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[ Hm... She had risen just now to greet this guest, but the name has her hesitant in continuing her maidly duties. There's a moment. She closes her eyes and it comes to her. ] ... Mister Brofiise. It's you.

[egodist]

So it is. And what is your name, aside from Amalthea?

[and also he makes a gesture toward the table. he doesn't like standing....]

Get me a seat.

[dropoffs]

My many masters have simply referred to me as the maid. [ She offers him her seat. It is yours. ] But the name given to me, the witch, is Morgana.

[egodist]

Get yourself a seat, then.

[because he's not kind enough to deny it, sitting and letting his elbow rest on the table to hold his head up... slob.]

Very well, Witch Morgana. [he asked for her name and now won't use it until further notice. a gesture to the second figure in the chair]

Is this your master?

[dropoffs]

I am perfectly content standing. [ She is a maid, after all, and pours Scien a cup of tea. ] It is.

[egodist]

If you're certain. [scien watches the tea being poured and asks - ] What is this?

So the master that you're crossing the universe to find is here with you at the moment.

[dropoffs]

[ She tilts her head and looks over to the blurry figure who is still drinking their tea. ] ... A fiction of my desires, I suppose. This is still a dream.

[egodist]

Even in your dreams, you search for him? Some could call that romantic - the stuff of fantasy.

[not scien, but he's aware of how it looks]

[dropoffs]

As I've told you before, she and I made a promise. [ Romantic in nature, she isn't sure. ] But I suppose it rivals that of romance.

[egodist]

[lesbians?]

So it would seem.

Do you maintain that you willingly joined Nut and Bolt of your own accord in order to search? Did you sign a contract, and were you on a tour with twenty-eight individuals?

[dropoffs]

[ Sometimes... You wait for a woman. She looks over to the blurry figure with a smile and slowly the filter obscuring them lifts. It is a young girl with snow white hair and skin, but piercing red ruby eyes. ] I have memories of all you have listed... But I have started to wonder if what I remember should be doubted. [ Even as she answers Scien, she keeps her eyes on the white-haired girl. ]

[egodist]

[NOOOOO IMGUR FAILED MEEEE WHO IS ITTTTTTTT]

Oh? What prompted your doubt?

[dropoffs]

[ uhh what about this ] Documents have been cropping up lately... It starts with us not recognizing it accompanied with a headache. It has been this way with most of the documents.

[egodist]

[yes i see.... beautiful!!!!]

So you're recognizing the anomalies in your own behavior.

[he relates.]

... I'll pose an open-ended question then. What do you think is going on?

[dropoffs]

It is difficult not to piece together when it has been a consistent side effect. We have had a meeting about it earlier. [ Capitalism is always a headache, though. ] I believe the Eudora is cursed.

[egodist]

I see.

[okay.]

I guess we've talked about that before.

What else did you cover in your meeting?

[dropoffs]

[ It should have been the most predictable answer from a witch. ] Physical and chemical restraints.

[egodist]

[he hates it here....]

To be used on... whom? The murderers?

[dropoffs]

That is correct, but many of us are indecisive about it. [ For obvious very human-feeling reasons. ]

[egodist]

It can be seen as inhumane when there is no cause identified for who gets affected.

[there is nothing in common between scien and eunhyuk after all]

Has there been any progress in determining what made our behavior so erratic?

[dropoffs]

We are going through some deductions and Io has been reviewing yours, Mister Lee's, and Mister Pearce's bodies every night in hopes they see something different. There is still a curiosity in nanites and I was fortunate enough to remember Mister Pearce's recommendation to scan them during the upcoming spacejump lockdown. Ultimately, there is no progress. [ She isn't going to sugarcoat it or anything. ]

[egodist]

There aren't even findings showing the difference in what affected myself and the busybody detective's? Do you truly believe that his condition was just rapidly exacerbated by the environment?

[wouldn't that be so fucking convenient???]

Is this still something you would call a curse?

[dropoffs]

Despite Mister Pearce's case being different from the rest, we cannot exclude him in this strange series of happenings. At least, that is my opinion. Your autopsies are all different when we consider the physical causes of death. The panels came out without anything odd to note that wouldn't already be expected... High levels of cortisol and adrenaline. Increased heart rate. High blood pressure—similar metrics applied to those who have different physiologies or biology. All of you are corpses, nothing more and nothing less. Of course this is what we can glean from the technology we do have. It is possible that it is something our equipment currently cannot detect. We are collecting parts to upgrade what we have during these stops. [ She reports rather calmly. Anyway... Weird! ] I still think it's a curse, yes.

[egodist]

I'm of agreement, though I think that he and I had situations that manifested very differently despite otherwise sharing similarities.

[pain, heart and lung conditions respectively, limited amount of time to live...]

And will you still tell me that your schematics and design of nanites is left off limits to me?

What do you think the origin of the curse is?

[dropoffs]

[ She doesn't have anything to add to the first part. ] We don't necessarily have access to files like nanite schematics. That belongs to the company and our ranks are not high enough to be given those permissions. If we wanted to look into nanites, then we would need to extract and study them ourselves. A curse always has an origin. I don't know what it may be, but an origin has to exist... It has to be full of disdain.