NPC Inbox.

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NPC INBOX

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the hunger → maya

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[ Maya had a long strenous day. She falls into a comfortable sleep on her bed. Horizontal. Then vertical. She awakens to a place she might not immediately recognize- but it doesn't matter. Those feelings are ingrained as flesh.

The man on the other side of the meeting table actually rises in greeting, hands splayed in... something. A show of joy? Of harmlessness? Of ███████████? But the smile is genuine, exuding relief and happiness between the cracks. Literal ones. One hand brushes over his face, flesh knits back together, There Is Nothing Wrong Here. ]

Maya! There- You have no idea how long I've been trying to- [ Clears throat, sits back down, hands knitted and Professional. ] Where are you?

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[ there's some kind of feeling at the edge of her mind -- something she can't place, but when she sees the board room again, the hair on the back of her arms raises. ]

[ maya herself, on the other hand, is none the wiser. she blinks at this man, hard, trying to place him, frowning a little in automatic concern that there's something up with his face. ]

Um.... I'm sorry, I, um, I'm missing some memories, so.... um... I don't know who you are.

.... Or where I am, actually.

[ there's a brief flicker of her eyes to encompass the room, before it goes back to him ]

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You — you don't—

[Ah. It's clear she's not lying. It's equally clear this distresses him, so much so that a seam begins to open once again down his cheek before, with a brush of knuckles over his cheekbone, it's gone again.]

You really don't remember me? It has been a while, but that does hurt.

We're friends, Maya. And here . . . well, you aren't really here. This is just a place for talking.