"not here right now.
leave a message. will get back to you soon.
probably."
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NOTE: As of 12/2016, Rey has adopted the alias "Fiona Stransky" when working with the Guard. Something to keep in mind, as Rey maintains a low profile with her involvement in the group. Other than what is mentioned in the Guard records, there is no trace of a "Fiona" identified on the network.
More than once, actually. Whenever I was reset with a new identity, so went any idea that I was not human after all. Guess Gregory pulled some strings to make sure that didn't reflect on my medical records...
[She hadn't thought about it in a long time, let alone bring this up with Oscar at all.]
[The fact that Oscar didn't know (or even knows of Undine at all, actually) is something that Rey never even considered. She just assumes that he is asking for some other reason. A pretty obvious reason, given what she just told him.]
At the Speakeasy. Nick has been staying here with me, too.
[Beyond the experiences he logged from Pleasant Valley, Miss Rey's 'mother' did exist for a time in her world. He knows she could not have been the same young woman who exists in his data records, but the part she played in Miss Rey's history remains the same.
He takes the next boat crossing from the west island to the south island to speak with her offspring about matters that he feels are too delicate to be discussed anywhere but in person. He arrives at Miss Rey's establishment with approximately two minutes to spare. Standing in the entranceway, he scans the room for her.]
[Rey doesn't even bother with a sendoff. She just hangs up and continues her tasks like normal.
[Though it's not really normal, is it?
[No.
[She isn't working anymore when Oscar enters the Speakeasy. Instead, Rey is helping herself to her own wares at the bar, crouched over a barstool with a glass of bourbon in hand. She's easy to spot, being right there, so she doesn't turn to hail Oscar over or anything. He's a smart robot. He has eyes, or visual sensors, or whatever.]
[A few seconds pass as Oscar watches her from afar; not for any particular reason other than a minor feeling of hesitance. He approaches her in an unhurried manner, his footfalls heavy as he crosses the room to greet her.
He stops a small distance away from her to announce his presence.]
Hello, Miss Rey. Thank you for agreeing to my visit. I felt that continuing our conversation in person was more appropriate.
[Should have known that that's the can of worms he was coming over to open.]
Because it was. Of course, you could always say-- [sorry, she's going to be mimicking his voice like an asshole] --"No, 'Miss' Rey, it's not your fault! You weren't in control of yourself." [Snort.] Like that makes what happened easier to live with, or the fact that I see my own hands snapping her neck every day any less.
Why do you want to know, anyway?
[Sorry, Oscar. She doesn't really think you would have any reason to give a damn about Undine.]
[Oscar doesn't answer immediately, processing her response in its entirety.
It is precisely as he suspected. If the Undine he remembers shared likenesses with the one known to Miss Rey, and if Miss Rey was anything like the woman in front of him at the time of the incident, then it could not have been through any ill intention or inclination of Rey's that harm befell her creator.]
I don't claim to have met your creator.
But it was at about this time a year ago that I came into possession of an exhaustive amount of data pertaining to a young woman who went by the name of Dr. Undine Valentine.
[She stops herself before she can continue that train of thought. No, no, don't try to explain, Oscar. Rey sort of already knows and is afraid to even hear what he knows about her mother.
[Not to mention... the awkwardness of her sharing Nick's name in that other happy life they all supposedly lived. She remembers some of those false memories, but they were all so easy to write off...]
It is data that I was made to believe I had recorded. I thought at the time that I had acquired it by way of interpersonal interaction over a notable length of time.
[At first Rey hears differently -- that he had any sort of records, proof that Undine was here. More than a grave marker by the river...
[It has been a while since Rey went there, afraid to find that it did not survive the transition to this planet. She shakes her head, as if to wring out the thought.]
Well, you weren't the only one who... "remembered" her. Nick also...
[Even though she is well aware, she can't help that her face flushes a bit at that. It's always been more of an unspoken fact between Rey and Nick, never something anyone went to her to discuss until now. It's weird.]
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[She hadn't thought about it in a long time, let alone bring this up with Oscar at all.]
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...And I was.
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Was your creator made aware of this?
[Creators?]
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[She's reluctant to mention her father, but:] And Lucas thought I was terminated. Gregory made sure to make it look like I didn't exist anymore.
[For a long time, she wished she was.]
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There is another pause on his end, though it is short.]
Where are you, Miss Rey?
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At the Speakeasy. Nick has been staying here with me, too.
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[Beyond the experiences he logged from Pleasant Valley, Miss Rey's 'mother' did exist for a time in her world. He knows she could not have been the same young woman who exists in his data records, but the part she played in Miss Rey's history remains the same.
He takes the next boat crossing from the west island to the south island to speak with her offspring about matters that he feels are too delicate to be discussed anywhere but in person. He arrives at Miss Rey's establishment with approximately two minutes to spare. Standing in the entranceway, he scans the room for her.]
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[Though it's not really normal, is it?
[No.
[She isn't working anymore when Oscar enters the Speakeasy. Instead, Rey is helping herself to her own wares at the bar, crouched over a barstool with a glass of bourbon in hand. She's easy to spot, being right there, so she doesn't turn to hail Oscar over or anything. He's a smart robot. He has eyes, or visual sensors, or whatever.]
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He stops a small distance away from her to announce his presence.]
Hello, Miss Rey. Thank you for agreeing to my visit. I felt that continuing our conversation in person was more appropriate.
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[Rey shrugs. She spends most of her time here anyway, so it's not like it'd be very difficult to track her down anyway.
[Oscar's comment does make her somewhat uneasy, though.]
What else did you want to talk about? [She should know, but. Playing dumb is easier.]
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He looks up again.]
May I ask you something about what you told me earlier?
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Um, sure. Shoot.
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[Preceded by the barest of pauses, his next query is spoken gently.]
... Why do you believe it was your fault?
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Because it was. Of course, you could always say-- [sorry, she's going to be mimicking his voice like an asshole] --"No, 'Miss' Rey, it's not your fault! You weren't in control of yourself." [Snort.] Like that makes what happened easier to live with, or the fact that I see my own hands snapping her neck every day any less.
Why do you want to know, anyway?
[Sorry, Oscar. She doesn't really think you would have any reason to give a damn about Undine.]
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It is precisely as he suspected. If the Undine he remembers shared likenesses with the one known to Miss Rey, and if Miss Rey was anything like the woman in front of him at the time of the incident, then it could not have been through any ill intention or inclination of Rey's that harm befell her creator.]
I don't claim to have met your creator.
But it was at about this time a year ago that I came into possession of an exhaustive amount of data pertaining to a young woman who went by the name of Dr. Undine Valentine.
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Undine Valenti-- oh.
[She stops herself before she can continue that train of thought. No, no, don't try to explain, Oscar. Rey sort of already knows and is afraid to even hear what he knows about her mother.
[Not to mention... the awkwardness of her sharing Nick's name in that other happy life they all supposedly lived. She remembers some of those false memories, but they were all so easy to write off...]
What... sort of data, exactly?
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[It has been a while since Rey went there, afraid to find that it did not survive the transition to this planet. She shakes her head, as if to wring out the thought.]
Well, you weren't the only one who... "remembered" her. Nick also...
[That's a hard thought to finish.]
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[Mr. Valentine was second to her favorite subject of conversation.]
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[Even though she is well aware, she can't help that her face flushes a bit at that. It's always been more of an unspoken fact between Rey and Nick, never something anyone went to her to discuss until now. It's weird.]
Don't know how that happened. [Or why.]
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She may not have been your creator... but her confidence in you was inspiring, Miss Rey.
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[More like love -- something in which Rey is remiss to admit, true that it is.]
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