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[inmylight_commander]

[Kat's busy digging through her things, looking for the notes she knows she has for a pretty decent chariot design, when she finds someone's journal in with her stuff.]

[Except it has her name and some sort of call number on it, and it talks. Of all the strange things that had been happening lately, this was pretty high on the list.]

[A quick inspection of the thing definitely has it as some sort of communication device, and she hears some of the other campers, and while a lot of it made sense -- talk of the protest, classes, that sort of thing -- there was a fair bit that didn't. Curiostiy meant that she only paused briefly before clearing her throat and speaking into it.]

Anyone have any idea how this journal found itself in my possession?

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[dontpatr0nizeme]

... Been a while since I've heard your voice through this.

As for why you have it? It's because it's yours, Kat.

[inmylight_commander]

Washington, right? [There was something oddly familiar about this, but she still couldn't quite place it.]

I think I would have remembered owning a talking journal.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

What does the journal say on the front, Kat?

[inmylight_commander]

It says 'Kat S dash three two zero'. I'm not saying it's not mine, but what does the serial number stand for and why haven't I noticed it before? [Questions not necessarily directed at him, but what she's currently musing on.]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

Does the term Spartan mean anything to you?

[inmylight_commander]

Of course it does. Everyone knows that story. [Come on, Wash, Kat thinks she's a Greek Demi-God. Going to have to try harder then that!]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

All right. Bad example with the local situation.

How about Reach or Noble Team?

[inmylight_commander]

[There's a slight pause from Kat, as yes, both of those seemingly innocuous words seem to catch at her.]

I met a woman here, said she was Noble Six ...

[dontpatr0nizeme]

Should mean a lot more than that to you, Noble Two.

You knew these things before...

[inmylight_commander]

[Yes, she felt that was her, but why? What did it mean? Was she somehow related to the other woman?]

[Carefully, since now she's starting to connect the dots but they're still not making a clear picture,] What are you trying to say, Washington? Things I knew before what?

[dontpatr0nizeme]

Kat... In December, you vanished. I thought you'd disappeared to the place you had originally come from before the castle... To die.

Then I saw you again here.

[inmylight_commander]

[She's silent a moment, remembering what the other woman -- what Noble Six -- had said, about a friend vanishing who had looked like her.]

You're not making any sense. What 'castle'? [She's unsettled, though, because some small part of her wants to agree and she's still not sure why.]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

Paradisa... Does that name sound at all familiar?

[He's trying to not push it, as impatient as he is feeling.]

[encryptedlock]

[...it really is her.]

Same way we all got ours, of course. You must have noticed everyone else here has one.

[inmylight_commander]

Everyone who just arrived, I've already been here years. Thought it was a new inciming camper thing. [She's struck by another oddity; the familiarity of his voice, but -- she'd never met him, heard him before ... right?]

[encryptedlock]

Nope. It's pretty much an everybody thing. Just go ask Reno or--whoever else has been a camper here a while. Write in it and the other journals will record. Speak into it and the other journals will hear.

[inmylight_commander]

I know how it works, [Or rather, how to use it.] but this is just one in a series of odd happenings and it would be nice if things made sense.

[This guy, for instance. For some reason she keeps thinking of the number 12 being somehow associated with him.] So, who are you?

[encryptedlock]

United Nations Space Command, Special Operative Project Freelancer, Agent York. Most people call me York for short.

[Except her, she had always called him--] My callsign's Foxtrot-12.

[inmylight_commander]

UNS ... C ... [Dammit she can feel it right there in the back of her mind.]

You're ... green? [Somehow that seemed pertinent, just as '12' had, but it was getting more and more frustrating that she felt there was something she should know that she just didn't.]

[encryptedlock]

My partner is. Little green AI named Delta--well, he's human here, but normally he's green.

[inmylight_commander]

Delta. [Repeating everyitng now because she figures maybe if she says it she'll somehow understand. As it is, she's starting to get little whisps of hints, if not outright information.] You're from space.

[encryptedlock]

[York begins to sound encouraged - it's just like with Edward. Don't push her, but give her enough to get the thought process started.]

Well, I'm from Earth, actually. But I've spent a lot of time out in space. Travel in cryo, drop down to a planet for missions, train on the Mother of Invention. Lot of work, but someone has to do it. Me and my team got to test a lot of equipment so it could be deployed in the field.

[inmylight_commander]

Stop -- just stop. [Between this and her conversation with David Washington, she's getting frustrated. It's a lot of information to process, between these two, and while she feels she's on the edge of something groundbreaking, she's getting frustrated. With herself, with the whole situation, but for the moment, it's too much too fast.]

[encryptedlock]

Sorry.

Just--if you have any questions, you can ask me. Okay?

[inmylight_commander]

Questions about what? Aliens? Or -- a castle? Things I didn't have to worry about until you lot showed up.