traumatic for him or anything.]

I've never been here before. I know I haven't.

[notglitching]

True.

[It's okay! See, Rinzler's being reassuring.]

Different location. Prior to group arrival.

[ha. ha.]

[notyourrookie]

What different location? Somehow I don't think you're talking about Sidewinder.

[notglitching]

Ship. ID: Moira.

Also connected to Portal system.

[notyourrookie]

I've never heard of it. It's not a ship I've been on.

What do you want?

[notglitching]

[He was.

No point in looping, though.]

Verifying memory loss.

[notyourrookie]

I think I would remember something like that.

[Oh shit oh shit has he forgotten something like that?]

[notglitching]

Assumption noted.

[...you think you would remember forgetting? User pls.]

More relevant datapoint: people will remember you.

[notyourrookie]

{He thinks he would remember the ship. He refuses to accept that he has forgotten anything.]

Just fucking great. I don't know them. So it doesn't matter.

[notglitching]

[It doesn't matter if people know your private data? That reads false... or as a level of stupidity he wouldn't have expected from this source.

Still.]

Warning: delivered.

[Not much more he can do.]

[notyourrookie]

...Thanks. I'll keep it in mind.