[2.0] The lost art of communication

[unwinding_key]

Someone told me that dying changes very little about a person and I am inclined to agree. This entire place is rather like a memory I cannot quite pick up upon, just out of reach. Which, I am told, is rather common here. Considering that we cannot remember our own names, our stations, our pasts.

So tell me, dear residents: is my hand writing

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[handy_psychic]

[Huuuge blot. He still can't quite believe it.]

I knew you before. You- helped me a lot. My name is Bridge.

[unwinding_key]

I am glad to know that I helped you. Hello and welcome, Bridge.

[handy_psychic]

Me too. Me too.

I'm really happy to see you again- and, getting to know you all over again will be great.

[unwinding_key]

I shall look forward to it.

[pinkhairedchild]

Hiya Curly-head!

[unwinding_key]

Hello. What is your name?

[pinkhairedchild]

I'm Blood, and I know you!

[unwinding_key]

Ah! You are Ghost's younger sister, correct? A pleasure to meet you again, Blood.

[redrobinhood]

[ooc: pen taps.]

Miss A. You know, if we ever get outta here, we're gonna have to find you a new place to live.

[unwinding_key]

I shall have to acquire a position, first.

awkward non courtship

[redrobinhood]

Right.

I work at a bar but..ah..heh. That's definitely not the line of work for you.

it's awesome isn't it?

[unwinding_key]

Probably not, no. I was considering some sort of repair work. To put my talent to use.

[lemonshine]

We didn't talk a lot but we were acquainted.

Welcome back Alekhine. My name is Lucy.

[unwinding_key]

Thank you. It is a pleasure, Lucy.

[lemonshine]

When did you come back?

[unwinding_key]

Two, three days have passed, I believe.