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Caitlin helped Carter wheel the mirror rig into place.
Rather than the usual cradles and headrest, both sets of contacts came in the form of gloves and a headband. She remembered her first experiences, of laying back in a recliner with the uncomfortably itchy accessories, of the panic and sensation of falling that first time, of the world reorienting itself and the gray hands and skin of her default avatar swimming into focus. The instructor's kind voice as he helped her move her arms, her legs for the first time.
Rather than the usual cradles and headrest, both sets of contacts came in the form of gloves and a headband. She remembered her first experiences, of laying back in a recliner with the uncomfortably itchy accessories, of the panic and sensation of falling that first time, of the world reorienting itself and the gray hands and skin of her default avatar swimming into focus. The instructor's kind voice as he helped her move her arms and legs for the first time.
The mirror rig let the instructor and the student share a space, yes, but also share a body. It gave the instructor access to the panic button that would knock both instructor and student back out of the sim.
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But she had to try.
She slipped the headband over RJ's head and the gloves over eir hands, and then dragged two chairs closer together so that she could lay on them. No recliner, and the interferites would make her muscles all relax, so sitting up was out of the question. It would have to do.
She slipped the headband over RJ's head and the gloves over eir hands, and then dragged two chairs closer together so that she could lay on them. No recliner, and the interferites would make her voluntary muscles relax, so sitting up was out of the question. It would have to do.
She pulled on her own set of accessories, the scratchy, inexpensive fabric familiar even after all these years.
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The Carter half of this shared mind struggled, screamed, beat upon the membrane that kept her from truly interacting.
"To pray for the end of endings is to pray for the end of memory," the murmur continued. i
"To pray for the end of endings is to pray for the end of memory," the murmur continued.
RJ/Carter could feel the way the fabric of the tunic hung off their shared shoulders, feel the way it billowed beneath their thin coat of fur, feel the gentle sway of their shared tail behind the bench.
RJ/Carter could feel the way the fabric of the tunic hung off their shared shoulders, feel the way it billowed, beneath their thin coat of fur, feel the gentle sway of their shared tail behind the bench.
It was familiar/alien.
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Ey didn't have time for this/she didn't have time for this.
<!-- there was something cool I was going to put here that both would say but it would mean different things coming from each of them. I think that was it, but am not sure. I'll leave this in until I'm sure. -->
The veil tore.
The veil tore. "RJ, I'm going to stop mirroring. Please don't. Please leave me RJ we don't have much time and please leave me alone RJ, Caitlin and Johansson are here."
"RJ, I'm going to stop mirroring. Please don't. Please leave me RJ we don't have much time and please leave me alone RJ, Caitlin and Johansson are here."
And then the veil disappeared and Carter swiped from mirroring to coexisting, and sat on the ground by the weeping fox. "RJ...AwDae. I shouldn't be here. At the UMC, I mean. We don't have too much time. The police are outside and arguing with Johansson. Can you feel for the exit?"
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"She contacted me, yes. I wasn't supposed to, but I talked with her and Johansson both."
"I'm glad to hear she's alright, then."
E subsided. "I'm glad to hear she's alright, then."
Carter frowned. "She isn't, though. She got lost about an hour ago. Or something, I can't tell time in this place. I delved in to pass on information before the police caught up with me, and Debarre and I watched her get lost. That's what led me to try the mirror rig. You should--"
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No, not screaming, shouting. Surprise, not fear or pain. Caitlin and Johansson shouting.
Carter lifted her head from the chair she had appropriated as a pillow and tried to tug off the gloves of the mirror-rig, found her hands bound with a zip-tie. Police frowned down to her. They Couldn't prevent her from looking, though.
Carter lifted her head from the chair she had appropriated as a pillow and tried to tug off the gloves of the mirror-rig, found her hands bound with a zip-tie. Police frowned down to her. They couldn't prevent her from looking, though.
Caitlin was holding RJ's hand, and Johansson was shouting for a doctor.
RJ's eyes were open.
Before she could rejoice, before anyone could stop her, even herself, she delved back in. Delved back in to the 'net, to her home sim, and swiped up an audio broadcast to Sasha, Debarre, Avery, Prakash, Johansson...everyone she could think of, and began talking. Those that were not listening live would receive a recording.
Before she could rejoice, before anyone could stop her, even herself, she delved back in. Delved back in to the 'net, to her home sim, and swiped up an audio broadcast to Sasha, Debarre, Avery, Prakash, Johansson, her PM...everyone she could think of, and began talking. Those that were not listening live would receive a recording.
"My name is Dr Carter Ramirez, researcher at University College London studying the lost. We have succeeded in waking up one patient, RJ Brewster, and have discovered the mechanism by which individuals get lost. The police and Western Fed agents are here to prevent me from saying this, so if I disconnect, that is why. Do not use the DDR. This is the source of the mechanism as described by Mx Brewster."

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* [X] Chapter: [Qoheleth 005](Qoheleth/005) --- Qoheleth gets Dear's ping
* [X] Chapter: [Ioan 009](Ioan/009) --- Qoheleth gives his speech, is assassinated
* [X] Chapter: [Qoheleth 006](Qoheleth/006) --- Assassinated
* [O] Chapter: [Carter 011](Carter/011) RJ surprised to see Carter there, resists leaving as the sudden aspect of something not being in control is a shock
* [X] Chapter: [Carter 011](Carter/011) RJ surprised to see Carter there, resists leaving as the sudden aspect of something not being in control is a shock
* [O] Chapter: [Ioan 010](Ioan/010) --- Wrapping up with Dear, Serene, Praiseworthy
* [O] Chapter: [Sasha 003](Sasha/003) --- endless field of dandelions, then suddenly Debarre, pulled back, brought up to speed on what Carter learned about how to rescue lost and the conspiracy
* [-] Chapter: <!-- [Sasha 004](Sasha/004) - ~~Sasha and Debarre publish evidence, Carter passes to Prakash, spreads like wildfire~~ News stories? Maybe not even necessary.--> (REJECTED given to Carter, plus Sasha's eulogy)