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Who: Ryoko and you!
Where: The Gardens
When: October 15th
Rating: PG
Summary: Ryoko exploring the gardens!
The Story:

Today, Ryoko can be found outside, strolling around the gardens with her notebook open, writing down her observations and notes about it. She thinks she should have had notes on this place, but there's nothing in her book. There's some notes about a flood during a prior event, so maybe they were lost then?

Or maybe she never wrote anything down beyond that the gardens existed. Most of her notes about Wonderland's geography pertain to inside the mansion, so she must've thought this place wasn't important. It had nothing to do with her.

But she did write that she was going to try and not write things off as having nothing to do with her as often as she used to, and yes the note's old, but since she noticed it again today, she's trying to correct what was probably an oversight on her part.

So she'll be spending most of her day out here, this way when she forgets about this place again, she'll at least have her notes to fall back on if she decides to visit this part of the grounds again.

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“Tim?”

She doesn't remember, but since she has a name, it should be easy enough to check. Let's see, friends from home, friends from Wonderland. Here we go, there's Tim.

“Oh, sorry I forgot, but you're in here too. Thanks for telling me to check, otherwise I would've had no idea.”

"It's fine." God, but he should get better at the whole conversational smile thing. It's probably way less off-putting if he could fucking interact with people like a normal person. Pity he's a far fucking cry from normal, huh?

Maybe he's in good company there.

"Just...guess I should've checked in sooner."

“Why?”

She's still confused, turning the pages, checking to see why he'd say something like that. There's nothing listed on his entry about checking in, so she'll keep looking. And she's not finding anything. Which doesn't mean there isn't anything, just that it might be in the main notebook in her room.

“Was there something you were supposed to tell me about? Because if so, I think I forgot to write it in here.”

"Not really in particular. Just - I dunno. I've got some memory problems too, is the thing."

Did he forget to remind her to write that down? Did she not figure it worth writing down at all? Maybe it's just not so special. Everyone here has memory problems to a certain extent - you just learn to have them, when you're here for long enough. Or maybe she knew better than to accept that kind of seeming generosity from a stranger.

“You do?”

She's checking to see if that's in here, and it looks like that's one of the things that hasn't made it over to her new notebook. So she'll make a note of it now before she forgets. And since he said he has memory issues, it does raise a question for Ryoko, even though she's guessing the answer is probably no.

“Do you have a notebook too?”

"Kinda. I've got a buddy with a camera." Friend might be too presumptuous, even if Jay isn't here to correct him on that, or shuffle awkwardly around the subject and pretend it isn't there. He's honestly not sure which would be more likely, nor is he spectacularly eager to find out.

"It's...retrograde. Mostly. Not trouble making new ones."

“I think I had a friend suggest using a camera.”

Minato'd mentioned it earlier and she'd happened to write it down. Of course, she's forgotten that he'd actually mentioned it before and she'd gotten one from the closets, but that tends to be what happened with her.

“Does it help? I know retrograde amnesia is different from anterograde, which is similar to what I have, but...”

But it's nice to know there are things that can help. That's the part she doesn't quite say.

"Kinda." He won't instill a sense of false hope where it isn't owed, or where it shouldn't exist. Even if she forgets it later, it's just a plain shitty thing to do, and he'd like to think that he's not so terrible that he'd inflict that kind of thing on her out of pity. "I dunno. It's a little like seeing a ghost, sometimes."

The only reason he can say this at all is because he knows, understands, to some extent - that she gets it. Because she would. The strangeness of seeing things being done and said by someone who was you but wasn't.

“A ghost?”

She's a little confused by that one too. But she'll think about it for a little while, and it makes sense. Sort of.

“Because you don't remember doing it. So it's like watching someone else who looks like you doing things. Or if it's a recording, it's like watching actors who look like you going through the motions of being you.”

She gets it, she thinks. And she can see how weird it could be.

“It'd be like reading my notebook and getting the feeling that I was reading a story about me instead of things I'd written down. At least I think that's the closest comparison.”

And right after saying that, she stops abruptly looking embarrassed.

“Um, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go on like that. I don't remember if I've said this before but my notebook says I'm the Super High School Analyst, and I guess I must've stumbled across that page and my talent kind of got a mind of its own.”

Yeah. He figured she'd get it. The analogy isn't perfect across both mediums, but it gets to a point well enough. Like watching someone who is, and isn't you. It's like watching someone long-dead, scripting words with no knowledge of what might happen, of the fact that they'll never remember that precise moment the same way.

One corner of his mouth lifts faintly in something approaching a smile. As close as it gets with him.

"Don't worry about it. It's...I said I'd always be around if you wanted to talk about it." Even if she didn't write it down, even if she doesn't remember now - he meant it.

"Let me write that down. I'll forget again, but this way I have it in this notebook too."

If there's people willing to listen, then that's something really important. She might not entirely remember, but she didn't have very many people like that back home. So the more of them in Wonderland, the better.

