[Holy shit indeed. Rosamund gapes at the screen. Then sets to hunting amid the pillows.]
Are we sure that's real? Is there one of those...oh for heaven's sake. The TV wand? With the buttons. What if we changed the television to show something fake, like all those CEM waves show us?
We could? [Except we are two hours from returning irl and are busy cursing the living within an inch of their lives, so no. We will not do that.] But — wait, there was that blue stuff. Like a wash of blue at the end there, instead of that pink haze.
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week six, friday.
Holy shit, they fuckin' lived.
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[Holy shit indeed. Rosamund gapes at the screen. Then sets to hunting amid the pillows.]
Are we sure that's real? Is there one of those...oh for heaven's sake. The TV wand? With the buttons. What if we changed the television to show something fake, like all those CEM waves show us?
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[DO THEY HAVE A REMOTE... mystery. she also starts looking through the pillows.]
Why don't we send 'em a message through HER-MES? I mean, they'll probably shoot us a reply if they ain't dying right now.
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Do you think maybe something counteracted it?