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[It has been a very interesting two months for Aya thus far. The young not-so-Artificial Intelligence has already learned so much. About Keelai. About the multiverse. About her fellow Foreign "visitors" and, perhaps most importantly, about herself. And how little she actually knows about herself, and the circumstances surrounding her apparent unique creation.]

[Which is what brings her to the Network for a third time. Her eyes are shining with their usual curiosity, although this time, they are enhanced by a certain...hesitation behind them. An uncertainty that emphasizes her surprisingly (and deceptively) young age.]

There is something I am curious about. As your localized Network System appears to be the best place to make such public inquiries, I have chosen to make mine here as well.

[Somehow, when she preempts with this rather innocent statement, it sounds like she's apologizing for wasting everyone's time. Despite the importance to her, personally.]

I have had several conversations regarding...memories. In particular, those that people are able to access, and those they are not. It has been drawn to my attention that, upon departing from this world, any and all memories of this place are to be deleted from one's memory banks without fail. [She is not okay with this, of course, and yet this is still not the main focus of her post.] It has also been drawn to my attention that there are certain memories in which the majority of organic beings are capable of retaining as well as forgetting.

I was programmed to never forget. And yet...I have been made aware that there are certain events which must have occurred in my life that I cannot remember. I find this both curious and disconcerting. Which is why I must ask:

Is it common for one to possess no memories of the circumstances surrounding one's birth?

More so, I am also curious as to precisely what kinds of memories everyone appears to retain best.

[[PRIVATE MESSAGE - TONY STARK (MCU)]]

[Shortly after her more public message, one in a drastically different change of tone will appear on Tony's screen. For either him or JARVIS to encounter first]

I have completed the designs of the sweaters--[here, a small image of said sweater will appear on his screen for visual]-- you requested for the office. Pending your approval, and a total count of sweaters necessary, I shall proceed to create one for each member of the company.

wintershepherd

I know it's a long shot but if anyone sees a large groundhog with a hat and a vest out today, tell him thank you for me!

[ Someone's pretty gleeful that today's weather is bright! Casting shadows everywhere! Six more weeks of winter for him! ]

jirk

[Just another day in the life of Jim Kirk. He has a cup of coffee off to one side, and he's dressed in his command golds. He's not big on the network, but hey. Somebody's gotta get their hands dirty.]

Bryn Zethir is gone. She left me in charge of the Brazen Turtle, so if her employees could touch base with me so we can work out where to go from here, that'd be appreciated. Everybody else, first drink's on the house.

[A slight pause, and then he wets his lips.]

And for those of you that knew her, The Archive has returned home as well.

[That seems more like a footnote, tacked on in as casual a way as possible, but anyone who knows him knows the deflection's just an act.]

necrokinetic

[ there is a scrawny, shaggy-haired teen on the screen. he does not look particularly impressed to be on the screen. his hands are shoved into the pockets of his jacket and one might wonder if that slight frown is a permanent fixture of his face. ]

What happens to the dead here?

[ out of everything, it's his most pressing question about this place. sure he's had it up to here with being unwillingly trapped anywhere, he's down a 40 ft statue, and there's a million other questions rapidly milling about in his head, but the most concerning thing right now is that lack of a certain presence — one that's almost become a staple in his life. try as he might, he can't seem to sense the underworld, which being a son of hades, is reason enough to worry. (plus there's a distinct lack in his ability to just shadow travel out of here, which he suspects might tie into the whole thing).

making a post hadn't been his first option, but since finding his suite hadn't exactly brought any new information, he'd turned to the console as a resort. ]

I need someone who can answer other questions too. Real answers. [ none of that half-answered, roundabout, dodging of the kedan. preferably the same person who brought him here, but he'll wait to see if that's going to happen as easily as he hopes. ]

washitaway

[Today, Booker is sitting back a ways from the console, and the reason for this becomes apparent very quickly - he’s holding a gorgeous custom guitar, which was a Christmas gift from Elizabeth. He holds it almost as though he’s worried it’ll disappear if he looks at it too much or misuses it in the slightest. It is easily the nicest guitar he’s ever had the pleasure of playing, and his big hands are almost reverential as he tunes it.

He also, it must be admitted, looks a little uncomfortable - he’s not used to doing this for an audience. He doesn’t play for people - he plays for himself, mostly, when he can and when he feels like it. Performing isn’t something that comes naturally to him. But, as usual, he’s being compelled to do it by a small, pretty girl with big blue eyes.]

So, Elizabeth wants to sing for you all. As a happy New Year, maybe. [His eyes slide to the girl in question, because this was her idea, so she can talk now.]

[Elizabeth, on the other hand, raises an eyebrow at Booker. What a great way to put that, Booker. Really. We all know what this is really about. And she’s going to tell the turtle.] I mostly just wanted Booker to play- he’s amazing, even if he won’t admit it. [haha! Take that!]

