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-# Ioan Bălan --- 2305
+# RJ Brewster --- 2112
 
-The first message was not long in coming, arriving about an hour after Ioan\#c1494bf arrived back at home. At least it wasn't high priority; ey had the choice to accept then or experience later. Half duplex, though. An actual conversation rather than a recording.
+AwDae slowly picked emself up off of the floor, staggering to eir feet.
 
-Ey sighed, closed eir eyes, accepted. The things ey did for work.
+Ey was standing, swaying, in the middle of a long row of lockers. And then ey was sitting again. Not from weakness *per se*, but the shock of being in the tech booth and theater sim, and then suddenly being back in high school was taking its toll on eir wits.
 
-*"Hi Ioan,"* came Dear's voice. It was still seated on the couch. *"Long time no see, yes?"*
+Ey swiped eir paw from left to right in front of emself to bring up the usual menu.
 
-Ioan nodded, subvocalizing eir response. "Yeah, took you ages. Have something for me?"
+Only, no menu came up. There was nothing in this sim, if sim it was. No global menu, no ACLs. No control.
 
-*"Maybe. We have received a file from someone down-tree. Or, well, hmm."* It appeared to think for a moment before continuing, *"Someone down-tree from me found a file, and she thinks it might be a file from the clade, maybe one of the original ten."*
+Panic crested again, broke the surface.
 
-"Alright, send it over."
+AwDae felt behind emself, reaching for that sense of reality outside of the sim, that cool breeze of the tangible that should be at eir back. It *was* there. Ey could feel it. A cool breath of air on the back of eir neck, but muffled. Only, there was something keeping em from reaching for it, touching it. A thin barrier. A membrane. A sheet of keeping em trapped within the sim.
 
-The file arrived promptly. Eir shoulders sagged. It began with `-----BEGIN AES BLOCK-----` followed by hundreds, perhaps thousands of apparently random letters, numbers, and punctuation.
+And then, with a jolt of pain driving like a spike down the back of eir neck and along eir spine, it was gone.
 
-"What's an AES block?"
+Throughout all of the practice runs, the endless training on the rig that had gone into eir education, that feeling had only come up a scant handful of times. It was the feeling of being forcibly disconnected from the rig through the manual expedient of removing the contacts from the cradles in which they rested. It was the shock of being brought to reality from out of a sim with no disconnection. It was the rush of eir exocortex dumping its core and the interferites struggling to hand back control with the last of their stored power. It was panic made tangible, halfway between electricity and the feeling of missing one's step on the last stair.
 
-*"An old encryption algorithm."* Dear looked a little embarrassed. *"And I mean **old**. We like old things. That's why she suggested it might be from one of us."*
+And with that, AwDae should've found emself back in the tech booth, trying to figure out what strange loop the theater had gotten itself into that would have frozen eir rig.
 
-"You don't sound convinced."
+The lockers never wavered, though, and now ey found emself stuck in eir old high school with no contact to the world outside of whatever this place was.
 
-*"I am not. You must understand that this is not something any of the clade wants known. It is just a name, yes, but it is important to us in a way that is hard to overstate."* Dear sighed. *"Much of the clade is of the opinion that, if we could simply wipe the Name from our minds, we would. For a member of the clade to break that trust is nigh unthinkable. It is acting against our very  nature."*
+Ey screamed.
 
-"You're right in that I probably can't understand the importance here. Still, I trust you on that. A friend, maybe? A mutual?" 
+Ey didn't know how long ey screamed, how many times. Ey didn't know how long ey cried or beat eir fists against the lockers. Ey didn't know where ey was.
 
-The fox frowned. If anything, it sounded less convinced when it said, *"Perhaps."*
+Lost.
 
-"An enemy?"
+Lost like so many others.
 
-*"A valid concern."*
+Lost like Cicero.
 
-Ioan frowned. "I'm trying to square your use of the poet's work in your very names with your desire to forget the Name itself. That sounds like something someone could use against you."
+Or perhaps Aeneas, Odysseus.
 