"There we go. Um. I'll probably put it in my other notebooks too, so this doesn't happen again. If somebody's willing to talk to me about things, I should do my best to try and not forget it."

His brow creeps down into a frown, one corner of his mouth twisting.

"Someone take your notebook?" Do people keep taking her notebooks? There was the shit with the Mirrors, but that feels comparatively a hell of a long time ago. He doesn't even know how long she's been here. And, hell, there's every chance she wouldn't be able to tell him herself.

"No!"

She doesn't want to even think about that. For someone like her, the thought of someone taking her notebook is the most terrifying thing in the world. It's way scarier than any horror movie she's ever seen or any of the things Wonderland's used for an event. Scarier than all of that combined even.

"I mean no. It's just that um, according to this, I filled up my regular notebook, so now I have to use a second one."

Wrong thing to say. Immediately, his shoulders hitch upward in an involuntary flinch, and he grimaces. Can't say he blames her for that. Anyone could just sabotage her utterly, and she'd be none the wiser.

He raises one hand, palm out, in a hopefully peaceable gesture.

"Sorry. I mean, there was just that thing with Mirrors stealing people's stuff a little while ago. I wanted to, uh - make sure."

"There was?"

She doesn't remember this. But of course she wouldn't. Her mirror took something from her, someone got it and gave it back to her, and at the moment, she doesn't remember that happening at all.

"Um, if there was, I don't think I lost anything. I don't even know if I have a mirror, so something like that probably had nothing to do with me."

"Everyone here does." Shit. If she doesn't have a lot of information about Mirrors written down, that's just an excuse for things to get really bad. Any one of them could take her off guard. And if she runs into one of the nastier ones, there's no goddamn telling what they'd do to exploit memory problems like that.

God knows his Mirror already exploited Tim's.

It's stupid. It's stupid, because she probably has plenty of people looking after her and making sure she doesn't get hurt, but it bodes a warning, doesn't it?

"And most of them are really not the kinds of people you wanna meet," he adds, emphatic.

She really can't fathom what kind of people she wouldn't want to meet. Now, her main notebook, the one in her room, it'd certainly give her a few ideas. But this one doesn't.

"Mirrors are evil versions of us, right?"

She has that much in this book at least.

"So if my mirror is just me, they wouldn't remember either, so I wouldn't have too much to worry about from them...right?"

She doesn't seem so sure.

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"Not necessarily. Sometimes they're just...a different kind of you. A what-if."

He doesn't think about his. Not if he can help it. Granted, the bastard makes himself difficult to avoid thinking about. He's just kind of an insufferable bastard in how bent he is on encroaching upon Tim's space - upon Jay's. "Sometimes they're the same. Sometimes they're...not."

The guy seems, after all, considerably more with it than Tim feels. Or maybe he's just a better liar about it.

Honestly, she's not really sure what to make of that. Her Mirror could be different? A what if? What if what? What if she didn't have amnesia? What if she had a different talent? Who even knows? She'd like to write off something with so many questions as having nothing to do with her, but...

“I should probably write that down. It might be important.”

She sounds like she doesn't want to, but she'll write it down anyway.

He's the guy who's gotta break the news to her, huh? Or maybe he just might as well be. Spoiling the illusion that this place can be halfway tolerable for once. Yeah. Sounds about right for him.

"...yeah. I mean, they're not usually - if there's something they think they can take advantage of, they'll do it." He winces as he says it, one hand creeping up to the back of his neck. "They've done it to me."

Yup, he's the first one to tell her. No one that's encountered her mirror has actually told her about it, so this is all new information that's being added to her book. And this really falls under the header of having nothing to do with her, but since she's collecting mirror information, she may as well ask.

“What happened?”

"One of them tricked a friend of mine into thinking he'd done...something. Something really bad. Did a damn good job of it, too." Honestly, he could list out a great long ream of transgressions his Mirror's trotted out in the year or so Tim's been here, but it's not exactly something he wants common knowledge.

It's not something anyone should want common knowledge.

"He's...kinda got the same problems as me."

"So there's someone else here with memory problems too?"

This is definitely important, so she's still writing. There's no specifics, but hearing that mirrors have exploited memory loss is something that actually does worry her. Or will for as long as she can remember it.

"And it's easier for mirrors to trick people like us because we don't remember."

She thinks she understands now.

"Yeah. But he's, uh...not really one for talking about it." Not that Tim's exactly talkative in that regard either. Unless he thinks there's the slightest possibility he might be able to help. Which, given his track record, isn't even all that fucking likely.

But he still tries, huh?

For all the good that does.

"But - yeah. Way easier."

"He should be."

Okay, it's not really her business, but she'll explain.

"Um, according to this, I've met a lot of people that are willing to help or try to understand my condition, so maybe someday one of them might be able to help me with my memory. So they might be able to help him too."

Or she could be way off base here which is entirely possible.

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