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npc contact.1
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[she catches the hoop on her wrist, idly twisting it back and forth between her arms.]
What kind of games do you like to play? [pause] I've seen some of the games you play, but I'm not sure if they're actually any fun for you.
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[ Doesn't look like she's interested in playing in general, but especially not with a ten-year-old with a plastic hoop. When will counseling be over... she goes back to staring at the wall. ]
Before you ask, I have no interest in being your friend, either. So if you mean to want something else from me, you should say it outright.
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I feel like I should be, 'cause it's the right thing to do. You're the sister of somebody I care a lot about, and you're clearly very sad... And, it's not like you're really responsible for what happened... But, after you had to wash the blood out of your uniform 'cause you had to hug a friend through a mental breakdown? It's hard to have very charitable thoughts about the only responsible person you can see.
[sheepish grin] Not really very heroic of me, huh. Maybe that's another thing I'm forgetting. Since that's something you decided to torment another friend of mine with. [pauses. holds up hoop to her face, like she's framing Maya in the middle of it.] There's kind of a pattern with presidents that you're falling into, isn't there? And, based on what I can remember, about a 50/50 shot at how well that turns out.
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So, she repeats: ]
And what do you want from me?
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Okay, so, I don't believe any of this; I think it's all just a big trick from whatever villain is doing this. But, Noah, he's from a world where sad things happen a lot, and where bad magic does bad things, so when you come at him with, "Oh, look at all this important stuff you forgot," he can't help but get all sad about it.
If we forgot that we've been here longer than the two or so months we've actually been here, there has to be a reason. A group of people don't just forget things for no reason. Why us?
[and then she'll wait and see if she gets an answer before she brings out The Big Guns.]
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How should I know? Unless you think I'm responsible for that too— which I will deny.
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Maya just shrugs at the question, because there is no reason she should know any of this, and there is no point of Stephanie asking her. Maya's not even looking at her; she staring at the wall willing Hiro to come out so she can leave with him mid-conversation. ]
If you had one, it would be in your desk or in your locker.
[ Did she have something like that? A notebook? ]
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It's real crummy to try to make a person feel bad about forgetting when you won't even say what they forgot... Is it because it starts getting a little weird when you try to get some of us to think we've always been here? I'm a second year, right? I started high school at eight? That's weirder than the old people!
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Yes, it's weird. Does weird make it impossible?
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Impossible things happen all the time. Most of my daily life back home was impossible things! And that's why I know they don't just happen for no reason.
... Did you know that me? The me I'm supposedly forgetting. Because she's gone. Just like whoever Noah was. Those people don't exist anymore.
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[ What is she supposed to be feeling here, Stephanie, what is she supposed to be caring about, because she's finding that she doesn't. ]
You won't find your reasons from me. You and me, we weren't ever friends.
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I woke up here in March. A lot of us did. [less and less...] What happened in February? Because I'm starting to think the answer was, "I was in Lazytown, like always," and you guys are the ones whose memories got messed with. It's not like it would be the first time, right?
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Each person's reality is their own, made of their own experiences. Arguing the validity of my memories versus yours is a waste of my time. You're better off talking with the counselor about this stuff.
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[glances at door]
Which is another weird thing, because that's usually something you go to jail for. Murder. But, here, you just get a visit to the counselor's office, or a presidential office.
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That's how it is here.
[ Weird, huh? Who is she to fight it, when it gets her brother help and herself presidential office. ]
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[she pauses, giving the door another long glance.]
If I give you this [holds up melonpan], will you give it to him when he comes out?
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I would. [ not that she holds her hand out to take it, though ] But why not give it to him yourself? His session is almost over, and it's not like you have anywhere to be.
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[it hurts.]
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[ But she's still here. She still waits for him every day and walks him home, because she is his sister. So friends don't go that far, it seems. ]
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... Please? [holds out the bread.] I don't know how to help him the way he needs helping. I'll still keep trying.
[the preternatural ability to know exactly how to help someone hasn't been passed on to her yet. she's never wanted it more than here.]
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If you want to help him, don't give up on him. It doesn't matter if you don't know what you're doing, or if you mess up and hurt him in the process. As long as you're trying, he will know, and that will help.
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... That makes them pretty useful. [because y'know while she's here why doesn't she just nudge her brain a bit towards bomb-oniichan.] Something to think about.
[and then she's off, twirling her hoop, why is she playing, it hasn't been playing this entire time this is just how she deals with anxiety.]