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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Comments

[crimson_sister]

"I would prefer it if someone knew me and could tell me who I was," she said.

[thatwaslucky]

"Well, yes," Rey conceded. "But it helps me, at least, knowing it's not just me. Less lonely that way. Though I wouldn't mind at least a labeled holo of who everyone is."

[crimson_sister]

"What is a holo?" she asked. "Do they usually come with labels?"

It did sound helpful.