(9:54:00 PM) ***Med has finished eating breakfast with Lana; the latter's wandered off, but the pale, amnesiac girl is still squatting on a chair in the main room, reading through various AR windows with a slight frown on her face. She takes the occasional sip of apple juice.
(9:57:17 PM) ***Ivory soon enters the room. "Good morning."
(10:00:18 PM) ***Med looks over to the girl, blinking. She offers a smile. "Good... morning," she says. "I think I've... mostly caught up on the basics. I think?"
(10:00:46 PM) Ivory: "Oh, yes?" She raises an eyebrow, taking a seat near Med
(10:03:42 PM) ***Med nods. "Just... general knowledge everyone else seems to have?" She gestures at the AR windows. "I spent all night reading. THere was a first contact primer I found."
(10:07:06 PM) Ivory: "The whole night? You didn't sleep at all?"
(10:09:34 PM) Med: She blinks again. The third eye makes it a little disconcerting. "A few short naps, ten or fifteen minutes every couple of hours," she says, resting her elbows on her knees. "There was a lot to read."
(10:10:34 PM) ***Ivory sighs. "That's not healthy. You need proper sleep."
(10:13:07 PM) Med: "Oh." She turns back to the windows. "There was a lot to read," she repeats, fidgeting somewhat with a frown. "I wanted to make sure I was caught up... there was this... chewing feeling?" She says. "That I really needed to do so. I'm sorry..."
(10:14:24 PM) ***Ivory sighs, reaching over and putting a hand on her shoulder. "It's alright, just remember you need to take care of yourself."
(10:15:35 PM) Med: She nods. "... Lana woke up earlier and made me eat when I realized I hadn't." Sh epauses. "... To my knowledge ever at that point, but..."
(10:19:12 PM) Ivory: "Right...we're going to need to make sure you are taking care of yourself."
(10:20:16 PM) ***Med nods again. "Okay. I suppose... first on the list is I will need to see a doctor, won't I?" She asks. "Given..." Her third eye blinks.
(10:20:52 PM) Ivory: "Yes." Among other reasons to get that third eye checked out.
(10:22:23 PM) ***Med nods. "... I wish I knew more about myself," she murmurs quietly, eyes turning to look at her mask. "Where did I come from? Why did I appear like that? What is my mask? Why am I different?"
(10:23:40 PM) ***Ivory squeezes her shoulder. "Don't worry, we'll try and help you find it out." She offers her a smile.
(10:24:37 PM) ***Med smiles back softly. "... Thank you. You and the others have been very nice to me so far. Much nicer than the First Arrow was."
(10:26:29 PM) ***Ivory nods. "There is no need to thank me."
(10:28:31 PM) Med: "Maybe not, but I am," she replies, fidgeting some. "I... you didn't have to bring me along, surely. There would be places you could have sent me too, even on planet."
(10:31:04 PM) Ivory: "Yes but you needed help." She smirks. "And there was no reason not to help."
(10:34:44 PM) Med: "The First Arrow seemed to think there were reasons not to help," she says. "Apparently me being Mid-Childan. I didn't even know what Mid-Childa *was* until you all left yesterday."
(10:39:00 PM) Ivory: "And, to be honest,I'm not exactly sure you are Mid-Childan."
(10:41:12 PM) Med: "From what I read, I don't match most common Mid-Childan ethnic phenotypes," she says. "And that's, um, before getting into the body art." She gestures with one tattooed hand, stylized eye visible in the palm. "Given all the eye imagery, I'd assume I was from here, but I don't speak the native tongue at all. Well, one of them? I looked into Belkan and I understood... a decent amount. I could
(10:41:13 PM) Med: maybe carry on a non-technical conversation?"
(10:43:35 PM) ***Ivory nods. "Belkan...does not remotely surprise me."
(10:44:41 PM) Med: "Ah?"
(10:45:53 PM) Ivory: "Belka has a long history, so most odd occurances can be linked back in some way to them."
(10:46:49 PM) ***Med nods slowly. "I see," she says--not a hint of irony in it. "Occam's shaver."
(10:56:44 PM) Ivory: "...close enough."
(10:57:51 PM) ***Med nods again. "Still..." She glances to her mask. "... I just wish I knew something."
(10:59:24 PM) ***Ivory squeezes her shoulder again. "Don't worry, we'll do our best to help you."
(11:03:58 PM) Med: She smiles softly. "Thank you again." The amnesiac girl sighs. "One day at a time, I guess."
(11:04:12 PM) Ivory: "Indeed. That's how it was for me."
(11:04:30 PM) Med: "... Oh?"
(11:05:07 PM) ***Ivory nods. "I had no memory for quite a while myself."
(11:06:35 PM) Med: She looks Ivory up and down for a moment, blinking in surprise. Then, the girl hops off of the chair and gives the paler girl a tight hug.
(11:09:39 PM) ***Ivory gives the smaller girl a hug. "And I'm fine these days...so don't worry, we'll help you too."
(11:11:52 PM) ***Med nods again. She doesn't seem to want to let go. "I.... thank you," she says. "It's just... I *know* things," Med continues. "But it's all... information. Data. Noise. There's no... there's just nothing beyond knowledge. And... it's frustrating and terrifying and..."
(11:12:32 PM) Ivory: "Well, the best way to turn data into something useful is to use it and connect it to your world. Is there anything you would like to do?"
(11:14:30 PM) Med: She pauses for a moment. "... I am abou ttired of reading," she admits. "But I haven't really... put a lot of thought into what else is avaliable... I guess I do need to, um. Go shopping, I suppose? I only have this dress and my mask..." And no shoes, notably.
(11:16:04 PM) Ivory: "We can do that, if you want. Then it can be a memory, not just information."
(11:17:39 PM) Med: she smiles softly. "That would be nice." She pauses. "... And probably a haircut." Her hair DOES touch the ground when she walks.
(11:18:43 PM) Ivory: "If you want. We could also style it a bit to keep it up off the ground."
(11:19:46 PM) Med: "That... is an option," she says. "What would you suggest?"
(11:21:07 PM) Ivory: "Ah...that I can help less with." She gestures to her own long, straight hair. "I'm not much one for fashion."
(11:21:49 PM) ***Med nods again. "... Then I guess we ask whatever salon we go to?" She offers.
(11:22:54 PM) Ivory: "That works." She stands up, offering Med a hand.
(11:23:45 PM) ***Med takes it, nodding. "Lead the way."