Freakout Time [Maybe 2 hours into the new liminal]

[mytearsaremine]

[Not long after liminal changes over, but with time enough for the psychic network to start quietly bubbling again, a voice is broadcast into the fray: and that voice is loud.

For once, it isn't Jules. Instead, it's a teenage girl's voice, and while emotions and tone don't translate over the network without a little more experience than she's had, it's still pretty obviously as much of a scream as one can make when one is brand new:]

GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!

Comments

[ofinspiration]

Oh, that optimism is cute. Try a year or so — it's difficult to keep track of time here. Others have been here much longer.

[mytearsaremine]

Oh geez. Longer than a year? I'm gonna be so old by the time I get back home... I mean, if I can even go back, now.

[ofinspiration]

I'm afraid I can't say much that would be reassuring on that point. I'm certainly not going back, even if the Trumps do get bored of us.

[mytearsaremine]

Why not? Did somebody turn you into something else not-human, too?

[ofinspiration]

...no. Someone murdered me.

[mytearsaremine]

Oh. That's kind of awful. I'm sorry. So you were, uh, you were dead when the god-things brought you here?

[ofinspiration]

Pfft. They are not gods.

But yes, I was dead. Or am, depending on how you choose to look at it.

[mytearsaremine]

You don't seem very dead right now, so I'm gonna go with was, if that's okay with you. Dead people don't talk, in other people's heads or otherwise. They just lie there, being dead.