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[ The video feed clicks on. An obviously tired, pencil-thin young woman - eighteen at the oldest, probably younger - is fiddling with the device, trying every possible button at speeds far quicker than her obviously-exhausted-state should probably allow. Her green hair is let down, going well past her shoulders (but contained there with a small rubber band).

She notices the feed running. She raises a single eyebrow after three or four seconds - and after a few expertly placed clicks, the feed ends. ]

[ After a few moments, text appears on the screen. ]

Is anyone in this facility familiar with any of the following terms?

-The Holy Empire of Britannia
-Areas 1-18
-The Black Knights

Please respond as soon as possible.


Thank you.

A miss Lightning thought up an interesting and useful idea. Allow me to follow your example, miss, and ask my fellow patients:

What is your level of education?

Training? If so, formal or informal, and your approximate skill levels. What is your occupation?

Is there any way in particular that you stand out from your peers? Be it status, skill, or even appearance.


I'll start off. I am Damien Airy, male, and twenty-five years old. I was a student in university before I found myself here-- an art student looking to eventually become a professor.

Please be honest if you decide to answer; it does no one any good to have false information.

[ ooc: Ribbons' replies are all text, even if I forget to title them as such. ]

Who: Fletcher, you!
Where: Gardens
When: Noon-ish?
What: Sad nine-year-old

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So that entire thing was a dream? [A small, but weak chuckle is heard.]

Who woulda thought. It all felt too real that I guess-- [He cuts himself off for a brief moment before he sighed.]

I guess I just wanted it all ta be real.

Isn't this the best day ever?

It's hard to believe that everything was just a dream. [Lelouch, Nunnally, Euphie.... Some of the most important people in his life -or what he thought was his life- and they're all supposed to be a dream? And everything he felt. So many important things that he went through and all to find out name of it was true? It's a lot more than hard to believe, but how can he argue against the doctors and nurses whose jobs to handle things like that. 

He's not all upset by the whole thing though. That also means his worst memories were dreams too. He didn't kill his father, he didn't kill Lelouch, and he didn't set off a bomb that killed millions of people. Those were all comforting thoughts that made the tiniest hint of a smile appear on his face.]

[When he speaks again his voice is stern, though not quite angry and he is using a softer, quieter tone. Dream or not his last memory is of killing Lelouch and that's got him a little shaken up.] It's almost comforting, though. There's a lot that shouldn't have happened in my dream.