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(Semi Closed) Bingo time!

WHO: Ritsu and others plus you!
WHERE: Everywhere
WHEN: 07/04-07/31
WHAT: Wanting to find out a little more Ritsu decides to play this game of bingo and hopefully get some answers.
WARNINGS: None yet, will update as needed.

((Ritsu's Bingo card is here feel free to throw some ideas at me on at

blazeburn or through a pm! I am more than happy to help you fill some Bingo cards out too! I'm also going to leave some open prompts too for general spaces! So feel free to tag them!))

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[She steps aside, and the horrors only partially visible are now there in full view. Mainly, the piles and piles of clutter everywhere, objects seemingly haphazardly placed all around. There was nothing remotely orderly about its layout, yet to Maggie, it was organized. She perfectly navigated her way over to the (oddly clean) couch without much trouble, and in fact, she knew where almost everything was. Well, besides objects she easily misplaced. Like keys. Fuck keys.]

"Well, this is my place. Underwhelming, I know."

[Inside he can see everything completely and it is a huge mess. How is she living in a room like this? Is it true that people like this are smart? He read somewhere that geniuses are messy, but that might be weird to imagine.]

...it's kind of overwhelming...

"Well, it's not once you get used to the mess." [Actually, Maggie's messiness was more due to just her being someone who didn't much care about the appearance of her surroundings. She knew it looked terrible, but she could decently navigate through it and it wasn't so messy as to be dysfunctional. So it was liveable, and so she wasn't going to make an effort to deal with it until t became too much of a problem. So really, it was emblematic of how she lived her entire life.]

"Anyways, you going to sit down?" [She pointed to the spot next to her on the couch.]

That can be said about a lot of things. [Ritsu would be able to understand that, a organized mess in a way. Still he moves to sit down next to her and looks around the room. He was meeting a lot of people lately.]

Thank you. Did you finally get to sleep?

"Yes. I did." [Not enough, granted, but it was more than she had before. So, an improvement over "I'm almost literally dead". She is tired still and that's why she is spending the day around the house. She has a show tomorrow and therefore she is taking this opportunity to be lazy as fuck.]

[Lazy was a nice thing to get to do. At least she doesn't look like she's dying right now. Ritsu leans his head back on the couch and yawns into his hand.] That's good...so are you playing bingo too?

"Yep. I might as well play along. Even if this game may lead to our doom." [Because hey, why else would Retrospec give them weird bingo cards? Although, it was distinctly possible they were benign, in fact, that was more likely, but nonetheless she would keep the possibility on the table for her.]

It really might but it would be nice to know if this memory stuff is real? [It would be strange if something weird didn't happen with all of this.] Some of the fills are out there.

"If it is... if we can't believe or memories, can't believe ourselves then our lives will fall apart. Whether we say it or not, we've all been acting under the assumption that our memories and feelings are real. We have to. Or else, then what can we trust is real? How can we stop ourselves from falling into nihilistic despair? Even if I'm skeptical of am this... my heart, I suppose, believes that it is real. That the memories are real. And that's how I have to operate, to preserve my sanity." [She stared off in silence for a while, and then sighed.]

"I really shouldn't be rambling like that, should I?"

[Ritsu looks at her, she really has some feelings about this. Honestly, he doesn't blame her...he went without friends most of his life and even the small thing like someone having a nickname in his memory was new. If it is real then where does that leave them.]

...You wonder what happens if we learn everything?

"Yes. Or rather, where does the line end? When do we stop being us, and start being them? It's a fascinating philosophical concept, if also a somewhat terrifying one." [And philosophy was always a thing she relished in the chance to talk about to a willing audience.]

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...So you think we could lose our current selves completely? What if they are the real us...or vice versa? [It was interesting to think about.]

"Exactly. That's what has been plaguing me about this. How can we be sure that we are the realist versions of us? That is how we act, and if we don't act that way... then we don't act at all. It is truly an interesting predicament, and perhaps the one that people are least thinking about." [She's smiling, and she seems relaxed, yet that couldn't be further from the truth. This line of thought is... something to her, and she knew that the further she thought on it, the more that feeling would increase. Something was off about all of this, things weren't lining up, and there was something she knew that she was missing about all this.]

[It was a pretty scary thought to lose yourself...the self you've known your whole life. It makes it like you were always living some kind of lie.]

What would you do?

"...What can you do? If you're slowly losing yourself without any control, you can't fight it. You just have to slowly watch it happen. And you know, you might not even realize it. It could be a slow process of change, or you might just one day wake up as another person. It is unnatural, it is terrifying, and Retrospec is to blame." [This time, there was no veneer of casualness. She clearly was anxious about this, and the concept alone brought upon her a sense of helplessness that was utterly paralyzing. But of course, after her mask slipped for a bit, it came back with a small chuckle.]

"Of course, that's assuming that these memories have the caps ability to change us like that."

Saying it that way really does sound like it's a slow brainwashing?

[Even as calm as Ritsu was he could see he was getting worried about this...but more about her she seems to be hiding some of her feelings on this matter.]

Guess so...but there really is no telling?

"Yeah. Slow brainwashing sounds about right. But hey, least you might get cool superpowers out of the deal or something. Though I doubt that makes up for anything."

[She chuckles slightly.]

"And yeah, I guess so. No way of telling until it happens."

...Powers?

[He might be looking at her like she's a little crazy.]

"Yeah. Apparently Retrospec can give you superpowers or something. Did you not hear about that?" [Of course, there were also weird lovecraftian powers people could apparently get but she thought having superpowers was the only good thing to come out of this. They were cool enough.]

...that sounds more insane than the memories?

[Ritsu isn't sure about how that would even happen? Like waking up with powers would be alarming to say the least.]

"Yeah, but it's happening. I have no idea how, but it is."

[And honestly trying to be rational about it just gave her a headache, so she had elected to accept it and move on.]

Did you get powers?

[That is a lot to take in...no wonder she got a headache.]

"No. I mean, I could definitely have that happen, but I haven't yet, at least." [Which was a small comfort to her, at least. Not having weird superpowers suddenly appearing for her would make things all the worse, as far as she was concerned. But hey, they might be cool or something, and she would personally enjoy being able to fire lasers or whatever. Didn't make them less inconvenient.]

It might be cool...like magic or something right?

[Who knows what type of powers different people might get? It was going to be really interesting to see.]

"Yeah. But apparently people have gotten demon arms and ink blood so, it's not all good." [Though, there were probably worse out there than even that. Truly the depths of torturous superpowers were an utterly fascinating subject she honestly needed to delve further into.]

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