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[fuckyousoleil]

[observant types may notice thin, very thin, thread-like objects snapping through the air, heading towards the gaping void. They work quickly; the seams seem to come together rapidly, smoothly, as if it were nothing.]

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[thekingsgambit]

It seems this place is already onto our latest faction.

[ascendthethorns]

You suspect Sayre?

[thekingsgambit]

Ah, it could be a recent change to the system in response to the gift incident. They could also have suspected this and it could merely be a test.

[ascendthethorns]

The speakers are quiet.

[thekingsgambit]

The speakers never announced the last interference either.

[ascendthethorns]

Which?

[thekingsgambit]

The gifts.

[ascendthethorns]

Everything that Sayre has had her hand in, including the barrier glitches, has been announced. The gifts weren't her work.

[thekingsgambit]

I know. I meant the last time this new faction experimented with this place, Sayre's set neglected to mention it. Though this would be considerably more difficult for them to ignore. Their continued silence on the matter is not like them.

[ascendthethorns]

How are you interpreting Sayre's purpose?

[thekingsgambit]

I think she is merely going through the motions, now that Debussey has returned. She may not know what her purpose is anymore.

[ascendthethorns]

I wouldn't be so quick to insult her dedication to her experiment.

[thekingsgambit]

I find it rather easy to insult. But your point is taken.

[ascendthethorns]

What do you make of what you saw in the tear?

[thekingsgambit]

Not a world, that is for certain. Perhaps the space between the borders. Not safe for easy traverse in any case.

[ascendthethorns]

Time space?