[And so it becomes a matter of which of them can outlast the other. Each stands aware of the other's goal, and equally, stands stubborn in their refusal to merely relent. Rip simply has to take his time, he decides, to eat the bites slowly and savor each of them. Patience would help him win out, particularly if Peggy eats her portion as quickly as she has in the past.
And at the moment, they have a suitable distraction. Rip's movements become somewhat mechanical as he continues to eat, secondary to his thoughts on just what observation Peggy has made. It's a fair one; Wonderland has compelled them to do what it wills before, altered their bodies and minds right along with the environment--including when it takes memories from them.]
Perhaps the rules are different this time. [He mutters the words softly, almost to himself rather than to her.] Or perhaps there's greater power to be gained when a memory is volunteered rather than stolen.
[Or volunteered in theory--as the initial person turns, apparently having changed their mind, they bump into someone else who'd moved in for a closer look. The collision results in the second person being knocked into the box, a blonde woman Rip remembers, and equally, one who's association with Peggy he's only guessed at by matter of their last names.
After all, he himself is proof that being a "Carter" doesn't equate to being a relation.
Regardless, what it affords them is the opportunity to listen to the horrid music that sputters out from a distance, and equally to see the bits of paper the box spits out. All quite different from what Wonderland does when it takes the memories it presumably needs to function--but the same, Rip suspects, in the precision of removal.]
Certainly this is far less output than what goes into the typical memory erasure we endure during events.
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And at the moment, they have a suitable distraction. Rip's movements become somewhat mechanical as he continues to eat, secondary to his thoughts on just what observation Peggy has made. It's a fair one; Wonderland has compelled them to do what it wills before, altered their bodies and minds right along with the environment--including when it takes memories from them.]
Perhaps the rules are different this time. [He mutters the words softly, almost to himself rather than to her.] Or perhaps there's greater power to be gained when a memory is volunteered rather than stolen.
[Or volunteered in theory--as the initial person turns, apparently having changed their mind, they bump into someone else who'd moved in for a closer look. The collision results in the second person being knocked into the box, a blonde woman Rip remembers, and equally, one who's association with Peggy he's only guessed at by matter of their last names.
After all, he himself is proof that being a "Carter" doesn't equate to being a relation.
Regardless, what it affords them is the opportunity to listen to the horrid music that sputters out from a distance, and equally to see the bits of paper the box spits out. All quite different from what Wonderland does when it takes the memories it presumably needs to function--but the same, Rip suspects, in the precision of removal.]
Certainly this is far less output than what goes into the typical memory erasure we endure during events.