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[specialist_snowflake]

[Didn't she just make a video today? NO. That would be her younger sister, and the keen of eye might even be able to realize there are hereditary similarities between the two. But there are differences also. For example, this particular white-haired woman appears much more...stiff. Even if she's not wearing her uniform anymore, her squared shoulders and lifted chin seem to scream 'MILITARY!' even in a soft and fuzzy gray sweater.]

Greetings. My name is Winter.

[Some of you might remember her all the way back from summer when she made a very detailed presentation on what types of moonlacing were and were not acceptable. This time, she's not asking for help. She's offering it.]

It has come to my attention that when we return to our worlds, we lose all memories of this one. It would seem that our actions do not matter.

[She drops her gaze for a moment, reinforcing her resolve to remain professional. Her emotions are starting to leak through just the same.]

But I would very much like them to, for the duration of my stay. Consider this an open invitation to seek my aid for any troubles you might have. If I am unable to render assistance, then I will help you find someone who can. The impression I leave behind will not be forgotten. I would have it be one of fond remembrance rather than hedonistic selfishness. I don't require compensation. I don't desire it either.

[Her jaw tightens, and her brow furrows.]

This is what I want to do. I am choosing it for myself. Seek me out if you have need of me, in public or in private.

That is all.

[Blip! And she's gone.]

Comments

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Ha. Well. Let Martin tell you a thing or two about his world first. ]

Well - I mean, it's a little - look, is there a privacy setting on this thing?

[Private]

[specialist_snowflake]

[Rather than answer, she leans forward and flicks a switch. A little icon with an eye crossed out is now visible in the lower left corner.]

Proceed.

[Private Until Noted Otherwise]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Simple as that, eh. Martin rubs at the back of his neck. Pauses in the motion, then brings that hand forward so that she can see it. His hand is ... oddly colourless, ranging from oddly blotchy grey at his wrist to almost damn near transparent at his fingertips. ]

I have something of a medical condition.

[specialist_snowflake]

[Shock doesn't register on her face. She scrutinizes the hand, looking it over, then keeps her gaze fixed on his face.]

Have you made efforts to contact someone with healing capabilities?

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Clearly he's new, because that gets a blank look in return. ]

I really don't think that a doctor will help.

[specialist_snowflake]

That isn't what I asked.

[Ordinarily she'd leave it at that, leave him to shift beneath her frosty gaze a while longer. But she did say she would try.]

There are those who mend with science, and those who do so with more supernatural means. If your affliction falls into the latter category, I recommend seeking out someone with the proper talents. There are many within this city who can render aid if you are willing to put forth the effort to locate them.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Martin's eyes go wide at that, like she'd just suggested he try to fly by flapping his arms. ]

I - er - are you serious? You're not having a go at me?

[specialist_snowflake]

You were magically transported to a moon that gives people Faunus features on a monthly basis, and energy is mass produced by gestures of intimacy. But sources of magical healing make you skeptical?

[curriculum_fictae]

Well - yes. They do, actually, because that seems like a positive thing, where as the other two are clearly afflictive or with a very clear purpose.

[specialist_snowflake]

Moonlacing is also proven to provide numerous positive benefits. Don't dismiss it simply because it is not what you're culturally accustomed to experiencing.

[She exhales.]

I suggest you make a public request for help if you require solid proof. Your case is not as shocking as you believe.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Martin flushes at that. ]

S-sorry, I don't mean to be dismissive, it's just - it's very, very dangerous to trust anything in my world. Especially anything supernatural.

I might make exactly that request.

[specialist_snowflake]

[She's quiet for a moment, considering. In light of this information, she can understand how he would be nervous. Her expression seems...slightly less harsh.]

Understood. It is always healthy to exercise caution. However, with your current circumstances being what they are, it is a caution that is unnecessary. You are unlikely to experience widespread prejudice, if indeed you experience any at all. You may also receive the help you seek.

Let me know when you make your request. I will oversee your communication efforts and step in on your behalf if necessary.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ That's good. Martin relaxes slightly in turn, though one gets the sense he is Always Nervous. ]

That's very kind of you, miss...?

[specialist_snowflake]

Winter.

[She already stated her name, but given his nerves, she can forgive the very egregious slight of forgetting a minor detail.]

Just Winter is fine.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ She had, hadn’t he. Martin’s just rattled all around. ]

Martin. Martin Blackwood. I - er, I work with Jonathan Sims, if you’ve met him...?

[specialist_snowflake]

[She might have communicated with him months ago, too long for her to remember as it was their only point of contact.]

I don't believe so. Well met, Mr. Blackwood.

[curriculum_fictae]

Yes, likewise.

[ A beat. ]

And - and you can call me Martin as well, if you prefer. Jon and I both work for the Magnus Institute, which is an archive that specialises in - in archiving supernatural accounts.

[specialist_snowflake]

Oh? In this world, or the one from which you hail?

[curriculum_fictae]

Home. Thank god. It’s not a very ... nice place.

[specialist_snowflake]

I see.

[Hers is full of horrible soulless abominations, so she gets it. There there.]

This one isn't lacking in problems, but thus far, the strong sense of community has proven effective in surmounting such difficulties. Do you require anything further?

[curriculum_fictae]

N-no, thank you. Not particularly.

[ A small pause. ]

I - do admit to being curious about where you’re from...?

[specialist_snowflake]

Remnant. I served in the kingdom of Atlas.

[Names that likely mean very little to one who doesn't know them.]

...You would not have enjoyed visiting. And yourself?

[curriculum_fictae]

Oh, I’m not familiar. I’m from London, myself.

[specialist_snowflake]

I see.

[She doesn't.]

What is that planet like?

[curriculum_fictae]

You mean Earth?