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[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.]

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[Color him surprised. He honestly thought that she was gonna turn him down, no one was really excited or even willing to sit with a stranger that has a chip on his shoulder like him. Half intended that but, well, I guess he's got someone to talk to.

He waited patiently in the spot he indicated, a drink before him but barely touched, and when she arrives he gets off and greets her. The impression she gave really was not properly conveyed in the video. Definitely a military lady, reminded him a bit of his commander.]

Miss Winter.

[He says extending a gloved hand in greeting. She's not the only one who carried a soldiers training and discipline. He matched her stance, shoulders squared, eyes forward with chin raised, and while his clothes are worn from use and time, they were still washed until they smelled clean, pressed until wrinkle free, and his boots were shined. Well, shined as much as they could.]

Please, have a seat. I'm glad you'd sit with me. I have to be honest, I was quite surprised. I half expected you'd say 'another time'.

[He's polite, if nothing else, and good manners go a long way toward earning Winter's tolerance. She takes his hand without hesitation. Her grip is firm, cordial, and brief.

Indeed. I presume 'Bishop' is sufficient for you.

[She chooses the empty stool to the left, waiting for him to sit as well.]

I have no wish to encourage false hope. Whatever it is you seek from me, I can't promise is within my ability to grant.

[He nods in confirmation as he sits back and grips the untouched drink smiling weakly.]

That's perfectly reasonable, and honestly I don't think the answers I seek can be found from just one person so I'm...gathering intel so to speak. So just showing up here already gives me much to think about.

[He taps the bar and clears his throat.]

Excuse me, bartender. A drink for the lady, if you'd be so kind. On me.

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