[ Hey Ataraxion, have one obviously annoyed, slightly frustrated, small brunette currently looking into what she assumes is the camera of the device in front of her. She’s only been here for a couple of hours, and already she thinks this is some convoluted dream - she just hasn’t figured out whose yet.
Brow furrowed, she lets out a long sigh,
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[Nothing that she's aware of, in any case.]
I don't think this is a dream, either.
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a look, scratching at the back of her neck in thought. there has to be something, you just need to think about it, right? ]
What do you do back home?
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[She pauses at the question. After all, it isn't just the past few days that are fuzzy in her head -- she woke up to a total blackout. Rather than wracking her brains trying to figure it out, she's been trying to distract herself, more than anything.
[She tilts her head, thinks for a moment. It's not a reality she's willing to share until she knows she can trust any of these people.]
...nothing. I didn't do anything.
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Okay..whereabouts are you from then?
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[Although she shifts; the nature of these questions asked make her mildly uncomfortable for not knowing a proper response.]
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her expression softens then, as she offers her a small smile. Hoping to show she isn't out to cause all out problems with her. ]
I'm Ariadne. [ brow raised faintly as she gives the other woman a small smile, hoping she will at least be willing to open up with her name. (have to start somewhere, right?) ]
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[See, now this was a dilemma she was afraid she was going to have to face, sooner or later. Because she's pretty sure that a ship full of people who, for the most part, are strangers to one another are going to be introducing themselves a lot, and most expecting an answer in return.
[This was going to prove itself to be problematic.]
...nice to meet you. [The words force themselves out like an instinctive reflex; more like reciting a line she saw from a movie than an actual, friendly response.]
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Is anyone?
[Just act natural.]
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I remember most things now. I was at an airport just before this - back in the states actually.
You can’t recall anything though?
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[It's a half lie, half truth. One wouldn't exactly call them memories, though.]
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Like what though? Maybe going over them might help jog something. [ it's worth a shot. ]
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[Seriously, comparing herself to a bird?]
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a slow nod in understanding, letting a ghost of a smile spread across her lips. ]
Just don't ignore any of them if you can. Things tend to get worse when that happens - least from what I notice.
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