(too late) you're at the party

[scouserer]

[Well, it's safe to say that trial fucking sucked. Therefore, some sort of afterparty is in order. Constantine is admittedly not good at throwing parties without some sort of liquor or other drug involved, but that's where Data and Sylvando guide him.

First order of business--invites. Upon returning to your rooms, crumpled pieces of paper have been taped to the doors. Written in poor handwriting is the following:]

meet at the lounge
bring whatever you want
[Simple, but effective. The lounge itself has been livened up a bit with Sylvando's help. Some nicely patterned fabric has been draped around on the tables to liven up the place a little, and snacks from the café and vending machines have been placed out for people to peruse.

A few supplies from the first aid room have been gathered, as well, for those who may need it. But perhaps the help is unnecessary, as tomorrow will likely bring another New Years Eve. And with it, another week of despair and frustration.

But for now, they can forget about that and pretend that all that matters is the present.]

Comments

[queceracera]

Oh, uh. [The glow flickers in and out.] You lost a memory, right? And it was real?

[What a, uh. Weird way to phrase that?]

[ltcommandroid]

...I have no reason to believe it was not.

[look he really just wants to try and figure out some kind of trigger for this glowy thing...]

Why do you ask?

[queceracera]

Uh, so. I don't think the memory I lost was real? I just don't know what that means. There's just two completely different - I remember two completely different things happening.

[The glow's still going in and out, but it does seem to get stronger when Scott's more distressed.]

[ltcommandroid]

[That would seem to...somewhat line up with what happened last week. But then, he has seemed distressed at other times, surely?]

Were they both taken from you this past week? Or did you remember one, and then regain another?

[queceracera]

I think -

[He hesitates, the glow mildly distracting although he doesn't seem to notice.]

- I lost a fake memory and the real one filled in the gaps. I don't know if the Captain realized it was a fake memory.

[ltcommandroid]

...curious. In that case, perhaps he inadvertently did you a favor.

[queceracera]

Yeah, it's just - why would I have fake memories?

[He's a normal person!! What purpose do fake memories serve!!]

And why would those memories be so .... weird.

[ltcommandroid]

I could not say. That does seem unlikely, for the time and world you have described.

[Even though like, some of the shit you say is weird]

You are not familiar with anything that could do that?

[queceracera]

No, well I mean. If you told me that vegans can brainwash you and stuff, I wouldn't be surprised. [A beat.] And Wallace's boyfriend is a psychic, so I guess he might be able to? But I haven't met any vegans lately that want to kill me and Mobile doesn't have any reason to brainwash me.

[The glow's died down as Scott rambles on.]

[ltcommandroid]

...on the other hand, perhaps it is entirely possible.

[what the fuck, man

Also...well, Data wants to know about the glowing head thing, but it also seems related to Scott's distress, and it would be cruel to purposefully upset him. Especially here, especially today.]

Perhaps you should consider the motive. Is there anyone who could stand to gain from implanting that specific false memory?

[queceracera]

[Hilariously, Scott's false memories are explicitly just for shits and giggles.]

Not really? I mean, it's - in the original, I'm kind of an asshole, but in the fake memory I'm a hero so I guess in a wider sense I'm a better person but that doesn't really. Chloe said I'm supposed to do hard stuff and admit I was an asshole.

[ltcommandroid]

...that is usually best.

[okay this is just weird]