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[traceofeffort]

Ow, my head hurts trying to keep the damn timeline straight... I might have to figure out how to work a program or something, I'm gonna go nuts keeping things in order. Hi, everyone, I got a bunch more memories and the other Roselia cannot function without help. [Lisa's dressed casually and, for once, apparently feeling the heat; just a plain white T-shirt visible from here as she sits at her desk, hair in a ponytail, and the low drone of at least one fan somewhere. She pauses a moment to gather her thoughts and will her headache away; after a second, she starts again.]

Okay, so. I've got a few more songs, which is good! My other self was stuck wrangling a bunch of girls that are alternately divas and well-intentioned idiots, which is bad. They care a lot about each other, which is good! Occasionally they care so much they drive wedges between themselves and damn near broke up, which is bad. We were good enough - we had enough fans - that we sold merch at our shows! That's super cool! We also pushed ourselves hard enough that our juniors found us literally passed out in our dressing room before a show. That's pretty terrible. I could keep going, but we were morons, and also we were best friends and sisters-in-arms. And I... have complicated feelings, about it. I don't have that. Forget bandmates, I don't have anyone I'm that close to, not like that. [She can already hear a couple people objecting, but they're gonna have to wait.] Like... am I ever gonna be like that? Big enough to fill a real, honest-to-God live house that I booked and paid for and sold tickets to? I know I'm getting better, but that feels like a lot. I feel like they had everything figured out - well, Yukina did, the rest of us were just kinda in her wake for a while - and here I am just. Bumbling along. I know what I want to do, just... it's daunting, seeing what the next step on that road could look like. I'll figure things out, I know I will. I refuse to do anything less, y'know? I just need some time to get my head screwed on straight. Again.

Oh, and they decided I'd make a good healer, in the MMO we played for a bit. Also one of them called me mom when she didn't think I could hear her? Their day-to-day lives are hilarious. Not that I can talk, I'm pretty sure my life is a comedy from the outside. [Snorting, she shakes her head, before clicking off the camera.]

Comments

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[bearshermark]

You might not have that sort of thing now, but there's still plenty of time for it. I'm sure you will someday, if that's what you really want.

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[howkickassiam]

Personally, I've started to realize I was really deep in being an infiltration expert in the other world I came from. I just now remembered how to pick locks, so I'm nothing like an expert here.

[ Besides... ]

I'm not sure it's what I would pick to do, here.

[not_as_i_do]

Oof, that's a lot to absorb, Lisa. I don't blame you one bit for having a headache. ... Peppermint is useful for that, if you don't have any ibuprofen or acetominephen on hand, by the way. Stick of gum, what have you.

[a pause, because out of all of that he has a very important query]

What the devil is an MMO?

[consortofalderaan]

I can't offer any advice on how to cultivate talent but maybe keeping a journal of your memories would help you separate your current life's experiences from your past life memories.