[Okay, wow, he wasn't actually expecting any kind of call and certainly not this soon. He's just going to double check the name and--yep. Yep, that is a familiar name.]
Hey, I remember offering. You want to do this face to face or are you feeling a little too shaky for that?
[Sometimes people don't want to be seen when they're rattled, and she sounds pretty rattled in his opinion. Better to leave this one in her hands.]
[Yikes. Even if he couldn't hear her wince, the way she trails off tells him plenty. Toshi sits down; this might end up being the kind of conversation he needs to be comfortable for.]
Vivid bad or just vivid surprising? Seems like people get all kinds these days.
I was...in this tribe? Or something like it. I was a kid. Around six? Terrible haircut. There was a man with me, a really big, intimidating-looking guy. I'd just helped save a boy. I don't know from what.
Then the cast of Braveheart showed up to tell him not to talk to me. Said it was forbidden, that I was "motherless." Which, wow. [A sound like her slamming her hand against something.] They got it in one.
[Another pause.] After that, another kid around my age threw a rock at me. The second time he tried it, I caught the rock.
[He lets out a breath because yeah, that is one wild hallucinomemory right there.
Toshi opts not to touch the motherless part, because if that thud was any indication, the whole motherless thing is kind of a sore spot, and he's not interested in digging at old wounds. Especially not a near stranger's old wounds.]
The big guy, he wasn't your dad? Your actual here dad, I mean.
[The last part of that comes out a little awkwardly. No good way to put it.]
Oh boy. [Wow. Can she hear the sympathy in his voice?] Okay, so...sounds like you got some good news with the maybe uncle...some bad news with the kid and the rock...
...and some really fucking bad news with the hair. Yeah?
[Her laugh is a little stronger, this time.] And yeah. I thought the lopsided pigtails my dad used to give me were bad enough.
[The topic juggling seems to work to kill her bad mood, momentarily, the feelings pushed aside, as always, by curiosity.] Bad hair aside, I must've been a brave kid...wherever this took place. I got the feeling I'd just helped with something big.
Hmmm. Knowing the way these memories usually go, you're probably spot on with that feeling. I wouldn't count on getting all the pieces right away, though. Or in order.
[That seems to be the worst part of all of this. Everyone's memories are so disjointed.]
Whatever's making this happen sure seems to like puzzles. But hey, if you did something special to help before, maybe you'll do it again, yeah?
Great. So not only are the memories triggered out of nowhere, they're disjointed, too. Can't wait for all the headaches that's going to cause.
[Despite her griping, she does seem to be in better spirits than she had been earlier.] It's possible. Without knowing what it was that I did, I can't be sure. I only hope that the next memory that involves it is more useful. And less...jarring.
...Thanks for listening.
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Hey, I remember offering. You want to do this face to face or are you feeling a little too shaky for that?
[Sometimes people don't want to be seen when they're rattled, and she sounds pretty rattled in his opinion. Better to leave this one in her hands.]
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I don't think in person's a great idea right now. Sorry. I'm not really...
[A pause.] It was vivid. [Is what she settles on, finally.]
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Vivid bad or just vivid surprising? Seems like people get all kinds these days.
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[She goes quiet, for a moment.]
I was...in this tribe? Or something like it. I was a kid. Around six? Terrible haircut. There was a man with me, a really big, intimidating-looking guy. I'd just helped save a boy. I don't know from what.
Then the cast of Braveheart showed up to tell him not to talk to me. Said it was forbidden, that I was "motherless." Which, wow. [A sound like her slamming her hand against something.] They got it in one.
[Another pause.] After that, another kid around my age threw a rock at me. The second time he tried it, I caught the rock.
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[He lets out a breath because yeah, that is one wild hallucinomemory right there.
Toshi opts not to touch the motherless part, because if that thud was any indication, the whole motherless thing is kind of a sore spot, and he's not interested in digging at old wounds. Especially not a near stranger's old wounds.]
The big guy, he wasn't your dad? Your actual here dad, I mean.
[The last part of that comes out a little awkwardly. No good way to put it.]
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[...] It was more of a feeling, I guess.
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[Man, it's really hard to know what to say in these situations, after all.]
So. Bad hair, huh. How bad are we talking?
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And ah... [the smallest of chuckles.] pretty bad. We're talking "baby mullet" bad.
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...and some really fucking bad news with the hair. Yeah?
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[Her laugh is a little stronger, this time.] And yeah. I thought the lopsided pigtails my dad used to give me were bad enough.
[The topic juggling seems to work to kill her bad mood, momentarily, the feelings pushed aside, as always, by curiosity.] Bad hair aside, I must've been a brave kid...wherever this took place. I got the feeling I'd just helped with something big.
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[Good, she sounds better to Toshi already. If nothing else, a little less stressed out.]
You happen to get a glimpse of what that was or is it just the hair that stuck out in your memory?
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[Her voice goes thoughtful, distant.] I only got the sense that it was dangerous, and that I had done something special to help.
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[That seems to be the worst part of all of this. Everyone's memories are so disjointed.]
Whatever's making this happen sure seems to like puzzles. But hey, if you did something special to help before, maybe you'll do it again, yeah?
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[Despite her griping, she does seem to be in better spirits than she had been earlier.] It's possible. Without knowing what it was that I did, I can't be sure. I only hope that the next memory that involves it is more useful. And less...jarring.
...Thanks for listening.
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[Especially if she does what Toshi does and stubbornly ignores as many memories as possible-- don't be like him....]
And hey, anytime, okay? We're all in this together, right? We gotta help each other out whenever we can.