just flooding this comm with idol boys

[lecturehall]

I'm sure others have tried it on here so forgive me for asking again but... is there a way to permanently discard what we've been sent?

I tried to throw away some clothes but they keep returning. There's also something that was fixed perfectly when it should have remained shattered. (Though that, at least, was an accident.)

[It wasn't an accident at all.]

It's no urgent matter [it really is] just something I'm curious about. I can't imagine being stuck with objects I can never be rid of.

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[originallutece]

[oh fuck she's leveled up]

Fair enough. Though I'm curious now as to why it is a piece of clothing might worry others.

[She's not stupid, she can think of plenty of reasons how that might come about, but she's not going to guess.]

Can I assume one of those people is Sena?

perma private;

[lecturehall]

I'm really that obvious...

Yes. He told me something last night and I
Well, I remembered what type of person I may have been, I suppose. I learned I don't want to be him. So, in order to do that, I have to give up what was his.

The problem is Sena and a few others have seen the clothing. And Sena's seen.. another object. One I actually think he likes, which is ridiculous. The outfits I can pass off somehow, I'm sure, but the CD would be harder...

I'm sorry, professor. I'm rambling. It's a bad habit.

[originallutece]

I'd prefer rambling over cryptic and unhelpful answers, so well done.

[But this is interesting. Sena had been convinced he was a terrible person because of his memories; now this one is too. Then again, she considers, they've all had rather horrific flashbacks; it's not as if she's exempt from that harsh critique herself.]

An outfit I can understand (and I stills suggest a trunk; it wouldn't be gone, but at least out of sight); but how does a CD play into this?

[lecturehall]

(A trunk probably would be the most feasible and logical; thanks.)

The CD is me. Or, him. The other me. Him and two other people.
I'm sorry, professor, this is going to sound ridiculous.
I think I was an idol.

[originallutece]

[. . .]

Sorry, like a singer?

[lecturehall]

Yes.

[don't make him repeat it HE KNOWS THIS SOUNDS STUPID ROS]

[originallutece]

What traits did he have that you don't desire?

[lecturehall]

I think he hurt people. Willingly.

[originallutece]

Physically, emotionally or both?

[lecturehall]

I don't know. I don't know any of the details, just that there was some great horrible conflict. Something bad enough to be called "the idol war" as ridiculous as that sounds.

I'm not trying to be cryptic, professor. I just
i don't understand

[originallutece]

Believe me, I quite understand.

It may help to lay each memory you received out, one by one. Glean as many details out of them as you can. Though I appreciate that might not help definitively solve any mysteries.

. . . and though I realize you might not want to hear this, I think you oughtn't try and get rid of those things Retrospec gifted you.

[lecturehall]

why?

[originallutece]

Because running from them won't change anything. It won't change who you were, and it won't help solve your fears and anxieties. All it will do is keeping out of sight and mind, and while that may bring temporary relief, even that won't last.

Keep them. Study them. Understand them, and in that way, perhaps you can understand your other self-- and how to avoid becoming them.

[lecturehall]

[there's a few minutes before he answers]

You should really require students take your class before giving such wise advice.

[originallutece]

[Oh, well, isn't that charming? She's honestly a little touched by that, because there's no better way to endear yourself to her than with praise.]

I suppose we'll simply have to make up for it next semester, hm?

[lecturehall]

Only if you guarantee me a spot.

Thank you, Professor Lutece.