Winter Schnee (
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prismatica2020-03-01 08:16 pm
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[Video - Available to Both Moonblessed and Natives (even if there aren't any being played as PCs)]
[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.]
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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[It's not like she's starved for a little hope or anything.]
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Then, there are people here who say they have known me from another place and time. A place not so unlike this one called Duplicity. I don't know these people, regrettably, even as I have befriended them here. However, if it is possible to retain memories from another strange place like Lunatia, then I find it also entirely possible that in a rare scenario one can retain their experiences here.
There is no promise in anything, of course. Nor am I one to place naive optimism, but know that it isn't impossible. One shouldn't dawdle their experiences here and hold onto the good they have achieved, after all. I would have no way of ensuring that one retains their experiences here.