Bolton's Office Hours

[theoverseers]

[Want to chat with Bolton privately? Here is where you do it! Bolton's office hours will be held in conference room B in the library for approximately four hours in the morning several days a week. During that time the blinds will be drawn and that room will be off-limits unless you're there to talk to Bolton, though the other three study rooms will still be available for use.


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[theoverseers]

[You're a child, is what he wants to say, but he bites his tongue.]

It wasn't because of a noose, no.

[Sounds like he can't tell you what it was, though.]

[curdle]

... Oh.

[ Her hand reflexively goes to hover around the collarbone area, so her fingers touch her throat. ]

Thank you. [ The matter of what it was is one she's not sure she wants to probe further, in here or out. It had been bad enough imagining being turned off from the gallows. She must know, and she cannot bring herself to know. Surely, if she lives long enough, she will. ] Was this meant as a reward? It comes on the same day as the new floors.

[theoverseers]

Was what- oh. The memories?

It's not...really a reward, it's just. A side effect. The stuff that was used to wipe your memories wears off gradually over time. There's no real rhyme or reason to the way they come back, but it should all fill in eventually.

[curdle]

Then... you knew not when I would remember Caleb, nor any thing else. You but knew that I would, in time.

[theoverseers]

Yeah, pretty much.

[He's not going to tell her that she has So Much that he wasn't exactly sure what she'd remembered that morning.]

[curdle]

I am glad to know it. But if you've no hand in what we remember, how great was it in what we forgot?

[theoverseers]

That depends from person to person. Some people...

[Well, they've already figured it out anyway.]

Some people are missing years, others maybe only a few weeks.

[curdle]

But why? [ The fact that she's actually getting answers has emboldened her. ] Why vary it such? Does it even matter?

[theoverseers]

Not...really. After all, everything you remember has already come to pass.

But sometimes remembering something out of order lets you learn something new from it that you were too close to see before.

[curdle]

Everything was in order.

[ She doesn't know that in the slightest, but she wants to believe nothing else will come in to complicate what's already a miserable mess into an even hotter one. ]

Does that mean... any among us might wake a Sunday knowing how we were brought hither?

[theoverseers]

Not quite. But you will know when all of your memories are back.