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[turbedon]

[A far too cheerful sounding voice pipes up over the Network, the owner of it nowhere to be found in Liminal Space in a rather telling way.]

Ladies and gentlemen, this is your pilot speaking-

Everyone okay? Anyone gone missing after the last Jaunt?

... Any newcomers we need to get off the brainway asap? Because just arriving and then being run over would really not be astrous. At all.

Comments

[turbedon]

Yup, nitrous oxide. It's a painkiller that can leave you a little loopy.

Normally I'd say no to recreational use of chemical gases to induce euphoria, but we could really do with some outducing of the grim mood in general, yeah?

[neverfeltthatway]

...Maybe, but I don't think something that forcibly changes your mood would go over well with anyone. We have little enough choice as it is - forcing a certain mood on everyone would be acting no better than the Trumps.

[Speaking of taking everything too seriously...]

[turbedon]

See, that right there? That's the kind of thinking that stops you from just enjoying the cake and the following sugar rush.

[neverfeltthatway]

...Sorry.

[turbedon]

... It was a joke, Armin. Obviously not that funny but still. Lighten up.