http://obscura-prodigy.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] obscura-prodigy.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92010-09-16 11:50 pm

Unforgotten [Openish]

Shortly after the mission to fight GLaDOS, Vega remembered something. A little niggling feeling that had been in the back of his mind for a while finally crept forward. People were missing. People he knew.

Chief among these were Roxie Schreiber and Yuri Otani, two of the best friends he's had on this ship. They've been missing for... he's not sure how long, but it still feels wrong to not have noticed their absence.

But they're not dead or anything, right? Just gone.

It still feels weird. He feels like he needs to do something, if only for the memory. Vega heads down to the city, finding the old path to Roxie's favorite hideout.

Feel free to intercept him on the way, though.

[identity profile] in-venting.livejournal.com 2010-09-24 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
"True... come on, if I remember correctly, Roxie slept in one of the back rooms." And she was messy about it, too. Her hand tightened around his as they walked, and she almost expected a half-interested Roxie come out of one of the rooms murmuring, What are you doing here?

"You know... before she disappeared? We had a fight."

[identity profile] in-venting.livejournal.com 2010-09-25 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"She didn't seem to be, but then, unless she was really annoyed, she wasn't much of anything." Which was probably why they got along so well, considering they could both frown while Vega and Yuri carried the smiles. "I hope she wasn't." Sherry stopped at one of the doors and pushed it open with one hand. She held her breath, still half-expecting to find their friend, but the room was empty, save for the piles of junk, and the empty couch from the precinct that had once served as their friend's bed.

Edited 2010-09-30 18:30 (UTC)

[identity profile] in-venting.livejournal.com 2010-09-30 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Sherry let go of Vega's hand and walked into the room, carefully avoiding knocking over piles of things. She picked up Roxie's blanket and folded it. "I guess you're right. It's just pretty unfair to remember this now."

She turned the face of her locket around, "We didn't take any pictures of the four of us, did we? I think I regret that the most."