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[rehandle]

The mission files on the station are corrupted. A sample of 4 for certain, including the crew's most recent mission, enough to extrapolate that the rest could be the same. All files and functions aboard this station are part of Olivia's wider access. While the files exist in the Ximilia's programming, so does the corruption exist within 0-L1V-14. There's no separating them from her without deleting them.

I've asked her to isolate them all and deny direct access requests

DO NOT ATTEMPT to access the mission files directly. The consequences are steep, immediate, and it's impossible to know for certain how far-reaching.



We have the option to delete the files, but the fact that they're corrupted speaks to their significance.

We need to be careful what we do here. Time and reality are fickle friends on the best of days. Aboard the Ximilia we have no universal law to fall back on.

If anyone has any further insight, good time to share with the class.



[ It's somewhat disjointed, peppered with wizardly wisdom, thoughts ordered until they're interrupted by themselves and then fall back into line again - but he's said everything he needs to say, and he can manage the rest in shorter bursts if people get back to him. It'll do. ]


( ooc. Stephen had a chat with Olivia and ended up having a not good very bad time. Feel free to infoshare, theorise and threadjack etc to your heart's content! )

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[blackfire]

（ and so, he murmurs the word — tsukuyomi. the world around them shifts, stops, and then falls away. instead, they are at the top of a stone monument looking out over a sedate looking village. itachi is sitting on the cliffside, one leg drawn up with an arm wrapped around it, the other dangling off the edge. there is a sort of peacefulness to him here that is absent in the 'real' world, a belonging. there is no mistaking this place as being his home.

the illusion is a perfect one, as complete as can be made. stephen will be able to smell the food below them in the village, things being grilled or fried or baked. there are the ambient sounds of a city, the occasional yowl of a cat or bark of a dog. the laughter of children is carried on the wind, as well as the sounds of transit, and birds, and bugs.

the air is clean and sweet and green in a way that speaks to the massive expanse of forest that seems to have shrouded the city from easy view, and the sunlight on the skin is warm as a kiss.

his free hand lifts, and gestures without looking for stephen to sit beside him. ）

I am sorry for what you experienced with Olivia.

（ funny, how it's easier to express sympathy in this place — where they cannot be overheard, where there is a guarantee it will not go beyond they two. ）

[rehandle]

[ It's impeccable work. One second they're in the drab surrounds of a dilapidated station, the next he is as physically present in another place as one can be without moving a step. He spends a moment or two taking it in, the vibrancy of colour and of scent, all of it in many ways more real than the memories they've been transported to of late - more immediate somehow, the difference between a place invoked intentionally and a place dragged up from the recesses of a mind.

But there's Itachi, and Stephen when summoned settles down beside him, cross-legged and looking out on the village he's created, eyes staying fixed on the view even when the sympathy is shared.

Immediately, a dismissive shake of his head. Not an outright rejection of the sentiment, just... it is what it is. But as he searches for something to say that isn't too dishonest (I'm fine) or too truthful (thanks) and comes up empty, that shake of the head is overridden by a nod, a glance, brief acceptance. The closest he can allow himself to gratitude. The privacy doesn't seem to have the same effect on a man whose bad habits have had longer to form.

When he finally looks Itachi's way in earnest, it's with an expression fixed and betraying as little of his own discomfort as he can reasonably disguise behind a well placed crease between the brows. ]

Is that what you wanted to discuss?

[ Moving on. ]