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[circumitus]

[From the get-go, almost anyone who knows Rey might immediately sense that something's... off, about her. For one thing, she's activated the video feed, which she just about never does. Second, she carries herself oddly than usual these days. More rigid, her jaw tight. Third, there is a stone cold expression that might startle the faintest of hearts if they're so unfortunate to wake up to this face.]

"Greetings."

[When she speaks, it's even more obvious that she isn't right. Rey is not the 'greetings' type, and her tone is different as well. Her r's roll and her voice is lower. Not that she had a high-pitched voice before, it's just -- different. Those from Earth might even be able to recognize it as a distinctive Russian inflection.]

"I skip pretenses and keep this brief: It would seem our successor designated 'just Rey' has tampered with our memory core. Up here." [As 'Rey' says this, she taps the corner of her head as if to emphasize her point.] "Present designation is Operative Safronov. Is not my desire to be here. This area of operation is successor's purview. Not mine. She messed up brain. I fix it. Is what I do.

"Do not seek us. Not now. Have only vague estimate for damage. Safety could be compromised."

[She pauses, then adds:] "Looking for successor designated 'just Rey's contacts." [i.e. friends? What those are.] "Might help. Might not. I make no promise.

"Apologies for those inconvenienced by this asshole."

[On that rather blunt note, 'Rey' -- or, rather, Safronov, reaches for her device and the screen goes black. Now that she's made her point clear, she wants to minimize any chance of people seeing and discovering her current position.]

[ooc: A quick clarification -- Rey has recently jacked into her own brain to try and fudge some memories, and fudged up herself instead. This will not be a permanent thing. More info here.]

Comments

voice.

[circumitus]

Of course. I have neither desire nor ability to stay.

[And she doesn't sound so broken up about this, either.]

voice.

[closerift]

Good. [ harumph ] Well, you mentioned looking for her contacts? I think that I at least count as an ally.

voice.

[circumitus]

Many may consider themselves allies. Does not mean they are trusted.

[Well "harumph" right back at you.]

She intended to alter memories. Don't suppose you would know why?

voice.

[closerift]

You don't have to trust me, and neither does she, for that matter. It is what it is.

[ Here she is, (maybe) ready to answer questions. ]

I don't, I'm afraid. [ Not that she'd share that info if she did know. ] You don't, either? You seem to know her well enough.

voice.

[circumitus]

[And that is fair. Saf doesn't trust any of the others any further than she can throw them, but that's the way her present situation is.]

I know her no more than you would know your far-future self or distant relatives. I am who she was. Nothing more.

voice.

[closerift]

Ah. [ Even more interesting. ] D'you think there really is anyone out there who does know her as she is now?

voice.

[circumitus]

What do you mean?

voice.

[closerift]

Well, you don't know her 'anymore,' as I think you're implying, and so I wonder if any of her contacts - any of us - know her well at all.

voice.

[circumitus]

You appear to have misunderstood. I made no implication of knowing her at any time. That is why I am here. Why I reach out to her contacts. Find out why I ended up here in first place. If you have no such information then I feel we have nothing left to discuss.

[Sorry, Cecily. Saf is ruder than Rey.]

voice.

[closerift]

Then I s'pose we don't. Best of luck with your answers.

[ Even if she knew more, she isn't about to share it with not-Rey. ]