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[devoutish]

Yeah?

[That's it, that's all you get.]

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[fanboyascended]

Starting to think normal here's pretty relative, but glad to hear your made it out okay.

[devoutish]

{"Okay" is definitely a stretch, but he'll leave that part out.]

Yeah. And yourself? That was your first particularly awful occurrence, wasn't it.

[fanboyascended]

The first one here. Not really sure how it stacks up against home.

[ Billy made it out relatively alright in this event, the horrorshow that had been his mother-parents-brothers-fiance aside. ]

Do you think they were telling the truth?

[devoutish]

They who? The anomalies? The stuff Beckett posted on the network?

[fanboyascended]

Yeah. All that. About what they are.

[devoutish]

Hard to say. I think they're more likely to be a trick.

Mine didn't look a thing like his.

[fanboyascended]

God, I hope so.

What did yours look like?

[devoutish]

Like a person. A whole person.

[fanboyascended]

I am intensely jealous right now.

[devoutish]

You shouldn't be.


[His voice is weary and sad, and he's not even bothering to try to hide that fact.]

[fanboyascended]

You're right. Sorry, that was ... insensitive.

[devoutish]

Either way - they were illusions. Mine wasn't Fiona, and yours wasn't whatever you saw. Understand?

[fanboyascended]

I understand. Just not sure I agree. It makes sense, doesn't it?

[devoutish]

We've seen this sort of thing before, kid. Norfinbury pulls from our memories to create monsters that will terrify us. It's extremely unlikely that they aren't illusions.

[fanboyascended]

If you say so. You'd know better than me.