PHOTO | He found the snitch??

[redarm]

Noah Robin Catbell shared a photo. 4/01 near The Towers

can anyone tell me what the duck this is??
it showed up in a package from retrospec.
i wasnt gonna open it but then it ducking CHEWED its way out of the package.
what the heck kind of animal is this??

[Uh yeah he hasn't noticed the parental filter yet, or the pun name.]

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[redarm]

Tch. He was with Beansprout, or whatever his name is. That's not me.

[He knew who he was, and it wasn't that guy

Timcanpy doesn't reply verbally because he can't talk, but he seems to give a confused look and a shrug with his wings. Honestly, he has no idea how he got here.]

[constellates]

[ . . . . wait hold on this is new - ]

Noah is getting another person's memories...?!

[redarm]

Yeah. It's those hallucinmemo- visions things? I've gotten a couple.

[constellates]

Mm...! [She nods, affirming that.] Me too...

But um. I think that they are still mine? I feel like they are... mine. You do not feel the same?

[redarm]

No.

Even if they feel like they're supposed to be my memories, I know who I am.

[constellates]

[ . . . hm. And she tilts her head, looking between Timcanpy and Noah.]

They are... pазличный? So different?

[redarm]

Hell yeah. I know I was never a fifteen year old cultist with white hair.

[Okay so the cultist is just a guess but man, it sure looked like a cult]

[constellates]

[ . . . . anya can't help but lift one hand to her own hair that turned silver.

Hm.]

Well... Maybe it is not a part of life that you remember? Before now.

[redarm]

...You're saying I just happened to forget my hair turning white and joining a cult?

That doesn't seem like something you fucking forget.

[constellates]

[ . . . she pauses for a moment. and then to prove a point, she speaks in Russian:]

I don't think I'm supposed to have forgotten an entire language either. Or have my own hair silver.

[then switching back to English]

.... we are all remembering things that are odd?

[redarm]

[Unfortunately Noah doesn't speak a word of Russian, so the point goes kinda over his head, but he can guess the gist.]

Sure, but it doesn't mean they're our memories.

I mean think about it. If these visions and changes happening to us are really our true memories, then anything in our lives that contradict them would have to be fake. So all your memories of speaking English? Learning how to read in English? All those conversations you had in English? Fucking fake. They never really happened, if these visions are our memories.

[He shakes his head]

I refuse to believe that. I know who I am. These memories? Maybe it's shit that actually happened, but they aren't fucking mine.

[constellates]

[ . . . . Anya wonders about that. Then she pauses, trying to get her own words in order.]

Even if... they are true, that does not mean that this is fake.

I do not know how to say it like Yuratchka or Davenka. Um... "Alternate universe" are the words they used, I think. Or "past lives". But I do not know why you need to pick.

There are people that I see in those memories that I want to see now.

But I still think that who I have now is important, too.

Bыбор.... is there a choice? Can it not be both?

[redarm]

[There's a pause from him as he thinks over her words. It's not the first time he's heard those theories, but...

Can it not be both?]

How can it be both? If it's an alternate universe, it's not like we got the tech to hop to the next universe and see them. And if it's a past life, well...

[He gives a shrug]

Everyone we're seeing's probably already dead and gone. No seeing them.

[constellates]

[There's a shake of her head.]

There are some people who have friends in their hallucinomemories. Friends who are here.

[So? That should count for something? She can't speak from her own personal experience unfortunately....]

So you do not know who you might get to see.

[redarm]

Tch...

Even if that does happen...not everything ends up happy, Anya.

[constellates]

[There's a sheepish smile at that. Yes. She knows. It may not be apparent based on what she says, but she knows there are unhappy endings.]

Надежды... But if there is not hope for one, that is even sadder.

[redarm]

...Tch, whatever.

[Yeah, he can't really argue with that logic, even if he's not willing to sign up for it yet]

[constellates]

[There's a brief little laugh - more at herself than anything else.

Can't convince everyone... and she's not sure if she wants to.]

Still. You do not think that there might be something that ties you to some people?

[redarm]

[He makes a huff that's strong enough to knock around his bangs a little]

I dunno. I mean I know it can't be a coincidence all of us were chosen. It can't be random.

But ties me to other people? Fuck if I know.

[constellates]

Hmm....

[Anya tilts her head at that.]

I like the idea. Even if I do not know it is true. At least it means that we are not alone.

[redarm]

What? You hate being alone or something?

[constellates]

[Yes.]

... Is that odd?

[doesn't everyone]

[redarm]

I dunno. I don't mind being alone.

[Or rather, he's just super used to it. And pfft what is admitting he gets lonely that's crazy]

[constellates]

[ . . . she can't help it, she smiles sheepishly.]

That sounds... nicer.

[which is her admitting that - well, yes. she doesn't like being alone]

[redarm]

[....]

Is that why you go outta your way to make friends?