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[Rose has managed to get settled into her apartment in the Pisces district. It is still fairly bare, but she has hung up the few clothes brought with her in the closet and has a few nick-knacks on the shelves near her bed. She is seated at the foot of the bed, legs delicately crossed as she surveys the watch camera--much preferring already to the strange glasses.

She is still not certain that this isn't just a trick of the dream bubbles or perhaps Lord English--or simply SBURB itself--but her intuition tells her it's somewhere completely new. And that is precisely what worries her. Rolling a small white ball in her other hand, she addresses the video with a small smirk, projecting an air of nonchalance and confidence that is not entirely faked.]

Greetings, my name is Rose Lalonde. I am new to the city and this world, and I would appreciate any advice or information you might have--especially as it pertains to returning to our own worlds. I am afraid I do not have much time to trifle about here. There is much work to do in my own universe.

I would also be grateful to hear if anyone has seen my friends. Their names are John, Jade, and Dave. If you have not seen them, my other companions might have been easier to spot. They are an alien race of trolls with gray skin and horns. I would be willing to barter for information about their safety and location

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I apologize. I should have been more careful in my phrasing. In any other position, I suppose I might be the other you.

[She nods, even though she knows it won't be seen.]

I am confused as well, even if I know that I should not be. After all, space-time hijinks are common to our universe. It was really only a matter of time before I met another Rose Lalonde.

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I'm afraid I don't remember many hijinks, but there might be a few in the crevasses of my knitting bag.

[ Hah, she made a joke only she understands. That's...remarkably sad, actually. Moving on. ]

It's quite alright. There was only one Rose where I came from.

Backtagging!! <3 Sorry I'm just getting over the flu!

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In your knitting bag? What a novel place to store memories.

[Nope, not moving on. Rose's curiosity is piqued.]

Where are you from in the timeline precisely? It might make any future conversation a bit more straighforward if we are sure of what the other remembers or has not yet experienced.

it's okay! <3

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Well, I wouldn't want to leave them around. What if someone took them? It would be a shame to have impersonators, particularly bad ones.

[ She thinks about it for a second before answering. It seems like she doesn't mind talking about amnesia, but she's definitely not extremely comfortable considering she's the only amnesiac around. ]

The last thing I remember was finding a strange girl that was presumed to be my mother in the furthest ring. However, that memory feels far from complete, and I have a certain feeling that there were more past that that I have yet to uncover. Being here, of course, sets a few drawbacks in that sturdy plan.

I still have about nine memories sitting in my bag that I haven't taken, but I doubt they are of utmost importance.

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[Rose blinks again, pursing her lips as she tries to find the most delicate way to phrase the question that is practically begging to be asked.]

I... assume then you are from some alternate timeline? Because I am from past that point in my own timeline, but the have no memory of ever having amnesia. Though, I suppose that would be quite ironic, would it not?

[She frowns quietly.]

You truly do keep your memories in your knitting bag?

[She had hoped it was a joke.]

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Extremely. I had always been told that I would return home as if nothing had ever been different. Given that people who choose to return never come back, well...it would be a bit hard to interrogate them regarding their memories.

[ Hah. ]

Memories come in tangible form, usually with some objective you must complete in order to receive them.

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[Rose nods.]

I see. So even if you had returned successfully, you--I--... any form of us would not have known.

I apologize. This will take some adjustment, and I do not wish to be insensitive with my language.

[She rubs the back of her neck in embarrassment.]

But that is quite an interesting storage mechanism, if a bit inconvenient. I would not be wrong in assuming then that you do not have all of your memories? I hope you are not missing anything vital.

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The more you talk of home, the more I wonder if I'd be better off serving the realm elsewhere... [ She trails off, thinking for a bit before snapping back. ] No, it's really fine. I'm not at all certain as to the proper procedure for discussing alternate timelines with various other selves. As far as I know, there's only one of us like that to begin with.

I do not; at last count I had around twenty. Who knows how many I had left, and what importance they held?

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[Rose nods, quiet and pensive for a moment before the breaks the silence with a surprising, airy laugh.]

So, do you think this place is prepared for two Lalondes? I think the powers that be might have been a bit overconfident.

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They had no idea what they signed themselves up for when making this agreement. It's a shame they didn't prepare more thoroughly.

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Precisely. [She laughs airily.] Can you imagine Kanaya's face when she learns we are in, as Vriska would say, cahoots?

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I can assume she will be positively in awe.

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She is already in awe at having double the Lalonde to antagonize.