The first die cast -- again.

[thedicearecast]

[Amelia's given herself a little over a day to settle back into the Castle, much of it spent retracing steps she'd forgotten about completely until twenty-four hours ago. Most of that time has been spent alone, save for a few random encounters; she wants to be ready before she talks to most people, and to one person in particular. But midway through the day, Amelia opens her journal, still largely blank, lets out a slow breath, and starts speaking.]

This is Amelia. If anyone remembers when I was here before, I'm back now.

[She pauses for a moment then, considering something. The first time she'd been drawn to Paradisa, she needed a long conversation to realize what had been taken from her. This time she's noticed a certain absence right away, not a memory but a thing, although that doesn't make it much easier to accept.]

I think this place or whoever runs it--[Because she still refuses to completely believe the Castle is sentient]--took something else from me. I still have that same loss from before, but I can't find my glove. Not my cloth gloves; it's technology.

[Amelia hesitates. She wants to describe it, because maybe it can be found...except she knows better. Just like she knows that when she left, that memory came back only to be taken again.]

Anyway. I guess I should ask what I've missed.

[But of greater concern is the trek Amelia makes shortly after she finishes the entry. There's a piece of long overdue business to address, and Amelia heads downstairs to the castle basement. Regardless of anything else, Amelia can be glad for the chance to finally finish things with Legato.]

Comments

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[onlyanapple]

Well, well, well, look who it is. Again.

Rocks fell. Everyone died.

[thedicearecast]

[D'aw. She missed you too, Crowley. Except for the part where she forgot you exist, but you know.]

Looks like you got better.

[onlyanapple]

I'm a fast healer.

[waterproofed]

Hey, I remember you!

[thedicearecast]

Yeah, I think I remember you too. [Amelia thinks about it for a few seconds, trying to place a name to the voice.]

...Percy? You helped explain the journals to me.

[waterproofed]

You remember!

... Wait. Didn't you leave Paradisa?

[heloise]

Welcome back, Amelia. [ Not that she has been here long enough to have met her before. ]

[thedicearecast]

Thanks. Do I know you?

[The voice isn't ringing any bells, but who's to say? It's not like Amelia doesn't know firsthand how the Castle messes with memory.]

[heloise]

I do not believe so. My name is Lucrezia Borgia.

[optimystic]

... I don't think I met you last time, but welcome back. [she can'thelp but reply... all of these people coming back with memories, it gives her real hope]

[thedicearecast]

Pretty sure we didn't, but thanks anyway.

[Although her gratitude is a bit dry; Amelia's not entirely happy to be back.]

[optimystic]

You're welcome. [aaaaand it's hard not to pick up on that tone]

...Something bugging you?

[exanimatus]

Not much to miss, save for some obnoxious holidays and a trip to a city that would likely have been beyond your understanding anyway.

[oh, here's a languid voice she could probably live without hearing again.]

Welcome back.

[thedicearecast]

[Probably, but idiots keep life interesting? Not that Amelia wouldn't rather do without.]

Thanks.

Sounds pretty peaceful, comparatively.

[exanimatus]

All things considered, I suppose. You remember everything from your previous visit, hm?

[hosting]

[They only met briefly before, and Tamaki doesn't remember it, but that won't stop him from trying to woo her again!]

A world without your presence, is like a sky without a sun.

[thedicearecast]

[Aw, then he doesn't remember her ignoring him!

Does the long silence that follows ring any bells?]

[hosting]

[Alas, no. He went home between then and now, and didn't return with the luxury of his memories.]

...Hello?

[endthem]

[well, the jail is largely empty, now. Only a few scattered prisoners are left in rows of cells all largely the same... and then there are the special cells on either ends of the hall. Built much differently than the others, their walls are white, thick glass keeping visitors safe instead of the bars that the others have.

One of these special cells is empty. The other, on the opposite end of the hall, houses Legato.

He isn't under the haze of sedatives today, which means that he's bound up in a straitjacket and tethered to the wall. Slumped apathetically in some corner, he doesn't even notice that someone is coming to visit him]

[thedicearecast]

[Amelia keeps her pace steady as she makes her way down the corridor, but she can't control how her heart begins to race as she gets closer. She knows he won't be able to touch her, either physically more mentally, but Amelia can't deny the fear she feels.

So long as Legato doesn't pick up on it, though, that's fine. She'd be stupid not to be afraid, after what he did to her.

She stops in front of the glass, looking in at the bound man. At first Amelia just watches what he's become, unable to comprehend what cause could have been worth this result. But that's why she's there, isn't it? To figure out exactly what on Gunsmoke is going through Legato's head.]

Legato.

[endthem]

[the sound of his name pulls him back to himself, but he can only care so much. He only raises his head enough to be able to glance at her-- his gaze listless and blank, as if he doesn't even recognize her.

Maybe he doesn't remember. Their interactions were such insignificant things...]

[cricketycricket]

Amelia! Goodness, it's nice to hear your voice again. Welcome back.

[thedicearecast]

Thanks.

[So far as voices go, Amelia has to agree that The Doctor's isn't bad to hear.]

Lakare, right?

[written]

[knightprodigy]

A second loss?

[Dick is in the same boat as Amelia, he's yet to discover his second loss, however.]

dictated

[thedicearecast]

Yeah. I'm pretty sure that's what it is, anyway.

[No other reason for the glove to be missing.]

I wouldn't just lose it.