Stop Having Fun, Guys

[failgoyle]

[It doesn't take all that long after the return to Liminal Space before someone starts flipping out over the psychic network. The only delay might possibly be his trying to figure out how to do this, a few particulars about his new surroundings, and getting his thoughts in order, though it's not like he spent that much time on the latter.]

Okay, you know what? You know what? Everyone who told me this wasn't the work of the True Fae was wrong. So, so wrong! Stop deluding yourselves! I don't care what you call 'em, Trumps or whatever, they're still True Fae! Then there's goblin fruit all over the damn place in here, and if that's not more evidence this is all the work of the True Fae, then I don't know what is! There is nothing that exists out there that thinks this sort of screwing around with people's heads and bodies and making random people think they're something else entirely and leaving freaking magic fruit lying around is a good idea!

Because giving a guy a pop-off arm and genetic hallucinations and hallucinations from all the pop-off arm and all the other tech is just such a great idea to someone out there, sure, sure. Hell, is this even happening right now? Are we even really back? Or am I just dreaming all this again? Because that's totally a thing that could be happening right now! I could be ignoring something on fire and venting us all into space for this!

And I still have the damn arm! Loose. Sitting here. My flesh-and-blood one came back. So if anyone needs a hand, there you go. There you go.

Comments

[failgoyle]

It's a little late for the horns.

[There's a long pause.]

...you kept the hallucinations?

[itsananimalthing]

Prize for the kid, he got it right. I kept the whole thing. Still a diabolin. Haven't worked out how to change back yet.

[failgoyle]

...you can change back from something like that if it sticks?

[itsananimalthing]

Other people have got forms like this before, yeah. So changing back just takes figuring out how.

[failgoyle]

That...that's not really how it's worked that I've seen...

[Wait, is this something that could get through to him that this isn't his world or Arcadia after all?]

[itsananimalthing]

Well, that's how it works here. I've seen it happen, heard people talk about it. And once I figure it out, I'll be able to take this shape whenever I feel like it, and change back whenever I feel like it.

Just gotta fuckin' figure out how first.

[failgoyle]

But no one's been able to just...change back...

[This is absolutely blowing his mind, and he's almost talking to himself at this point.]

[itsananimalthing]

Look, kid, wherever you come from? This ain't it. The rules are different here. Sooner you realize that, sooner you'll stop freakin' out over every little thing not makin' perfect sense.

[failgoyle]

But where I came from before I came where I came from didn't make any sense, either.

[itsananimalthing]

And did you freak out at every little thing there that wasn't like you expected, too?

[failgoyle]

[After what is a very long pause, there's a very reluctant,]

...yeah.

[itsananimalthing]

[There's a mental sound that might be the equivalent of a snort.]

Then I guess I'll stop tryin' to get you to stop freakin' out about this one, if it's a hopeless thing.