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[notyourutopian]

Eleanor Lamb

Hello you've reached Eleanor Lamb's voicemail. I'd explain what's next but I can't imagine you don't know what to do at the beep.

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[burningblossoms]

I guess.
But you know me better than most.

So what do you think it is?
Did we get memories erased like in a movie?

[notyourutopian]

Eh, I bet lots of people see beyond your uh...shell.

That felt weird to say.

No clue.
I mean, even if they were somehow erased memories...you've never been to Japan.

And I was in England when I was that age, not...some strange metal room.

[burningblossoms]

You make me sound like a hermit crab.

And yes I have? I was born there. I moved to America when I was six.
I just haven't been there in twelve years.

Maybe the metal room was in England?

[notyourutopian]

New halloween costume?

Oh I knew that. I did know that. Ugh.

Maybe.
But I...I don't know. I'd remember it.
I don't know

[burningblossoms]

Nah, I'm going as a supervillain this year.

I dunno, but you know what? Even though my phone totally messed up, I was gonna text you with a thought.

Souji and I were talking the other day, and we kept coming back to this idea that something's up. Like, something weird. And we decided we were gonna make something like a mystery solving club. So we can keep sharing information with each other, like these memories.

You in?

[notyourutopian]

...I can see that.

[What?]

A...mystery club?
I mean, sure, okay.
I was already pretty much doing that anyway with you and some other people.

This'd just be an excuse to have a club house or get together while we do it, huh?

[burningblossoms]

Pretty much.

Souji and I went and took a case for a missing dog the other day and it inspired us.
Figured it'd be a good excuse to request a room after school or get a reserved room at the library to hang out.

Who else have you been mystery hunting with?

[notyourutopian]

The girl I got trapped in the retrospec building with, Chloe.
They've been doing a bit of a number on her.

But hey, I'm in.
Why not

[burningblossoms]

Great. That’s great!

I knew you would be, but you know, figured I’d make sure.



Once we know more about how we’re going to work things I’ll be in touch.

…or if my phone decides to text you again…

[notyourutopian]

So who else are you recruiting?
And do we get a van?

[burningblossoms]

So far, you. Me. The twins. Yosuke. And that's it so far as I'm aware.

And I already have a van. So yes?

[notyourutopian]

Poor Yosuke.

I mean a van specific for mysteries.
A Mystery Van.

We'll have to paint it.

[burningblossoms]

Well maybe poor Yosuke.

You guys will have to help me pay for that. I mean, it's not like my van is great or anything, since it's just a way for me to learn, but...yeah that's expensive.

But that's a good idea.

[notyourutopian]

He does tend to put his foot into his mouth.

Well we could just get a big decal to spray on the side.

[burningblossoms]

True! But what should it say?

[notyourutopian]

Hmmmmmmm

We probably need to name the club before we pick the decal

[burningblossoms]

Which means a vote when we have everything set.

Good call.

[notyourutopian]

And everyone will have to time to think about it.
We don't want it to be awful.

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[true_noir]

Eleanor, it would appear that it has happened again. I now have context of why I was given the fork, though I admit that it does little to ease my mind.

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[notyourutopian]

What happened?

[true_noir]

Another vision. I was visiting with a friend when the power went out, and it came to me. A tea party under the moonlight with two very tense girls. The cloak again. One of them pulled a gun on me, though I wasn't afraid the whole time.

What was most disturbing, Eleanor, wasn't what I saw or what happened, it was what I knew. I remember knowing things that someone shouldn't know, being sure of them, and proven right. I knew the gun was a Walther, but if you set three guns down in front of me, I could never tell them apart before yesterday. A gun is a gun, but I know what a Walther looks like now.

[notyourutopian]

That sounds like me and building that machine.
Albeit a lot scarier...

Could you tell three guns apart now, or just the Walther?

[true_noir]

No, not quite so much. I remember what their two guns look like, intimately. It's like part of knowing them was knowing their gun, and they always used the same one. The other girl preferred a Beretta. I remember that, but I couldn't tell you more.

It's like remembering that I knew a thing, but having no context to fit it in. Names keep cropping up, the same ones. Like watching some other woman's life, who looks exactly like me. Some days, I'm terrified, some days fascinated.

[notyourutopian]

Hm.
It's like we only receive a snippet of what we should know, if we were really seeing something.

Have you ever heard the name Grace Holloway?

[true_noir]

I have not. I take it that this is name from your visions, much as Altena was one from my own? I will look into this name, if you like, to see if I can find anything.