-*"Names bear power."*
+Sing to me the reasons, O Muse. Sing, Muse, the fatal wrath.
 
-"A memorial, then?" Ey hastened to add, "Sorry. It's probably not my place to understand. We can drop it for now."
+Eventually, ey cried emself out. Minutes, hours. Eventually, eir tail went numb and eir feet fell asleep.
 
-*"Yes. A memorial."* The fox's shoulders slumped. *"Let's come back to it later. I do not want to get too distracted now. Still, we will have to speak more on this soon. It would be good for you to have a more complete picture."*
+*Nothing for it.* Ey wobbled to eir feet, kicked off now ill-fitting shoes, shoes not made for fox paws, and began to trudge.
 
-Ioan nodded. "So do you want me--"
+Ey walked slowly down the halls, memories coming back in a wash. Realities blurred effortlessly. Realities of the embodied world. Realities of online life.
 
-*"You do not need to worry about the file itself. That's why I did not just forward it to you automatically."* Dear paused, then added, *"Though I probably should have. Here I am talking about you having a more complete picture and not giving you everything."*
+Nails on feetpaws clicking against the tile, following the math wing to the student center, a cavernous space that acted as a terminus for all of the different hallways, each hosting a different subject. They spread away from the cavernous room like limbs, a giant insect clutching at the earth.
 
-"It's alright. I'm picking it up as we go along."
+Neither halls nor hub had ever seen a fox. They were supposed to be home to students. To students and teachers and staff. To humans. To anyone, not some lone half-beast.
 
-It nodded. *"It is important, though. Amanuenses form an* Umwelt, *so this is part of yours, now. We will talk about it at the end. Something to keep in mind, I suppose. When we find the key, we will let you know and send over the contents."*
+Inside the student center, AwDae sat down and tried to reach towards reality once more.
 
-"Okay, good. I gave AES a check, and you're right, that's ridiculously old. Can't you just crack it?"
+Nothing.
 
-*"We could. Some of us probably already have. I want the key, though. It's probably a word or something, and may prove interesting in its own right."*
+Ey sagged, rolling onto eir side in eir increasingly frustrated attempts to pull away from the contacts, though that shock of pain suggested those in reality had long since pulled em away.
 
-"Interesting?"
+Frustration, anger, fear. Hopelessness. Terror. All simmered within em, working up to a boil as ey tried increasingly harder.
 
-*"Interesting in that the act of finding the key may turn up further clues."*
+Finally, ey gave up and, hastily brushing at the tears staining eir cheeks, slipped out of eir tux jacket as well. Why keep it? Yet another unfoxly garment.
 
-"Ah. Good point. I'll do some digging on old cryptography, too, and see what all's out there."
+Ey swished eir tail to the side and lay flat on eir back on the cool terrazzo floor. Ey pulled eir suit jacket up over eir face and buried eir muzzle in the soft lining. With paws holding the cloth to eir face, ey deliberately let the tears come. Willed them too. Forced. Screamed and begged. Anything for release from the tension building up.
 
-*"Good fucking luck. Cryptonerds were --- are --- very wordy. There's going to be a boatload to sort through."*
+Time held no meaning. It was a few minutes or hours or days before ey peeled the coat from eir face and stood up once more. Exhausted, ey bent down to roll up the cuffs of eir slacks to keep them from bothering eir feet.
 
-Ey grinned, "I'll fork and research, then."
+It was in the middle of the second cuff that ey realized the absurdity of the motion. In the theater sim, ey didn't have a body, and when ey 'woke' in eir normal sim, ey was dressed only in the clothes ey had on when ey went to bed. Usually nothing. Ey disrobed before disconnecting more out of habit than anything.
 
-*"Good plan. I am going to get back to the hunt, and hey, Ioan?"* The fox's smile was earnest. *"Thanks. Even if I am just running ideas past you, it is good to put in words."*
+So why was ey still in eir tux? Did ey even have a tux in eir wardrobe?
 
