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[fuckyou_chorus]

[an indeterminate period of time ago (mainly because i am too damn lazy to look it up) your characters may have found themselves in the strangest of places - the minds of other people. There, they could learn all sorts of interesting things about their fellow detainees, such as their horrible love for disco

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[moondropkick]

[you find yourself in a lush, wooded area. it's dark out, all the stars and full moon out in the sky above. the forest has a wild sort of beauty, the twisting roots of tall trees mingling with moss and fallen leaves on the ground, rich shades of green and brown in the night.

occasionally, at the very edge of your vision, you may see a hint of movement, or maybe a pair of glowing eyes. as soon as you turn to look, though, there's no trace of what you thought you had seen.

to your left, you can see what appears to be a rough trail shaping between the trees. to the right, the woods seem to grow denser, and you can see fireflies darting among the vegetation.

where do you go?]

[moondropkick]

I'm fine. There's nothing they can do to hurt me.

[hardlyboy]

Who is 'they'?

[moondropkick]

Anyone.

[hardlyboy]

This must be your subconscious.

[moondropkick]

Well, duh.

[hardlyboy]

That means the fabric of this realm can be manipulated.

[moondropkick]

You wanna do something about it?

[hardlyboy]

I would not presume to, no.

[moondropkick]

[huffs, rubbing her nose on her sleeve]

Then why'd it matter?

[hardlyboy]

Do you consider this world to be real or not real, knowing that it exists solely in your mind?

[moondropkick]

It's as real as anything that happened.

[hardlyboy]

If that is the case, please allow me to stay with you.

[moondropkick]

[looks considering for a moment, shifting from one foot to another]

Fine.

[hardlyboy]

[looks down]

Whose blood is that?

[moondropkick]

Some of it's mine. Not all of it.