ticketmaster

[the ticketmaster is currently always at her ticketmaster booth near the limelight stage.

Some days she might not be in but it doesn't hurt to check.]

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[he glances over at Nettle taking the plunge, and then drinks it]

[You take a drink and you feel something familiar, deep within your chest, a warmth of familiarity of something that you've lost.

You know if you think of one of the following, you'll get more on it.

Family.

Magic.

Lost Memories.]

[sorry other topics, we are immediately zeroing in on Lost Memories as soon as that option comes on the table]

[As soon as your mind locked in to the lost memories, your thoughts start blaring at you:

You drank ocean water.

You just realized you drank ocean water.

That thought sticks with you as the sensation travels through your blood stream, as it searches to return that which was given away. Through your toes, your fingers, your lungs, your throat, and up to your mind, and just like that:

A memory that you've lost, a memory of your Estorian past.

A happy memory.

A memory that you thought you could never have again.

They gave it back.

And you know this is the first of many, not just for you, but for others as well. Answers that have been forgotten in the ocean...]

Oh...

[He covers his mouth, suddenly feeling watery-eyed—it's just the memory of the ocean, surely—but still...

He can process the exact contents of the memory later. Right now he's still reeling from having the memory at all.]

Really...?