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Ughhhhh! [ A groan of disgust is such an improper way of starting a phone call. ] I've got a question for everyone! That's what we've been using these stupid things for, right? Right, so listen up if you will.

[ A pause. ]

Or don't. See if I care. I really don't if you're not paying attention or anything. It isn't as though I'm going to find every one of you and shake you until you listen to me. [ Even if it sounds like something she might do. ] I'm not the only one who's remembering things randomly, correct? We've established such things for the most part already.

[ Abrasively clearing her throat before she continues. Hesitantly, she forces herself to ask the strange question that lays dormant in the back of her mind. ]

Has anyone remembered something strange? For example, something like drawing out your own blood with a needle and injecting it into gemstones.

[ It's official, she decides. She must have had some sort of sick fetish in her life prior. If that's the case, why did she just ask a bunch of strangers in her 'second life' such a strange question? ]


Ugh--!! I shouldn't have said anything in the first place! Forget you heard it!
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1) [Catherine's been pacing by the entrance again, but this time it's not in fear. It's... restlessness. She's been hiding inside for days, but nothing's connected here, she can't go anywhere, do anything. But this is conflicting with agoraphobia. Back and forth she goes, before-]

Oh, fuck it.

[Aaaaand out she goes, shielding her eyes against the sun.]



2) [While out on this journey of hers, she remembers something! And is completely dumbfounded by it.]

Hey. On a scale of "Einstein" to "fucking retarded," how bright would you say building a town next to a nuke sounds?



3) [Was her journey done or just starting? She got everything she needed. Some bottled water, a few snacks, some .44 caliber bullets...

Maybe you're near the habitation border. Maybe you're trying to get a group together. Here comes Catherine! ...and there goes Catherine, crossing the line without so much as blinking. The only noticeable difference is there's now a revolver in her hand.]
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[As Lawfer is heading back to his room one day after idly spending an afternoon doing nothing in particular, he stops dead in his tracks right in the middle of the 3rd floor hallway.  The shout is probably loud enough to be heard by anyone in their rooms.]

I'm... dead?!

[audio]
I have a theory to propose about the truth behind this place.  It is the world of spirits.  We are each of us deceased, awaiting the judgment of Hel.  ...Tell me why I am wrong.

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Sep. 26th, 2011 09:35 pm
[identity profile] atomic-overkill.livejournal.com
[Salu, like everyone else in the city, didn't remember anything: who she was, where she came from, just her name. Which was, to say the least, mildly upsetting.

There were probably sensible ways of fixing this, but screw sensible. Sensible didn't get anything done. She was going to take a teleporter out 'cause she heard anemoi was out there, find some, get back to the city, and start remembering. And if anything got in her way she was going to beat it. With a large stick or whatever.

This was probably a stupid idea. Part of her recognized this. She didn't really care. Maybe she used to be more patient, reserved, calm, but there was only one way to find out. Which is why she was about to step into a teleporter and head out to who knew where.]

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