∂ first found object

[aint-quiteright.livejournal.com]

[The scrape of metal against wood floors is loud, heavy in her ears.]

Si- [Her throat feels raw, the voice tired almost.] Simon?

[There's a bit of panic. She remembers, she knows she went to sleep.]

Simon? [The panic grows, becoming more aware of the actual where of her situation. Where did they take her? What could she have done? Serenity, the hum of her is gone. It's so different... so full of echoes and the ghosts, she knows they had names... things have names and proper nouns are never to forget their - forget. She was supposed to forget. Erase it. It's gone. Like a gap. A space. Empty.]

They took it... Simon? They took it and I can't find something that fits... [she gets up, her arms still bound in the handcuffs, the weight of them heavy as they clunk to the door as she opens it, heading into the hall]

Go to ground. When...? When did we go to ground?

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[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[nods]

Just give him a little time. I'm sure he'll be here eventually.

[aint-quiteright.livejournal.com]

Simon, he always comes for me. [nods, pushing herself around against the wall]

There was a fight. I- I didn't mean to.

[encryptedlock]

[Hey, if she wants to keep the handcuffs on until she feels more comfortable here, that's fine by York.]

It's okay. We do things we don't mean, sometimes.

...You just got here, right? My name is York. I know you probably don't remember me, but I'm a friend.

[And he is sincere about that part.]

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[nods]

I'm a friend too. You liked to pick on me, actually.

[aint-quiteright.livejournal.com]

[she nods her head against the wall, letting her words rush out of her quickly]

Simon, Simon put me to sleep. Things happened and there are things that I'm supposed to forget but I've already forgotten them. It- it was with me and then I woke up and it was gone. I- I need to remember what was there.

[turns again, toward them, her wrists a bit sore from the weight of the handcuffs]

You... you don't have the key.

[encryptedlock]

[Delta files the first part away - her loss, then, it's some kind of memory.]

We'll help you find it.

[He has to smirk at the second part though. Just a little. Pride has always been one of his worse qualities.]

Don't need a key long as I've got my hands.

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[nods]

Maybe it just slipped your mind for a little while. It'll come back.

[aint-quiteright.livejournal.com]

[she glances to his hands]

You have two.

[encryptedlock]

[Hands? Minds? Yeah, he does. York nods.]

I'll take them off if you want, but you gotta come to me. I don't want to force you if you're still scared.

[aint-quiteright.livejournal.com]

[she'll glance to him and to Lance, extending her arms outward, letting him remove the handcuffs]