Main Campfire, Saturday Morning

[crimson_sister]

Lucille had, like everyone else, woken up this morning without memories. This was strange, and obviously disturbing, and as the only things she could find in her strange home, apart from clothes, were two romantic novels, a collection of poetry and a phone, she had packed these in a small bag and left, hoping that the world outside would make things clearer.

It hadn't, which was why she was now sitting in front of a burnt out campfire, reading a novel called The Rose of Orlais.

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[crimson_sister]

She looked up at the girl. "I like it," she said. "It's about love, and love seems very complicated. Have we met before?"

If they had, perhaps this girl knew her name. It would be nice to have a name.

[intotheout]

If this girl didn't know here than they must not have met. "Don't think so," she said. "I'm Tip."

[crimson_sister]

"I don't know my name," she said. "I was hoping you did. At least you know your own." Looking down at the book, she added: "Do you have any books?"

[intotheout]

"You don't know your own name?" What was the odds of two teenage girls with no memories waking up in space together?

Okay, admittedly once you had any one of those details going, the others didn't seem quite as weird anymore. Maybe it was a big alien conspiracy. They were abducted as part of an experiment on human memory. . . .

"I have a few books," Tip said. "The one on top has an alien on the cover."

[crimson_sister]

"I don't," she said. "How do you know yours? And an alien? Is the book about love too?"

[intotheout]

"Yeah, as far as I can tell it's a romance about a teenager and an alien invader. And I -- um." She pulled her notebook out of her pocket. "I found my diary."

[crimson_sister]

"Oh! What does it say?" Perhaps she was mentioned in it too. And, not to forget another important question: "What does the alien look like?"

[intotheout]

"You know, like an alien," Tip said. Everyone knew what aliens look like, right? "Like someone used a frog as a balloon after gluing a bunch of extra stumpy legs on it."

[crimson_sister]

She didn't know what aliens looked like, but the description made her wrinkle her nose a little. "Why would someone love such a creature?"

[intotheout]

"I really don't know," Tip said. "I mean, I'm pretty sure they killed a bunch of people when they invaded, too."

[crimson_sister]

"It seems strange," she said. "In my novel the heroine loves a man, and they share adventures. Do you think we would remember if we loved someone?"

[intotheout]

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure if you don't know your own name you're probably not going to remember other people, either."

[crimson_sister]

"I believe you are right," she said. "How sad, though."

[intotheout]

"Yeah. So, um. Why do you think you can't remember anything?"

[crimson_sister]

"Perhaps this is an affliction of some kind? A plague?"

She really didn't know.

[intotheout]

". . . You've noticed that we're in space, right?"

That part seemed like a rather salient detail to Tip, personally.

[crimson_sister]

"There are no plagues in space?" she asked. "Or space makes people forget things?"

Both seemed unlikely, and she found Tip's comment pointless.