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[hellofist]

[She knows that it's a cruel trick to do this now, in the middle of the night in the middle of a flood where people may or may not have their original memories. Everyone is too busy dealing with their own things, and so that's why she does this now.

It's underhanded, but it's happening. She's broadcasting from inside her room, a cramped, run down little thing with cracked plaster and a beaten up dresser and a bed and nothing else. She sits on the bed, cup of tea balanced in her lap, and tries not to think about what she's saying as she says it.]

Figured, should... do this, officially. My name is Cassandra Cain. I was here, before. As a warden.

[Still hurts to admit that, but she charges on through as best she can.]

I'm not anymore. Don't remember everything, just that... I was here. Some things came back, memories of... some people. Some places. Mostly, it's new.

That's all. [Except maybe she'll inject something in there to make it seem like she's trying.] Good luck, with new bodies. Shouldn't last long, don't worry.

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[exnihilo]

I don't remember a lot of things either.

From home, not here, but. It's lousy.

[There's a looseness to her, an honesty that comes not of being a forthright person, but from having so little sense of self that she mostly says whatever comes to her in the moment; what comes in this moment is a lurching attempt at sympathy, something like commiseration.]

I'm Mira.

[indispensible]

Vin. [All there is by way of an introduction until, as an afterthought but an important one:] Venture

What happened to your room? [And in this there's blunt, clumsy, honest concern, wielded like a tool she doesn't have much experience using.]

[nightmaring]

You took your time.

[He has a trillion conflicting feelings, but most of them boil down to missing her. That's not fair: he shouldn't miss someone that Merlin had. He should never have cared. It wasn't fair that she cared so much.

He's angry, annoyed, but he's glad, too, and despite himself, that keeps winning out.]

[bodilesswarrior]

Doesn't feel new, for me. [His voice is soft, and his gaze is tender, and if his body shouts father rather than mother, it's not such a big difference.]

...Is your room okay? We can change it, if you want. [Or you could stay with me, he doesn't say.]

[imfollowinghim]

How much stuff is coming back? [She's got other things she kinda wants to say too - like that she's sorry she's here as an inmate after being here as a warden, for one, but that doesn't seem like a nice thing to rub in, or bring up - but this is kind of important to her, too. She was here before, and her memories are all shot to hell.]

[myresponsibility]

Cass? What happened? [Says the unfamiliar gangly teenage girl who's body language says hey I know you.]

[pvtparts]

Seems to be a lot of people are returning not exactly as they used to be.

[Not that it makes that much of a difference to Polly. Warden and inmate are just labels as far as she's concerned and while they have some weight, there's not necessarily a whole lot of meaning to them. Even less for a stranger. Polly will judge someone's character for herself, not by what the Admiral insinuates.]

I'm Sergeant Polly Perks.

[strangehistorian]

Welcome back! Would you like to see the newcomer pamphlet?

[She hasn't offered it to anyone since she came back but she figures for an old warden she can make an exception.]