-"Of course, Dear." Ioan waved. Ey always felt silly interacting with sensorium messages. Would \#tracker think em crazy? "Thanks for the project."
+AwDae puzzled over this for a moment before completing the cuff rolling. Something to look into later. For now, ey needed to find eir way out. Find eir way *back* out. Or, failing that, at least find one thing ey could finish. One, simple task to complete. Something to make em feel less powerless in the face of it all.
 
-Dear bowed, signed off.
+Exploring, then.
 
-\#tracker was, indeed, giving \#c1494bf a bemused grin.
+-----
+
+The sim was startlingly complete.
+
+Perhaps. Ey had been in London a few years, and before that, on the coast at university. *Was* it complete? Was it accurate? Despair lay around the corner: the thought that the chances of em being able to compare the sim and reality vanishingly small.
+
+In fact, the only thing that seemed to have changed was AwDae emself.
+
+AwDae's curiosity won out. Ey made eir way back to the school's auditorium. It was exactly as ey had left it all those years ago. Trudging up the few steps toward the entrance, ey feared that it would be locked. Missing. Somehow erased from existence, such that it had never been there in the first place.
+
+But the door swung easily beneath eir paw and eir nails clicked against the sound guard in the doorway, leading em into the dimly lit hall.
+
+The house lights were at quarter, the stage lit only by utility lights from the back. All the same, it was enough for em to find eir way to the small sound booth. A counter with a light: off. A bank of sliders and knobs: all zeroed out.
+
+AwDae brushed eir fingerpads along the lower lip of the soundboard. The screws were exactly where ey remembered.
+
+Swishing eir tail out of the way, ey sat on the stool in before it. Ey reached a paw up past the master sliders, just around to the back of the board, where ey found the power switch.
+
+Click.
+
+Nothing happened, so ey reached a little further back, finding the power strip for the booth itself, and toggled the switch on that. The board let out a satisfying pop of recognition as it came to life. The brief surge of power echoed throughout the room as speakers awoke. The theater uncoiled, purred to em, just as the one back in London had done...what? Three hours back? Five? A year?
+
+Ey fumbled with the booth light, finding the ancient dial switch to wash away shadows with lazy red light. Light that illuminated a thin layer of dust covering the board and booth in a matte coating. Light that illuminated countless motes already disturbed. The only breaks in the coating were where eir fingers had brushed the dust away, leaving black slicks.
+
+So familiar. So many dreams. Dreams of flawless performances of breathtaking beauty. Nightmares of feedback and missing equipment.
+
+Acting on a dream, ey slowly brought the master volume up to the spot ey still remembered from so long ago, turned the gain to mid on mic one, and brought the slider up slowly.
+
+Blinked.
+
+A soft hiss filled the hall. The channel was open.
+
+*That doesn't mean anything,* AwDae thought. *There could be anything plugged into the snakehead in the pit. A line with a powered mic. A wireless receiver. Hell, a fault in the system.*
+
+All the same, it was something. Something in this seemingly abandoned hulk of memory was turned on, something else besides emself was making noise.
+
+Ey was about to head down to the pit to check on the snakehead, the terminus for all of the microphone cables or wireless receivers that stretched up to the board, when ey caught sight of a sheet of paper, folded in quarters, tucked between the side of the board and the wall of the booth.
+
+AwDae plucked the paper free and unfolded it, held it under the red light of the booth lamp to get a closer look at it.
+
+There, in tiny print, was a good chunk of the content of the vcard ey had created earlier that morning to add to Sasha and Debarre's deck. Cicero's DDR ledger, containing transactions that comprised votes made, bounties collected, and comments posted.
+
+A note, though. Doubly weird. The paper didn't act like a normal vcard. No menu, no ACLs ey could sense. And yet the closer ey looked at the paper, the more the data seemed to unfold, fractally nested and seemingly infinitely deep.
+
+Ey blinked, and the moment passed. The note once more contained only tabulated transactions.
+
+Frowning, AwDae refolded the note and stuck it into eir trousers' pocket. A small scrap of the outside world stuck in this elaborate fantasy.