[ Vash is just innocently eating his Dahut-sanctioned spam and pie today at the canteen... When Scien appears and approaches him, he watches with big eyes and blinks a couple of times, cheeks stuffed. ]
yea he needs this one alive and doesn't want to wait four hours for an answer so he starts patting vash on the back to try to dislodge whatever he's choking on...]
So far, yes, but the usual expectation that I be restrained and possibly removed if a violent anomaly happens is still on the table.
[he makes a vague gesture toward the holodeck]
I used that to communicate with the Second Callisto. An individual looked like you, attacked me, and called himself your older brother. He said something about bringing you home, and wanting to know where you are.
As much as I want to get out of here, I can't figure out your relationship, so I declined a real answer. Then I'm fairly sure I died for my incooperation.
[ But? Scien seems fine and Vash, in general, is not worried about himself. His goofy expression shifts and twists into something grim, very distressed despite how contained his gestures are. ]
I do have a twin brother, but I didn't know he was here.
[ He purposely doesn't make a comment about his brother replacing him. Going to dodge that.
Vash tries to remember. It takes him a moment and Scien can tell he's struggling some. ]
I was running diagnostics for the first section of the ship, thought to check the garbage disposal... Then... [ He isn't confident on this part. ] I was here.
Yes. But the consensus seems to be not giving you additional details since it causes headaches in your attempt to remember. Though it's why I believe the Senior Crew has had their memories tampered with.
I won't treat you with kid gloves if you don't want me to, but I don't know how productive it would be to keep giving you more details when you might pass out as a result.
You guys think that's a good idea? The headaches aren't that bad. I think I'd rather know—or try to know.
[ But Vash also has a much higher pain tolerance. So far, it makes sense to him. It's difficult to know if something is a pattern when you're the only senior crew down here. ]
[well. alright. scien makes a gesture for vash to turn where he's sitting.]
Shift so that your body weight is primarily on the counter. It'll be easier than me trying to catch you if you pass out.
[but scien isn't going to like. hold back if this is what vash is asking for?]
Every Tuesday, members of your crew from your last tour seem to appear in the canteen as ghostly wisps of themselves. Two of them shared that they died during a moment where the ship crashed into a storm, and they last remember debris falling on them.
Another one this past week told me that they were the Chief Communications Officer and died from a thorn prick from a new cross-breed of plant developed. I presume that the other one also died, seeing as they weren't tangible. [dana just hasn't read that thread]
That makes at least four deaths from your last tour, with more likely on the way.
But whenever I ask you or the other members of the Senior Crew on the matter, I'm told that everyone from your last tour retired.
[that's already a lot of information! but as scien speaks, he watches vash and monitors his status. if it looks like he's going to just keel over from the information, he'll stop.]
[ :0 Scien would catch him? He's a little surprised by that since he thinks this guy would just let him fall onto the floor.
He will do as directed, getting comfortable, and he won't at all consider that maybe this would be better in their capsule rooms. That really is a lot of information and Vash is of course shocked to hear all of this? At most he has heard there are ghosts, then they instantly hushed when he got a headache. ]
WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?!
[ Why is this happening to him!! He does have a headache and it hurts, but he is lashing out about it to distract himself. ]
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W2 TUESDAY
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scien raises a hand in greeting and just goes to park it nearby, leaning on the counter tiredly]
Any chance you remember an older brother?
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yea he needs this one alive and doesn't want to wait four hours for an answer so he starts patting vash on the back to try to dislodge whatever he's choking on...]
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Thanks, Scien! [ He needs a moment to catch his breath. ] Where did you hear that from?
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he just tilts his head]
I'm fairly sure he killed me in a dream.
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Huh? [ What? ] Uh... Is your head okay after reviving?
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[he makes a vague gesture toward the holodeck]
I used that to communicate with the Second Callisto. An individual looked like you, attacked me, and called himself your older brother. He said something about bringing you home, and wanting to know where you are.
As much as I want to get out of here, I can't figure out your relationship, so I declined a real answer. Then I'm fairly sure I died for my incooperation.
So I believe it is your turn to explain now.
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[ But? Scien seems fine and Vash, in general, is not worried about himself. His goofy expression shifts and twists into something grim, very distressed despite how contained his gestures are. ]
I do have a twin brother, but I didn't know he was here.
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Can you tell me again what was the last thing you remember before waking up in the Helly Belly?
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Vash tries to remember. It takes him a moment and Scien can tell he's struggling some. ]
I was running diagnostics for the first section of the ship, thought to check the garbage disposal... Then... [ He isn't confident on this part. ] I was here.
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[ He doesn't want to say it's a zero chance because it's still possible. It could have been an accident. ]
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[ Unsure. ]
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[ This seems to come easy enough. ]
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... I don't think so, but I'm not... [ Headache. ] Did something like that happen?
[ Unsure again, instead of sure that everything went smoothly. ]
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I won't treat you with kid gloves if you don't want me to, but I don't know how productive it would be to keep giving you more details when you might pass out as a result.
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[ But Vash also has a much higher pain tolerance. So far, it makes sense to him. It's difficult to know if something is a pattern when you're the only senior crew down here. ]
I can take it.
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Shift so that your body weight is primarily on the counter. It'll be easier than me trying to catch you if you pass out.
[but scien isn't going to like. hold back if this is what vash is asking for?]
Every Tuesday, members of your crew from your last tour seem to appear in the canteen as ghostly wisps of themselves. Two of them shared that they died during a moment where the ship crashed into a storm, and they last remember debris falling on them.
Another one this past week told me that they were the Chief Communications Officer and died from a thorn prick from a new cross-breed of plant developed. I presume that the other one also died, seeing as they weren't tangible. [dana just hasn't read that thread]
That makes at least four deaths from your last tour, with more likely on the way.
But whenever I ask you or the other members of the Senior Crew on the matter, I'm told that everyone from your last tour retired.
[that's already a lot of information! but as scien speaks, he watches vash and monitors his status. if it looks like he's going to just keel over from the information, he'll stop.]
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He will do as directed, getting comfortable, and he won't at all consider that maybe this would be better in their capsule rooms. That really is a lot of information and Vash is of course shocked to hear all of this? At most he has heard there are ghosts, then they instantly hushed when he got a headache. ]
WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?!
[ Why is this happening to him!! He does have a headache and it hurts, but he is lashing out about it to distract himself. ]
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but scien frowns. he anticipated something like this. he sighs. and shifts to turn to face vash properly]
How much were you able to process?
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I took in all of that. Can't say that I remember anything that matches right now, but I survived?
[ Curls up into a ball on this cafeteria bench. Vash, whispering to himself: ]
Is this what it's like to lose a bunch of brain cells at once?
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