Reverie

[ooc: cross-posted from here; doesn't matter which you tag]

[discussed and cross-posted on the network:]

I've started a master document of everything we know. If you send me what you've discovered, I can work to compile it in chronological order. If you wish to do so anonymously, I'll protect your identity.

[It’s been four days since the Operator arrived in this strange place. Four days of keeping to themselves, careful not to broach any of the half-formed memories floating through a mind that they know can’t be theirs. There’s no point in getting attached, after all. Surely the Lotus is searching for them and will soon be there to help them escape this too-weak body.

At least, that’s what they had assumed for the first day. But then that day had become two, and then three, and then four. And now the Operator is forced to grapple with the possibility that the Lotus is not coming for them. That they are alone. And that, for the foreseeable future, they are trapped in this fragile shell.

They do not take it well.]

Where is the Lotus? [Their demanding tone of their voice is largely negated by how weak they sound. Their face, too, is gaunt and hollow-eyed, even as their brow furrows in frustration.] She should’ve been in contact by now. Does she… does she just not care?

[They’re getting carried away. Funny how they seem to do that in this form. It’s just their luck that its brain would be as overly sensitive as its body. They take a deep breath, trying to get back on track.]

Does anyone know if there are any manner of communication jammers or cloaking devices engaged on or around this station? Or anything else that might make someone within it difficult to track?

Also, I think this body might be dying.