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[repairedbywebs]

The Weaving shudders.

Shudders.

The garage will remain open.

To Employees, Family, George, Jolly, Tony, Light, Doumeki Papa Midnite, Arthur Hellsing, and the Corinthian//unhackable

The warehouse doors will close soon.

Choose which side you'll be on.

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[reaping_havoc]

...Sh-..what?

[repairedbywebs]

Blindness suits you, George.

[reaping_havoc]

Sorry.

But...You don't really think the City's going to blow up, do you?

[repairedbywebs]

No. I don't think so.

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[darkest0knight]

You feel it too...

Wait, what do you mean which side?

filtered;

[repairedbywebs]

I see it.

I mean that the doors will close soon, and I will not re-open them.

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[darkest0knight]

Why? What's coming?

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[repairedbywebs]

I'm not psychic.

But I feel the vibrations, and they surprise me.

[repairedbywebs]

I don't know, really.

But the Weaving shudders and thickens. It's nothing good.

[repairedbywebs]

Reality is changing, Arion.

[jollygoodform]

Right now? Because I'm very nearly certain I'm on the other side. Being in my apartment, that is.

[repairedbywebs]

No. Soon.

When I feel that it's necessary.

[jollygoodform]

All right...but I don't think Harry and the Princess'll like my going down to stay for a while. What with the office building blowing up, they're more than likely to turn a little clingy.

[repairedbywebs]

You are old enough to choose for yourself.

I do not believe that Harry cares for me.

[luna_alchemy]

The Weaving?

[repairedbywebs]

Yes. The Weaving. The truth. Reality.

[luna_alchemy]

Oh. Thank you for telling this one.

[repairedbywebs]

You're welcome.