Chatterbox: Down to Earth

REDIRECTING... PLEASE STAND BY...

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you awaken sitting on the fountain.

the fountain? no, that's not right. you've never seen this fountain in your life. it's pretty. it looks like it's made of gold, and the water is so, so blue. 

you become aware of the fact that you cannot seem to remember how you got to this fountain, or this town. you can remember very little, in fact, just some simple things about yourself. you reach into the depths of your mind, knowing this is probably going to cause a gl-gl-gl-glitch-

---STAND BY---

your name is Project 1014-9. if anyone asks you your name, however, you are supposed to say that it is Lola. 1014. Lola. 

Lola is a pretty word, you decide. it is to your understanding that it's usually used as a girls name. does that make you a girl? you do not know. 

you remember how many years you have been alive. how old you are? yes. though mostly they say "this project has been running for..." 15 years. you have been running for 15 years. you are 15 years old. 

you reach up to your neck and feel a small chip in it. you know there are words on this chip. the words say your name, and the name of your Home. 

in your other hand, you hold an origami butterfly. you know it is connected to the person you're here for, but you are not sure how. 

you look down and see you are wearing a purple t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. the sneakers feel strange on your feet, which are used to being bare. the jeans are a size too small. and you do not like purple. 

your hair is long and straight. it is red. that is all you know about your appearance. if you wish to learn more, look for a mirror. 

---STAND BY---

you are famished, and know there is money in your pocket. you walk into a cafe near the fountain and order something called pan-cakes. you hope they taste good. 

while you are sitting at a table and waiting for your food, someone walks in. a beautiful girl. she is about your age, with long brown hair in a braid and brown eyes. she wears a white sundress and sandals. she orders her food and sits at a table across yours. she is carrying a purse, from which she pulls small, square sheets of paper with pretty patterns on them, and begins folding on of them until it suddenly resembles a stag. origami. you look down at the butterfly in your hand. something clicks in your brain. this girl's name is Olive Francis, though soon it will become 1015-6, if you do your job right. and you know that you have to do your job right.

what do you do now?