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[notyourutopian]

[Eleanor is sitting at a small table in her bedroom which is still at mutanthaus I believe, her phone resting on the far side of the table to film her. There's a small Christmas tree on the floor behind her, with a little pile of torn up wrappings under it. But her phone is mostly focusing on what is on the table, which appears to be a large,

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[roseintheshade]

This is the substance you described to me before, I take it.

[notyourutopian]

Yes. Well...one of them.

[roseintheshade]

The way you made it sound, voluntarily introducing more of it into your system doesn't sound like a particularly wise idea.

[notyourutopian]

Maybe.

[She frowns at it. Eleanor isn't entirely rational about these sorts of choices.]

Another ability added to what I have could be...useful, though. Considering the things that happen here.

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[selfkismesis]

WHAT
ARE YOU SERIOUSLY SITTING THERE CONTEMPLATING THE MERITS OF STICKING RANDOM SHARP OBJECTS FILLED WITH RANDOM UNKNOWN SHIT INTO YOURSELF?
LIKE, IS THIS SERIOUSLY SOMETHING THAT IS GOING THROUGH YOUR FUCKING MIND RIGHT NOW?
BECAUSE IT SHOULDN'T.
THAT SHOULD BE THE LAST GODDAMN THING ON YOUR MIND.

[notyourutopian]

[Oh, another troll. Eleanor reads the text absently, frowning slightly, though she manages to not ask why he types that way. She's spoken to enough trolls to sort of understand the idea of a quirk. Sort of. Although the shouting text did make her feel like she needed to defend herself.]

It's not completely random. I can narrow it down to twenty-or so things.

[Well that was...mostly true.]

[selfkismesis]

THAT'S FUCKING RANDOM.
AND HOW CAN YOU TELL IT'S NOT SOMETHING NEW?
WHAT IF IT'S JUST SOME FUCKING POISON SOMEONE DISGUSTED TO SCREW WITH YOU?
BECAUSE THEY HAD THE STRANGE INKLING THAT YOU'D CONTEMPLATE PUBLICLY WHETHER OR NOT YOU'RE GOING SHOVE THAT SHIT STRAIGHT INTO YOUR HUSK, AND SACROSANCT, POPULATED BY ASSHOLES AND THE MENTALLY DEFICIENT, WOULD ENCOURAGE YOU TO DO IT.
WHAT THEN?

[notyourutopian]

...No one else here would know what a Plasmid looked like, everyone else from Rapture is gone.

[She looks a bit distant for a moment.]

Actually, I'm not sure I can be poisoned. Even if they did.