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[originallutece]

Rosalind Lutece

Doctor of physics, professor at Recollé University.

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7/11

[voideity]

[ some time on the 11th rosalind will get a text message through retrospec from some stranger. ]

hello hi
so are you or like someone you know missing a book
or like half a book some of the pages are blank

[ attached is a picture of the principles of quantum mechanics by rosalind lutece ]

^ that book
which is where i got ur name ftr
i figure its yours or someone from your uh past life whatever the heck were callin them now
anyways lmk

[originallutece]

Where on earth did you get that?

Yes, it's mine, I've spent the entire morning looking for it.

[This isn't Roxy's fault, but good god, she's torn up her entire apartment trying to find it.]

[voideity]

it just like
showed up?
like yknow how retro stuff sometimes just APPEARS
like that except i was a solid 99% sure this wasnt mine
like didnt really fit in so

but i can bring it to you or whatever?

[originallutece]

As soon as possible, please. Are you anywhere near the university? I'm in the physics building, office 308.

[She'll be more grateful later, probably.]

[voideity]

dude youre in luck im at the university right the heck now

[ and with no more than that, about five minutes later there will be a knock on office 308's door. ]

[originallutece]

[She blinks, taken aback just a moment by both the swiftness with which Roxy arrived and the pink eyes-- but then Rosalind is standing, nodding slightly in greeting.]

Dr. Lutece. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.

[voideity]

Roxy Lalonde, and the pleasure is all mine, doc.

[ winks, fingerguns. then she pulls out the book from her crossbody bag, presenting it. ]

Interestin' read, gotta say. I mean, I understood nothing of it, but interesting anyway?

[originallutece]

Frankly, I'd prefer if it was filled. Have you ever taken a quantum physics class? It's quite fascinating, though I think the name tends to scare people off.

[Ah, and there it is, her beloved book. Rosalind takes it gratefully, flashing Roxy the slightest of smiles.]

[voideity]

Well, it is a super scary name. I'm just a mere computer science major, don't know much about physicing any quantums. [ she's joking she probably knows what it is. ] But maybe I'll see if I can fit one in next semester.

[ a small pause. ]

Buuuut on a totally related note, are you... missing any memories like you were missin' your book? Sayyyy like, getting called a whore, maybe? Like a memory of being called a whore. Just curious.

[originallutece]

. . . I beg your pardon.

[voideity]

Uh, lemme rephrase that. I got like, this memory of.... being called a whore by some lady but it didn't, like, feel like me? And like doesn't necessarily fit with all the other dumb memories I have. So, I was wonderin' if it was like your book and...

[ vague gesturing between them. ]

Not sayin' that anyone would call you a whore, I mean someone's way more likely to call me a whore TBH, but, like.

[originallutece]

Stop. Stop saying the word, please, I believe you.

[And, strangely enough, she does. There's no malice in Roxy's gaze or tone, and besides which . . . she's gotten a memory of her own that hasn't fit in, lately. A strange one, one that she'd quietly puzzled over this past month.]

. . . I don't recall that, no. But there are a fair few gaps in my memories, and heaven knows people have used sexual terms to insult me before.

[A beat, and then:]

. . . did you ever see a cat in your memories?

[voideity]

Shit, sorry.

[ wait should she say shit, either. is it cursing in general or just the word whore. oh well whatever. ]

A... cat? Uh. [ she has seen like 250ish cats in at least one memory so um ] Yeah, I've seen a cat or two. Black with four eyes, 'cause all my memories are weird. Though I guess everyone's memories are weird?

[originallutece]

No, it . . . it didn't have eyes, I think. It was white.

[It also looked a bit strange for a cat (beyond the whole no-eyes thing), but that's the closest approximation Ros can come up with.]

It had on a rather stupid hat, too.

[voideity]

Ok that doesn't sound familiar but also sounds like, not super implausible?

[ she has put stupid hats on her own cats in recolle, she knows she's that type of loser. whereas rosalind looks... less likely to be hanging out with a stupid hat wearing cat. ]

So. Like. If we're thinkin' that we got memories switched around or somethin', we should uh... fix that? Do we like, call Retrospec's customer service and complain?

[originallutece]

I doubt they'd listen.

[Hm. Rosalind drums her fingers on her desk, frowning slightly as she tries to think.]

Let's try this: we'll tell each other the memory in as much detail as possible. Not just a description, but as much of what we said and thought and felt as possible. Perhaps we'll trigger it in one another.

[voideity]

That's true, their service is the worst.

[ roxy quirks her side to the month, thinking about that. ]

I dunno, that sounds kind of like. Too easy or like too logical. Have those blue-logo'd dicks ever done things logically? What if it's more like... did you ever see Freaky Friday? The Lindsay Lohan version, I mean.

[originallutece]

No.

. . . it can't possibly cover this situation.

[voideity]

I mean. I don't know about you, but I think I may have eaten a, uh, blue fortune cookie when I got the uh memory of... something about sexual interest in a prophet? Who was sterile?? And there was a bastard child??

[ roxy has spent Too Long thinking about how this fits in with cats, pumpkins, acid and other shit and coming up very empty obviously. ]

And, like, fortune cookies. Freaky Friday. I dunno, man.

[originallutece]

[Well, she had encountered such a cookie . . . ]

Then what do you suggest we do?

[voideity]

Uhhhh... Hug it out?

[ she is like a solid 30% sure that's how freaky friday ends. she may be misremembering it but it sounds logical?? ]

[originallutece]

[She doesn't . . . want to hug anyone . . . it's honestly nothing to do with Roxy, if that's any comfort in the face of her slight grimace.]

Let's try a handshake first, hm?

[voideity]

[ roxy gets it, not everyone is cool with hugging complete strangers (or even people they know). ]

That... might make more sense, yeah. Shake on it?

[ and she will present her hand semi-awkwardly. she is actually better at hugs than handshakes, because she is a fake adult. ]

[originallutece]

[Rosalind hesitates for just a moment before taking Roxy's hand. And it's--

She's rather disappointed later that there's nothing to it. No bang, no sparks, no noise or light (not even a miniature earthquake, like, even Lindsay Lohan got that). It's just a feeling, sudden and quiet, of a memory settling into place. Like finally slotting the final puzzle piece into place; Rosalind sighs, her eyes opening.]

I see.

[voideity]

[ an earthquake would have been way cooler, but this is fine. and the memory makes more sense than rosalind's had. a white cat in a party hat. the word motherfuck said by her own voice. it's dumb and all is right with the world. ]

Ok, I guess that worked.

[ roxy will release rosalind's hand with a polite shake. ]

And no one had to even almost marry their mother's bf.