[Booker grimaces a little.] I am not, don’t go makin’ claims like that and getting everyone’s expectations up. [Still, he strums a chord, making sure it’s all ready to go.] Let’s just do this.

[Booker gets another look from Elizabeth, a small dart of her eyes, before she looks at the screen. Let them be the judge of that, she’s all but saying out loud. All the same, she says nothing else out loud, but instead, she turns away from the console. From there, it’s easier to focus on the man across from her, and not get what she would probably equate to stage fright. With a smile, Elizabeth nods, starting to sing as he plays.]
I'll take you home again, Kathleen
Across the ocean wild and wide
To where your heart has ever been
Since you were first my bonnie bride.

[The song ends, and Booker looks to Elizabeth - he likes her singing, but he wants to cut the feed now. Please, Liz?] Uh, thanks for listening.

[Yes, they can cut the feed now, Booker. With a smile, and something soft and bright in her eyes, Elizabeth reaches forward and presses the ‘off’ button.]

[ooc: let us know who you wanna talk to in the tags <3]

imaginate

[ Calm, faintly amused: ]

I’m looking for someone who can teach Aya to have fun.

But, Honor Guard Rayner, I am well aware of the definition of ‘having fun’. Green Lantern Hal Jordan has informed me repeatedly in the time we spent traveling together.

[ A pause. He taps his fingers on the desk. ]

Theory is different from practice, Aya. [ A beat. ] And Hal has a really... weird definition.

...I am inclined to agree, yes. Very well. I am not adverse to experimenting with new ideas.

… Right. Anyway. [ Louder, addressing the console: ] If you’d like payment, money’s of no object. It’ll be a few weeks at most.

dow

Recently, I bought a personal item from one of the auctions in Markutte. In light of recent network posts of a festive Terran nature and having been exposed to Christmas before with far more ceremony, purely out of deference for a family member, I am aware that giving is very much in the spirit of the season. As purchasing gifts for a wide range of individuals would be a waste of resources and time which I must covet for my scientific studies, I am instead inclined to use the instrument in my possession.

It is a Vulcan harp.

[ Instruments, literal instrument ... Get it? ~~Whatever, his attempts at humor are golden.~~ Straight-faced, Spock leans back in his chair and settles it against his right shoulder, beginning to play. His left hand is bandaged, but he pays it no mind; after the post, green blood will have bitten through and the wraps will need changing.

Firstly, Brahms Intermezzo is played to invest people in the music he studied intently during his recreational time as a child. Shortly after that lulls to a close, you might think this stuffy Vulcan has nothing more interesting to offer but, son, you would be wrong. Music is mathematics, after all, and Spock adjusts the knobs on the instrument to alter the octaves and sounds to more of a guitar-quality. That's when he delves into an improvised piece still kicking around his memory, composed long before he set foot on the Enterprise. His final performance is a gentle carol he is very familiar with, for his own personal reasons, and he doesn't rush it into the previous natural rhythm in the slightest, almost playing for someone ... who has expressed their preferences on the matter before. (Perhaps the family member he mentioned at the start, for attentive listeners.)

The song is Silent Night. ]

( OOC: Vulcan harps/lyres are ridiculous, but these are the sound ranges, for reference. )

superieure

[ Monet is seated, one leg crossed over the other, arms folded, lips curled into a smile, immaculately dressed as always, regarding the camera with a critical eye. In front of her is a chessboard, all set out for a game. She’s chosen black, so white faces the viewer. ]

I require an opponent.

washitaway

[Booker's looking a little awkward today - probably because instead of questions or demands, he's just got...well, maybe an announcement to make? Either way, he's just more aware of the fact that this network thing is a pretty public platform and Booker DeWitt? Is no public speaker.

So he clears his throat.]

So, uh. Some of you've been saying you're in need of food? And we've got an abundance of it here. Elizabeth's doing her best to feed me up, I guess, and I can't eat all of it myself. I'm out and about making deliveries most every day as it is, I can always bring some leftovers around with me too.

[He scratches the back of his neck, then glances off to the side and holds up a bright red knitted scarf.]

We may have a number of these, soon, too. [His look is rather confused, like 'is this normal?' Or possibly, 'help me!' And then he turns the feed off.]

asouthron

[ ENCRYPTED 20% to FLEET BROS and CLOSE CR ]

Alright, well, since I have my own juulan now, we're doin' Thanksgiving. So what do y'all want? Obviously, it won't be the same--It can't be, but I'll do my damn best to make it worthwhile. [ And make his Georgian mama proud. ]

So, the sooner you tell me, the sooner I can prepare. Don't make me hafta wait 'til the last second to put this together! If you forget, it ain't gonna be there. Remember that!

And don't bother requestin' drinks. I've got that side of things covered.

McCoy out.

((ooc: You are more than welcome to hack his pathetically encrypted message. He's a doctor, not an IT guy! ))

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