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Feeling ameowt the same, myself.
[She pauses.]
About. Goddamn cat thing.
[She pauses.]
About. Goddamn cat thing.
It's either this, the nihilist asshole, feeling like I'm on fire, or seeing anyone I touch on fire. I've got a good rotation going, one for every mood.
[But this ain't about her.]
Are you gonna be okay tonight?
[But this ain't about her.]
Are you gonna be okay tonight?
...I suppose not.
[She wets her lips. Frowning.]
Would you like me to come stay with you?
[She wets her lips. Frowning.]
Would you like me to come stay with you?
No kidding.
[Everywhere has been hollowed out. Hard to believe it was a village of forty once.]
...I suppose what I mean is, would you feel safer if I did?
[Everywhere has been hollowed out. Hard to believe it was a village of forty once.]
...I suppose what I mean is, would you feel safer if I did?
[Camille just stares a moment, unable to process much of anything.]
You... [Oh. Her ears. Camille is now just left bobbing stupidly in the thick, nasty swamp, probably summoning leeches, but still she has to apologize first.] Sorry! I'm sorry, for a moment you were — you completely on fire.
[Which. Sounds insane. And only reminds her of her own still-screaming burns. Camille grimaces and awkwardly makes for the bank, using elbows to help draw herself free.]
You... [Oh. Her ears. Camille is now just left bobbing stupidly in the thick, nasty swamp, probably summoning leeches, but still she has to apologize first.] Sorry! I'm sorry, for a moment you were — you completely on fire.
[Which. Sounds insane. And only reminds her of her own still-screaming burns. Camille grimaces and awkwardly makes for the bank, using elbows to help draw herself free.]
Seems like a waste of an infinite power. Like picking a new car over world peace.
[Uses this wish to push the woke agenda]
What about your friends back home? Everything that's going on there? Nothing I could do to help with that?
[Uses this wish to push the woke agenda]
What about your friends back home? Everything that's going on there? Nothing I could do to help with that?
Too many threads to untangle, huh?
[Camille sighs.]
God. Even when you've got a deus ex machina at your fingertips, the world's too fucked to fix. I don't know where to start, Ash. I hope things can change for you. And for all the kids stuck in it with you.
[She purses her lips.]
If you do think of something, let me know? I'm serious. I don't care about who's earned what. I'd rather use it on something that could make a difference, no matter how close it is or isn't to me.
[Camille sighs.]
God. Even when you've got a deus ex machina at your fingertips, the world's too fucked to fix. I don't know where to start, Ash. I hope things can change for you. And for all the kids stuck in it with you.
[She purses her lips.]
If you do think of something, let me know? I'm serious. I don't care about who's earned what. I'd rather use it on something that could make a difference, no matter how close it is or isn't to me.
[Voids them. Unless you want to rng a location...also throw literally any weekly effects at me i'm open]
Thanks for showing me around, Ash. This place is enormous.
Thanks for showing me around, Ash. This place is enormous.
Two out of towners on a tour, then. I guess we can handle that.
[It's every effect week, she's going to rub her back a little.]
How've you been, since you got here? I know things clear up after you arrive, but...I've been a little worried.
[It's every effect week, she's going to rub her back a little.]
How've you been, since you got here? I know things clear up after you arrive, but...I've been a little worried.
I'm still stuck on believing "it" altogether.
[WHAT HAPPENED THESE LAST TWELVE HOURS. WHAT WAS THAT.]
I'll be glad to put my back to this place, but...obviously there's caveats.
[WHAT HAPPENED THESE LAST TWELVE HOURS. WHAT WAS THAT.]
I'll be glad to put my back to this place, but...obviously there's caveats.
[HELP ME sweet ashlyn]
Well. It'll be a bummer to walk out my door and not catch you around.
Well. It'll be a bummer to walk out my door and not catch you around.
It can be nice. If you can choose when it's quiet.
[There's a streak of melancholy hitting the air between them. Personally speaking, Camille's social net consists of her editor and his wife, who took her in post-breakdown. That's it.
The people here mean more to her than she can say. It'll be gutting to watch them walk away.]
Think you'll go back home straight away?
[There's a streak of melancholy hitting the air between them. Personally speaking, Camille's social net consists of her editor and his wife, who took her in post-breakdown. That's it.
The people here mean more to her than she can say. It'll be gutting to watch them walk away.]
Think you'll go back home straight away?
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