Tenth Unused Utility Belt | Video

[hellofist]

People keep showing up, with memories... that don't match up. Happening a lot, lately. Guess it happens... all the time, but... seems like more, now.

[Cass stops a second, not looking into the feed but at something past the comm, jaw clenching and relaxing as she thinks.]

Know I did... something. Or... something happened, to me. Made me... someone people don't like? Or are scared of. Don't know.

[It's a little terrifying, to talk to Tim and see him be relieved she's not whatever she becomes in his future.]

I guess, want advice. Want to know... if you did something... bad, or wrong, would you... want to know? Want someone... to tell you, so you could stop? Or just... let it happen, hope you... do right things?

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[routemistress]

[And that gets Iris where it hurts, because she knows; she really does.]

...I met me own future self, you know. Me possible future self. She called 'erself Bianca an' she 'ad a cabaret. She were a dreadful woman. Ready to run over everything in 'er path to make things fit with 'er crackpot vision of universal 'armony.

[You don't often see Iris not smiling, but remembering this will do it every time; part of her still squirms in shame at Bianca's egomania, her self-absorbed narcissism, her undentable certainty of rightness, because Iris knows intimately how she came by it.]

She tried to kill me 'erself twice, and then she tried to get ...a friend of mine [and by that she means a man she's loved hopelessly for centuries] to shoot me. 'E nearly did an' all. But I'm 'ere an' she's not, petal. No, I didn't kill 'er, no one did - she faded away. Unhappened. Long as I remember who she were, I can keep 'er unhappened, too.