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[pintsizescience]

[ It's early morning. 6? 7? Zexion wakes up, feeling… oddly refreshed. ]

[ in someone else's bed-- ]

[ --in someone else's clothes ]

[ This room belongs to someone who:

1. studies a lot
   
2. is organized
   
3. is interested in the sciences
   
4. probably keeps few to no friends

So what is Zexion doing here?[ Nothing is remarkable about this room; he leaves to

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[pallidhues]

[Oh, such a nice sleep she'd been having-- but then someone decided to use the phone system. Now, normally, Naminé would turn over, press the pillow over her ears, and wait for it to end but-- hello, familiar voice. Hello painfully familiar voice.]

[Was she still dreaming?]

[...One way to find out.]

[So she picked up the phone, hesitating and unsure, and wondered what in the world she could say. Something-- something that wouldn't give it away, that she knew him, even if he did recognize her voice. So instead of saying 'Zexion?', she said (and thought that perhaps this was a little too dishonest),]

Are you new?

[And oh, it was rather obvious that he was, but... well, no one could blame her for wanting to be sure except herself.]

[pintsizescience]

Yes, I believe so.

...Naminé, how many of us are there here?

[pallidhues]

[...Ah. Too good for her. Not that she'd really known what to try to make it difficult, because trying to do a different voice was not only terribly dishonest, but it also would have sounded rather silly. And-- she knew she should answer his question, that even if it was Zexion, he was still a confused newcomer, but there was another person to think of; would Roxas be displeased, if she went around telling people he was here?]

...That... depends on which 'us' you mean.

[She totally wasn't splitting hairs to temporarily avoid saying something she wasn't sure she should, nope nope.]

[pintsizescience]

...Anyone I may possibly recognize.

[pallidhues]

[She was quiet for a long time. Then,]

Is it really that important? Do you even know where you are?

[Avoiding the question wasn't going to make it go away, and she knew that, but-- what explanation did she owe him? At least, that was what she tried to tell herself. Even she would admit that Zexion had not been the worst of them, but--... but that didn't mean he was safe to talk to, either.]

[pintsizescience]

I am in a town called Mayfield, which is in some larger area named "United States of America," which may or may not be a world. This place called Mayfield is circa some number "1950," which is presumably some measurement of time that holds no meaning to me, since I do not know anything of the history of either Mayfield or this United States of America.

There is a lot that I know, yet much I don't yet understand. So yes, a list of names is a matter of relatively high importance.

[pallidhues]

[...Okay, so he did know. At least the basics, anyway.]

H-has anyone told you about drones, yet?

[Naminé uses Avoid the Question. It's not very effective...]

[pintsizescience]

I've been told a lot about being brainwashed. [ but he assumes you don't mean that, because you probably wouldn't talk about the brainwashed with a derogatory name like "drones." ] I have not been told anything specifically about drones.

[ we'll get back to the original question after this tangent :| ]

[pallidhues]

[She does reserve the right to hang up on him, you know. Not that she will. Incurring some-reasonable-facsimile-of-wrath-and-or-actual-wrath has never been high on her to-do list.]

Drones are the people that think that this is normal, and that everyone has lived here their whole lives. They act like everything's fine.

[pintsizescience]

[ he can bother you and/or find out later :| ]

Does anyone recognize them? They may just have been kidnapped and brainwashed before anyone else remembers.

[pallidhues]

[...avoidance for the wiiiiin.]

No. At least-- some of them seem to actually fit here, but... sometimes people from outside, people that didn't act like drones before become drones. Sometimes it's only temporary, but sometimes--... they never come back.

[pintsizescience]

Do they pose a threat to us?

[pallidhues]

Mostly they seem to be okay. They just... try to make you fit in, sometimes. My 'parents' are drones. They, um, send me to school, but that's nothing bad. ...But that doesn't mean that they're completely safe, either. I... kind of try to avoid them.

[pintsizescience]

[ he looks back at the portrait, pre-arrival of his family ]

It seems my parents and siblings are all drones.

...Does science work differently around here? [ because he's thinking these people failed Genetics. ]

[pallidhues]

...? No? Not that I know of? ...Why?

[pintsizescience]

It might be important.

...Are you going to tell me who from our worlds are here yet?