The Streets of Fandom, Thursday Evening

[onapalebicycle]

George had held it together when she had gotten a letter from her long-lost little sib, Jim. She had cried when Mason asked her who Daisy was, and she didn't even like Daisy. Okay, maybe she did. Sometimes. She didn't wish her dead or anything. So what. Shut up. And the school was thinning out, but the end of the world kept trying to happen here

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[not_the_irs]

"This body dislikes the ambient temperature."

The Auditors were very good at casual conversation among themselves.

[onapalebicycle]

Okay, that was a bizarre thing to overhear. Probably a good sign. Or a bad one. Whatever.

Also, the fact that she suddenly had the heebie-jeebies.

"You're new here, aren't you?" she asked, trying to make her way over as if she was just ... you know, curious. Like someone who liked talking to people. So ... this might be hard.

[not_the_irs]

All three individuals turned to investigate this new human. They crawled all over the island, investing the world with their disorganized... humanity.

"We have recently arrived here," one confirmed with and almost thoughtful expression. Mostly blank, though.

[onapalebicycle]

"Then, welcome," George said. "You look like you could use a friend."

Trying for some measure of easy confidence, and failing. But at least she was walking over, carefully and slowly, and maybe she didn't seem like a threat.

Reapers didn't get super powers. Reapers could only do one thing: reap. And so the relevant question was whether or not these fuckers had souls.