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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shayuri" data-source="post: 3976388" data-attributes="member: 4936">The woman who has named herself, sarcastically at first, 'Facade,' wakes up late...at ten in the morning. She's a night owl, she's found. Stays up late, gets up late. Has she always been?She showers. It's a habit. Habits are about all she has left. Standing under the stream of hot water, she makes choices about her body.  How big around should her waist be? Chest? Hips? What shade skin? Hair? Eyes? Male? Female?She's found she prefers female greatly. Hopefully that's because that's what she is. Otherwise...well, what difference did it make?After the shower she brushes her hair slowly while staring at her face in the mirror. It's not HER face, strictly speaking. She made it up. Making up faces wasn't easy, but she seemed pretty good at it. Oh, at first there'd been some weird cheekbones, jutting chins, unibrows...but with a little practice...she could whip up anything from a nondescript middle age matron to a stunning supermodel. Or imitate faces. Or entire bodies.Right now Facade sported a rather cute, if mousy, face with long straight brown hair, a spatter of freckles, and wide blue eyes that looked like they needed spectacles. She called it 'the Librarian.' The Librarian's body was slim and petite...a little tall for her proportions, but not overly so. Small hands, small feet, small bust... In the 'wild' she'd wear dresses with long skirts, and lace on the hems and around the wrists. She'd attend church religiously, but not because she was religious...rather because that's what was expected of her.Staring at her, Facade wondered again if she might BE the Librarian. How else could she know so much about her? She could hear the voice, knew the turns of phrase...the little likes and dislikes. And yet none of it was really a MEMORY. It was all instinctive somehow. Like knowing how to drive.Not for the first time, Facade reflected unhappily on her situation as she got dressed. The others lacked memory too, but at least they knew their -faces-. The problem with having amnesia and having the power to change your appearance was that...you had no idea which appearance was your "real" one. Maybe that's why she was so restless here.  Maybe that's why she kept having niggling thoughts about seeing out, going out...just to see, even for a moment. To chase her past, wherever it had fled.One thing was certain...it wasn't waiting here in the Estate. At least, nowhere she was allowed to go.Finally Facade was ready, and about a half an hour after waking up, she headed out of her room and down the stairs to see if there was any breakfast still floating around in the kitchen or dining room.</blockquote>

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