04. Video; Now Presenting...

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[The video opens with Silco standing in front of an new establishment in the entertainment district. There is the sound of renovations coming from within, a pile of old debris and broken items off the side that will be repurposed. Still, the sign is lit up announcing the place.

Silco gestured with a hand at the new establishment, the corner of his mouth twitching in what might be his version of a smile.]

This is The Last Drop, a bar from my home in The Lanes. I have been blessed to have it brought here for all of you to enjoy with me. A little taste of my home called Zaun, and it is as rough as it is eclectic.

[He turned to look at the place as the sounds of hammering and saws continued inside. He didn't even seem annoyed at all.]

Apologies on the noise, but it's not in the state I previously left it due to a ruffian having a fight inside before it arrived here. It's unfortunate, but not unexpected given where it came from. Some people can't handle their liquor and emotions at the same time.

Anyway, The Last Drop will be open to serve the community of Aldrip in one week's time. I invite all of you to attend the grand opening. It will be quite the party.

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[grappler]

[she looks at the ceiling, trying to sort through her own memories. those memories had seemed... so real.]

We did. But... things changed. Again.

[she runs a hand down the side of her face.]

Silco is a piece of shit, cupcake. Also not my dad at all.

[bulleting]

Wait. But I thought-- [that it was the other way around. that vander was the piece of shit, and silco was the good one, and--

damn, she's so confused.]

How do you know this isn't just this place messing with your head again?

[because caitlyn's memories haven't changed again, everything has been the same, since they last talked about it all! so if vi's changed again, wouldn't it be more likely that vi's were the ones off??]

[grappler]

[she scrubs at her face with her hand. why was everything so complicated...]

Because I just... know. That it's right this time. I don't really know how to explain it.

[unfortunately, everything fits better than before.]

Just trust me. I know it's not fake this time.

[bulleting]

[Caitlyn pauses, unsure of what to say, what to think.

But ultimately? She trusts Vi. She doesn't really understand the how or why, but if Vi is telling her this is the truth, then how could she not believe her?]

Alright. I trust you.

[grappler]

[she rubs her hands down her face and sighs in a long winded way. at least Caitlyn trusted her...

which is a blessing and a curse.]

Do I have to rehash it all, or can we just wait until your memories go back to normal?

[bulleting]

I guess not. But how long might that take? I would have thought it would all be out of our heads by now.

[It's not really a question, because she knows Vi wouldn't have an answer. This place loved to mess with them, but it usually didn't last this long. That's why she didn't suspect anything was even wrong until Vi told her otherwise.]

Silco's the bad one. And Vander was good. You don't have to tell me more than that. [She can put the pieces in order just from that, even if it's so strange. How did she get so lucky to end up with fucked up memories lasting this long?]

[grappler]

Who the fuck knows.

[at the mention that Caitlyn didn't need Vi to tell her a whole report, she sighs in relief. she didn't want to explain it all anyway... and hopefully her memories would get fixed at some point or another.]

Thanks. I'm sorry, I just... don't want to talk about it all all over again.

[it hurt too much.]

[bulleting]

It's okay. I know how hard all of this has been on you.

[She reaches over at last, wrapping her hand around Vi's hand. It was already bad enough with Silco when he was the good one. She can only imagine the pain and stress the opposite would cause her.]

I wish I could fix this. I wish there was something I could do to make everything right in my head again.

[But hopefully knowing the truth now counted for something? Maybe the real memories would start to correct themselves? It was all she could hope for, anyway.]

[grappler]

[there's a long sigh, and Vi takes a cigarette out of her pocket and lights it. after a few moments, she takes a drag out of it and leans back on her chair.]

You'll figure out a way. Or it'll just fix itself, who knows. But don't beat yourself up over it, cupcake.

[she's so tired.]

It's not your fault.