[Three days into the mingle]

[mytearsaremine]

[There's a new voice piping up on the psychic network, a nervous and stressed-sounding voice. One who has spoken up on the network before, though at least this time she isn't screaming.]

I'm stuck. I'm stuck in liminal space. I-- I don't know how to get out and there's this awful music and I keep sinking in the water or whatever it is and can someone come and get me? Please?

[Guess what. Jolie is back from being torn apart by a Stricken, and she still doesn't know how to make portals. She may also kind of sound like she might be trying not to cry. Oops.]

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[mytearsaremine]

Jolie. It's nice to meet you, Matthew. You know, for reals, with an introduction and everything.

[Since she knows they've talked before. She gives him a grin, or an attempt at one; it comes out a little lop-sided.]

And thanks for the silence protection thing. Gonna brace myself for awful noise while I hunt down my room.

[comebewe]

Here.

[they take a moment, and then liminal up...a fair of earmuffs. Not the fluffy, warm kind, but the ones that are designed to block out noise. They also happen to be blue.]

Probably won't keep it out entirely, but it might help.

[mytearsaremine]

Wow. You can do all sorts of stuff, huh?

[Jolie accepts the noise-blockers with relief, but before she puts them on, she says,]

Thanks, Matthew. I'll see you around, okay?

[comebewe]

Sure. [and then he waves her off]