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[Vash wakes up in the morning and eventually rolls himself out of bed. He dresses in whatever is on hand and clean. Today it's a pair of brown slacks and a white button up long sleeved shirt. His hair he pulls back into a pony tail before leaving his quiet and empty apartment.

The rest of the day is spent looking over the journal, a bit of people watching in the square, and then lunch at Seventh Heaven where he's careful to order nothing that could be considered a baked good. Thanks once again Malnosso for that new allergy. Then the day is ended once he enters Good Spirits and stays until he's drunk to the point that he feels numb enough that he can go home, sleep and start it all over again.

That has been his daily routine for nearly a month now. He use to sometimes stop to make sure the Flower Shop had enough help, but it seemed they had enough new people now to care for the place without him and he didn't have much interest now anyway. Once or twice he enters the woods and tries to make contact with Faeren once again, but for some reason that spirit has just gone quiet on him.

Today after a long day of nothing he's sitting at the bar with a bottle of Wild Turkey next to him that he's working on. He's looking over Katie's last message to Wolfwood. Apparently it was about him in some way, not that he could figure out the meaning behind it. He gives up on it for now instead to ask a question that he's been curious about.]

So, according to the Malnosso they're trying to find a way home for everyone. Say for just a second that is what they're doing and they managed to do it. Not only that, but you can pick when you could go home with your memories. Would you choose to go back and change something you did? Or are you afraid that what you did could change things too much?

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[That was a lot more detailed then Vash was expecting and he's well on his way to being buzzed so it takes him a couple re-reads to get it all into his head. Eventually there's a voice response as he doesn't have a pen on him in the bar.]

I don't know, I guess I was assuming the memory thing would stick thanks to the Malnosso meddling. And I have to admit that I'd hate to live on that world that butterfly was destroying. Earth had a lot of butterflies flying around and a lot of flapping going on. [He did say 'had'. Also he is a little drunk. Maybe just just misspoke.]

[Derek: (usually) relatively taciturn in verbal exchanges...frighteningly verbose on paper. Sorry, dude. He will realize that Vash sounds pretty damn drunk, though, and turn on the microphone.]

It's part of the theory that's used to illustrate the point. It's not the whole chain of theorized events, though. Just the start of it.

It might make sense later.

Earth, huh?

It doesn't need to make sense I suppose. Just a bit of random thinking and daydreaming. [Because if he could have changed that one action, how much better would things have been? Something he's been rolling over in his head lately.]

Yeah, Earth. A lot of people seem to be from there. Are you not?

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I am. From around two thousand A.D. United States. Dunno if that means anything to you, though. Seems to be a decent amount of variation on the theme around here.

Two thousand A.D, huh? [His mind automatically flashes up some of the old images on the computer that Joey had used to teach him and Knives of the planet Earth.]

Not a whole lot I'm afraid. I'm from the Planet Gunsmoke. [He could say how even the people on Gunsmoke who weren't over a hundred years old had heard of the mystical Earth. Where there were trees and such, but that's talking too much of his past that he doesn't want to get into right now.]

Gunsmoke?

...That's actually the name of a TV series I used to watch when I grew up. An old western. Interesting.

Really? An old western? Because you could almost consider Gunsmoke an old western planet some days.

Huh. I'd say maybe that was intentional...but...unless your ancestors settled from Earth.

Maybe it's a coincidence.

Yeah, maybe... I doubt I'll ever know.