[The awareness of the need to play this carefully, close to the chest, keeps her attentive.]
I don't remember anything. I have a family that I can't recall and friends that are strangers to me here. [She pauses.] I know how it comes back. I've read the guides. All I need to do is die again, or wait a while--and they will come back.
You don't give a rat's ass who I'm supposed to be here. You care more about who I was. And I need to figure both out, because neither is particularly clear at the moment. All I have is this stupid tablet and what people are telling me.
[She pauses.] I would rather have ended up reanimated in the body of one of the god-forsaken townsfolk here than without a clue of who the hell I'm supposed to be. You and that supposed friend of mine did it, and you didn't get anything for it. He's rambling on the network and Watson is off tattling to the administrator and we have learned exactly nothing--except that the nanomachines carry an imprint of ourselves and our memories and are quite good at getting screwed up. That, and that Sherlock is evidently completely off his rocker. [Even acting, she's talking fast enough and with enough real frustration that she has to stop to catch her breath.]
If time is running out and I'll either need to die or wait who knows how long for my mind to get straight again, then I'll take whatever risks you see as appropriate to start getting some damned answers.
[And she almost believes it, enough that there's a real desperation to her voice. It's just believable enough.]
[There's a long pause as he considers her message. Considers it and tries to think of anything he could have someone else do for him that doesn't involve killing herself. House has actually enjoyed his flirtations with Mary. She plays along much of the time, which is refreshing.]
you wanna take some risks contact hawkins and his crew they're getting the high school and chapel open right now they might need help those are the answers we need right now i'm killing time until i can reach them or they open up the next area
[Congratulations, Mary, you have his serious attention. He just doesn't have much that he's willing to pass off onto someone else, least of all a relatively tolerable person.]
How long do I wait, then? Until Watson's gone off and done something stupid, too? [She hesitates, careful not to press too hard.] Until Sherlock gets himself killed another time--and not the one that earned him a spot on the obituary yesterday. I'm intended to care about these people.
[Rosamund grunts in frustration, running her hands through her hair.] I don't know 'Hawkins and his crew'. I don't even know who falls into the category of "his crew", beyond Hawkins. I don't even know who Hawkins is.
I didn't call you to be deferred to a different bunch of perfect strangers. I called you because we've spoken, as far as I can tell, and at least I know when you take risks you know how calculated they are.
no clue i tried to ask people about it to figure it out but couldnt figure out any pattern i know my time travel worked different than it did for homura but that doesnt explain anything else not when jade and francel had dick all to do with it anyway and didnt seem to have any other connections
Yeah. The people here are a lot cooler than most of the ones I know back home. All the grown-ups, especially. You guys are nice... for the most part. [Magenta had made him cry, but House isn't going to mention that.]
Well, there are a few jerks everywhere you go, apparently. But yeah, back home pretty much everyone was, and I get the feeling it's the same for your world, too, unfortunately. Here- I don't think so.
When we get out of here, I'm going to head to Al's world, instead of home. He keeps telling me about people he knew- there's a lot of decent people there. And alchemy. I think it'd be better.
random samples what if it's not all nanomachine corruption? what if someone really is running occasional experiments? testing limits what better way to pass it off as something else than to stick it in the middle of all the other crap going on?
hm maybe hard to tell there definitely is stuff going wrong here but the shit with the cells proved were not the only ones running around and who even knows with those russians we keep finding clips of have you guys found out anything more about them or are we still in the dark
still in the dark for boris and natasha we know they made it into res zone 3 just based on one of the maps they found scratched into the wall of a building russian words on it my real question is why did those pieces stay we've seen nothing from other sessions and there have to be some graffiti artists out there why are these guys special?
ok i recognize youre going all rocky and bullwinkle on me but just for this can you use any name but natasha also what the fuck is a winkle did anybody ever answer that it sounds like a weird dick euphemism until some smart aleck comes up and tells you its actually some obscure body part nobody thought needed a name until it did like weenis some douchebag in high school cracking up at his bestie ew man i can see you weenis put that shit away dudes all checking his fly but its zipped up tighter than moms lips about the secret of where santas presents really come from ill tell you when youre older junior except now youre older and you coulda sworn weenis had to be obvious like how on the long bulbous nose can you get ween plus a rhyme until dumbfuck mcgee busts past his gigglefit long enough to tell you its your elbow skin and you just barely resist the urge to deck him for the whole experience thanks bro thanks a lot for making me obsess over my possible dick slip in public so maybe a winkle is just that area behind the back of your knee idk i dont want to think about bulls winkles anymore it can stay as much a mystery as why the cold war is alive and well in norfinbury or maybe not alive and well but worth the commemoration of whatever scrubbers usually erase this shit maybe thats why they brought karkat here he used a sickle for his strife specibus before this sorry eve but this alien doesnt know what a marx is and the only little red book hes interested in is if its got romance in it
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