(Network) awake from blood-thick dreams

[hooliganstatus]

I'm seeing a lot of people apologizing for what they did while we were in the city.

What if what you suddenly feel guilty about is older than that? If no one is here to apologize to?

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[stitch_witch]

Of course. I am currently in one of the rooms in the place labeled as 'civics center' on the map. It is a lovely room four floors up, on the west side of the building. I am watching the sun.

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[hooliganstatus]

I'll be there soon.

[it doesn't take her long to navigate her way across the map from the abandoned salon she's chosen as her home ground. she doesn't even need to climb or swing on any outcroppings, finding most of the paths unobstructed at the heart of the city. the civics center piques her interest, and she makes a mental note to come back and explore it more thoroughly later. when she sees the familiar silhouette by the window, she can't help but smile]

Hello, Lark.

[stitch_witch]

[Lark opens her eyes from meditating and looks to Aeon. She offers a wide, warm smile before rising to her feet.]

Aeon. Hello.

[hooliganstatus]

It's good to see you. ... You must feel a little better, being back here.

[she moves to greet her with a sheepish smile]

I'm sorry I didn't remember you.

[stitch_witch]

I am not certain I feel better here or there. But the reduced amount of things I don't understand is a touch more agreeable.

[Doesn't remember her? Lark offers a sad frown before offering her hand out.]

I am Dedicate Initiate Lark. You may have saved my life.