001. Text // Kick it right out of frame - does it matter?

[drydrown]

You know, this may be a slightly inane question, but since apparently I'm being made to deal with the local social media conspiracy firsthand, this is hardly the stupidest thing I'm going to decide to do. At least, as far as the rest of you lot tend to tell it.

So! While we're all here and blundering our way through this holiday season – does anyone have any idea what the ratio is here for "people remembering reasonably normal lives" set against "people whose past lives were apparently some sort of weird genre-fiction mess"? If you want to describe your particular brand of genre-fiction mess, do feel free, but it's not required.

Asking for a friend, obviously. ♡

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[twostringsonebow]

I certainly can. The one who wields information is more powerful than any military in the world, after all.
Knowing that, we can trade stories. In exchange for my interesting tidbit, tell me something of yours.

[drydrown]

Unfortunately, the information you're wielding holds no interest or validity to those who know better than to assume that it does. But it was a pleasant attempt, anyway.

[twostringsonebow]

How cruel. You're truly not interested the oddities of the world? It involves these memories, too. The theories attributed to them. Things like that.
(Though between you and I, some of the theories just aren't my cup of tea. They do remain inconclusive.)

[drydrown]

All right, all right. If you're that interested in telling me, I suppose there's no sense in trying to stop you. ♡

[twostringsonebow]

Very well, since you so insist on knowing.
There's a group of people who think we're in a sort of simulation, the points towards that being the changing map of the city, how we regain and lose things, and the events of August, where many monsters were brought out through portals and wrecked the city.
These same portals kidnapped many of us, including myself and two friends.
I found myself on a cruise ship with a group of others, then into a sea kingdom ruled by an octopus-don, and finally a pirate's cove with the undead. We could speak and perfectly understand the sea inhabitants, and once we were free of the pirate's cove we took a flying ship and returned to the city.
We found some rather interesting things there, on the other hand... a map showing different points of the world, all marked out save for the city we live in now, and this was combined with information from the other teams that they were essentially failed projects, if I remember right.
I don't quite like the idea of Recolle being a virtual reality of some kind, but it does make a lot of sense... I'm simply denying it until I can't.