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Memory 01 ☆ Memento Mori
Nov. 24th, 2010 11:40 pmWork was usually Stellaris' way of taking mind off more stressful
thoughts, but the current Sphere affliction have added a degree of
uncomfortableness to it. At precisely 5 minutes before and
after her shifts in Housekeeping and Medical, she would be
surrounded by a mist of rainbow-coloured sparkles before any clothes she
was wearing vanished. Thankfully, modesty was not seriously marred. Her
naked body was covered by glaring radiance that dimmed
within seconds, after which she would found herself fully decked
in fancy, frilly costumes. One coworker had told
her the two versions of costume were relevant
to
her work shifts, but the inflection she said relevant
in suggested a double entendre. Not exactly reassuring.
How skirts that short could be practical
for the versatility of her tasks, she did not comprehend, but at least the thigh socks kept her legs warm in winter's
cold.
Another problem is the, um, catchphrase. The urge to add Japanese honorifics to her speech did not matter much, but she had to put serious effort not to slip into shouting ★Magical Multitasker Starry Stella! Meido in the morning, Medic in the afternoon~★ when introducing herself to new patients. And slipped a couple of times anyway. What was a meido, anyway?
So in these days, nights were blissful times. Toweling her damp hair after a refreshing shower, Stellaris sat down on her bed. It felt almost criminal to add an element that might make the night less restful, but there was something she needed to get done. Her clothes were comfortable, her stomach was filled. Her non-broadcasting notebook was already laid down on the mattress. With that, she took out the memory crystal from her bag. One had landed in front of her on the way to Access Point that afternoon, attached to a tie-dyed parachute descending from undetectable origins. Nobody else had been around. As with the leaf-wrapped waybread in the Dojo, it felt like something she could take, so she did.
(The moment Stellaris touched the crystal, the world turned dark.)
As abruptly as it had gone out, light returned. Stellaris found herself back in her room. She rushed to pick up her pen and notebook, ready to record things that seemed important. Having flipped to the pages assigned for information from her world, Stellaris stopped and stared.
Written on that very page, the name she just heard. In Gene-1's handwriting, next to the two names also written by him and one by her, the name she could not read before:
Sniper → Range → Aim
= Lockon
Another problem is the, um, catchphrase. The urge to add Japanese honorifics to her speech did not matter much, but she had to put serious effort not to slip into shouting ★Magical Multitasker Starry Stella! Meido in the morning, Medic in the afternoon~★ when introducing herself to new patients. And slipped a couple of times anyway. What was a meido, anyway?
So in these days, nights were blissful times. Toweling her damp hair after a refreshing shower, Stellaris sat down on her bed. It felt almost criminal to add an element that might make the night less restful, but there was something she needed to get done. Her clothes were comfortable, her stomach was filled. Her non-broadcasting notebook was already laid down on the mattress. With that, she took out the memory crystal from her bag. One had landed in front of her on the way to Access Point that afternoon, attached to a tie-dyed parachute descending from undetectable origins. Nobody else had been around. As with the leaf-wrapped waybread in the Dojo, it felt like something she could take, so she did.
(The moment Stellaris touched the crystal, the world turned dark.)
As abruptly as it had gone out, light returned. Stellaris found herself back in her room. She rushed to pick up her pen and notebook, ready to record things that seemed important. Having flipped to the pages assigned for information from her world, Stellaris stopped and stared.
Written on that very page, the name she just heard. In Gene-1's handwriting, next to the two names also written by him and one by her, the name she could not read before:
