video, morning;

[traceofeffort]

[There certainly aren't many video posts on the network, not that Lisa could find. But it'd be kinda hard to express her present concern otherwise, so here she is, a moving picture complete with worried, slightly stressed drawl, and hair a bit less elegant than her usual composed look. Almost like she keeps-]

Hey. Lisa here. Uh, I know it's kinda sudden, but- has anyone gotten things back? Not just memories, but stuff? When I woke up this morning, there was somethin' on my bedside table. Lock was still set on the door and the window, so I don' think anybody got in, but then-

[-brushing her hair back to one side, showing off (or looking at) a little pink earring, shiny like enamel or something; it looks like a cartoonish rabbit with a shocked expression, blank eyes and mouth open wide, and hanging upside down. Compared to the understated gold she's been wearing in public until now this is fairly different to her norm. After a second, she lets her hair fall back to her side, a flash of pink from the other side of her head proving it's a paired set.]

-these were there. They're cute, I like 'em, but they're not really... me? I think they're hers and I don't know how to feel about that.

[A beat. Then, belatedly:] Oh, and I got a memory too, but I'm not so worried about that. That's fine. Other me knows her way around a bass, and her friends can shred. I'll decide if that's a big cosmic joke later when I'm a little less shaken up.

Uh. I hope everyone's okay. I know it's apparently been a rough day or two on the network. I'll be okay - if anyone needs someone to talk to, I'm here for you.

[Lisa takes a deep breath, before seeming to relax a little, smiling and giving a little wave as the camera feed ends.]

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[traceofeffort]

Way paranoid. Enough to cover for me, too, which I apparently need before I do something dumb. [Something else dumb, she thinks but doesn't say.]

I know, it's kinda weird. But maybe your other doesn't actively need you for anything, and he's just getting ready in case something happens. Or hey, maybe I have it backwards and our other selves are trying to help us? I wouldn't know the first thing about how to send not-me memories, so maybe they just need practice.

[...she's hoping her eagerness comes across as trying to be reassuring, instead of just rambling more. At this rate Clarence and Elliott will be able to compete over who gets her to babble the longest.]

[hardtoignore]

[He shrugs. It was probably better to have a slightly too paranoid friend than everyone being as lax about it as Clarence.]

Tch. I doubt my other self is that helpful. But I mean, I could be wrong...

[Guess he can't put aside the idea that maybe, maybe his other self killed the guy for a reason other than selfishness. Can't imagine it, though.]

If I can keep the other me from finding me, I think I'd prefer it. He can keep all his memories, for all I care.

[traceofeffort]

Well, they're all still theories, y'know? I have no idea if I'm right or not. We'll find out the hard way eventually, but until then, keep your options open. Still... I get not wanting to deal with stuff. And it sounds like he's done some things. So do whatever feels right. If you don't want his help, you don't have to take it.

...or, well. I don't know why I'm giving you orders. You don't need me to tell you to do what you were probably gonna do anyway.

[hardtoignore]

Okay... yeah, okay. That makes sense. [He'll keep his options open. Maybe knowing some cold-hearted killer would be helpful at some point.]

Eh, don't worry about it. I can tell you're not trying to control me or anything. That means a lot, actually.

[traceofeffort]

[Lisa said something vaguely philosophical and didn't screw it up! Will wonders never cease. She giggles.]

Good, that means I'm doing it right. I feel like I'm not used to stuff going my way here lately, so I'll take it.

[hardtoignore]

Well, as long as you don't get a big head about it. [But he smiles, indicating he was joking.]

... Do you feel better? You were a little freaked out before, but you seem calmer now.

[traceofeffort]

Oh, certainly not. I'm sure I'll say something dumb in the next fifteen minutes here. It's just how it goes. [She waves a hand over her shoulder dismissively, grinning.

But it dims as she considers his question.] I'm... a little calmer, now. Not perfect, but I can function like this. I'm still freaking out inside, but I can deal. I think. [Spoilers: she can't deal. This will become apparent sooner rather than later.] Um, thank you for worrying about me, though. It means a lot. I know we don't really know each other that well.

[hardtoignore]

[He nods, but he's not sure he believes all that. Still, he isn't her, so he can't really be sure. Sometimes people just needed time to get over stuff.]

Well... you were nice before. Trying to be supportive. Figured I could return the favor. And you're not too bad, for an adult.

[traceofeffort]

[That's probably a safe assumption. Somehow, being Bandori is suffering. Still, her answering grin is sunny.]

Ahaha... Well, I can't have screwed up entirely, then. I'm glad. We've gotta stick together, yeah?

[hardtoignore]

Definitely.

I'll see you around. Try to take it easy today, though.

[traceofeffort]

I'll try. No promises. And thank you. Take care, okay?