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*Cal nods seriously*
Cal: Ready.

*Flips a switch to recline the chair, and guides Benny into it*
Ready.

[Benny looks afraid and suddenly uncertain] [Looks for a door]

[Sam stops him gently] It'll be okay, Benny. Just shut your eyes and think of things you like. We're here for you.
[Benny nods and swallows, and sits with Kimmy]

[Kimmy gestures for everyone to sit]

OOC NPC Amelia.

*Cal sits and waits for Kimmy to dish out further instructions*

*Sits next to Amelia*

*marla sits down and waits*

Ready when you are.

[Benny closes his eyes, and Kimmy follows suit] [As everyone sits, they find themselves appearing in a brightly lit courtyard, outside a grey imperial building] [Everyone appears differently, based on their self image]
[Yarrick appears in his mid forties, less scarred and without his bionics] [Amelia appears in her bodysuit with her wings as they were]
[Marla and Yarrick recognise the building as a Schola Progenium, but poorly funded compared to their own experiences] [Everyone else would not know there were children inside, from the complete silence]

*Verdai appears slightly older, with a white coat and grey jumpsuit underneath*
*Feels suddenly uncomfortable*
*Reaches up and pulls a bright blue Hawaiian Speedo off head*
The feth?
*Tosses it*

*Cal looks around at everyone then down at himself and sees little to no difference. Everyone else notices however that his eyes are like those of a falcon's and his hair is whiter *
Cal: So what now?

[Stares at the sky] We need to find out which of these memories are real, and also find that AI and explain to it... that it must stop partitioning Benny's mind to protect him.

[Looks around] This at least is familiar. This was his schola.

I... suppose we advance.
*Staring at the building with dread*

*Marla looks younger, in a elegent dress with a organic leg and arm, blonde hair with sections of diamond blue highlight*

Oh.. Woah..
Hmm a ... No... It is too run down surely...
A schola... ? Its...too broken...

Lets go.. This has to be the main entrance.

Cal: So I'll admit it, I'm entirely out of my depth with this... I'll do what I can, but I'm not sure how to help him in here...

[The building contains several small classrooms, some of which are empty] [Those that are full, are crowded to almost double capacity, with a single teacher] [The children sit silently whilst they are taught, barely moving, and grim faced]
[Several cupboards line the corridor, with signs such as "Time out #1" and "Solitary sensory dep."

[A male and female commissar pair is walking away from the group, towards a classroom]

As am I. I suppose all we can do is try to sort out his memories.
*Walks towards the pair of Commissars*

*Ciri stands up and dust her knees off.*

*Ciri remembers something, and goes to the room to find Nicholas.*

*Cal is disgusted with the way the classes are being taught but doesn't say anything as he follows Yarrick*

*Nicholas has woken up and is talking with Perenelle as Ciri enters*
Nicholas: Something I can do for you?

*Marla walks up and pushes gate open*

This place is so run down... How could this be a schole... *runs fingers over the sign*

But it is... Yarrick.. What happened to be so badly maintained?

*follows dress swishing out of the mud and dirt on floor *

Forgot... *eyes flash and her diamond feur de los in ferasian diaomnd forms round neck and rings on finger*
Now imna battle sister at least

[Sighs] Not every Schola received equal funding. This one was in a poorly managed sector.
[Squints] That looks like Benny's father. [Points at the pair] I never met his mother.

[A deep rumble from outside begins]

*Cal turns at the rumbling and goes to look out a window*

[The sky is darkening and starting to flash in a small area, like lightning] [There's a sensation of something of the light being deeply wrong]

[There's a small sound in the cupboard marked "Solitary #3"]

Can we interfere with these memories?

*Casually stroking wings while looking at the pair*

*Leans down and opens up the cupboard*

*Ciri walks up to Nicholas.*

Ciri: Wanted to apologize for almost killing you the other day... When I was sick from the vampire bite, and dragged you out of bed... my mind was lost in fever..

*passes a dining hall as several children run past*

I feel bad, ivr seen better food in a refugee camp and schedule only has two meals...
How could you send your son here.. There barely above starving...

*runs fingers along a wall looking for answers *

Here.. I see something... *points at a coboard door of battered looking wood*

Oh.. *pulls out a half broke servo skull*
Poor thing....

*shovers*
Somthing is deeply upset here...

That is not right. Daemonic?
*Watches the darkness in horror*

*Perenelle sits back giving Ciri a cold stare as Nicholas shakes his head*
Nicholas: You were not the only one who made a mistake that day, I honestly should've called for someone too.
*Smiles* Don't worry, I'm fine, and you were cured, that's all that matters.

Cal: I don't like the look of that cloud...
*Turns around*
Cal: That doesn't seem normal.

OOC: So close....

*I arrive back in the Room and walk off towards the barracks*

We can to an extent, but only Benny will be able to see or hear us. And the faults, should we find them.

[A small boy is sat in the cupboard, his grey uniform is clean but disheveled] [He looks up] Is it time to c-come out? Sister Oak said my parents were b-being called?

[The rumbling increases in volume, and one of the teaching commissars walks calmly to the window and looks outside] [His eyes widen as the lightening flashes in unnatural colours] [He returns to the class and continues teaching Latin, attempting to look calm]

[The pair of commissars reach the end of the corridor and stand waiting at an office door]

Ooc: if I have to go, I can always make this a multiple session thing.

OOC:
I'm back and I've calmed down some, is it too late to join in on this?