{Animus}

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[There's the usual static hum on everyone's PCD, as the screen goes black. After a moment, a low flute tone starts up, continuing as a background melody throughout. For anyone who hears it, it would sound vaguely familiar, from their home world- though played inexpertly, as if they couldn't entirely remember how it was supposed to go.]


too soon, too early

not quickly enough

calm down, take a breath we're still setting up
we'll take it apart
you always do

we can carry it ourselves
is it really necessary

^finally, that's better
wait what's going on

Comments

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the other side of

[buntails.livejournal.com]

Here... in Adstringendum?

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

if that's what you want to call it

[buntails.livejournal.com]

Eh?

What do you call it, then?

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

nothing

it's not our world

[buntails.livejournal.com]

Because the scientists brought you here.

But what did you call it when you came?

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

so much credit
so undeserved

didn't call anything anything
called it something else

[buntails.livejournal.com]

So it wasn't. But you weren't from here, either, right? So how did you come here, then?

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

how did you come here

[buntails.livejournal.com]

If it's not you, I don't know anymore.

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

we don't know anymore either
we might know something, though

[buntails.livejournal.com]

What is it then? What do you know about it?

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

...
we're not sure

[buntails.livejournal.com]

You forgot your memories from before coming here?