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!!!

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[volving]

Ow!

[ Cass isn't shouting, but it's pretty sharp and a little irritated ]

Can't. Don't yell!

[dino_zarf]

Please don't scream.

The baby is sleeping.

[pseudologist]

Calm down. No one's really in your head, any more than you're in ours.

[ofinspiration]

[ Luci sounds more than a little exhausted as she speaks up, like she's still half asleep. ]

Will you shut up?

[theanguissette]

This must be your first time here. It can be a bit disconcerting.

[Phedre remembers her own fear, and keeps her mental presence as soothing as possible]

You are not dead. You have been transported to a place called Liminal Space, overseen by powerful beings called the Trumps. Even death, here, is fleeting. We are connected by a network of thoughts, and while I know it can be frustrating and feel invasive...we are not actually able to leave your head, as it were.

However, you can learn to wall off the thoughts, set them aside in a portion of your mind, and ignore them...for the most part.

I am Phedre. If you tell me where you are, I will come to you, and I will help you as I am able. In the meantime, you must breathe.

[failgoyle]

WHAT HAPPENED WHY ARE WE YELLING?!?!

[cawfullyironic]

-=not only can she hear him, but she can see the words for they are pulsing, glowing orange in her head in moving typography.

she says as she screams into my head like a fucking jackass with a perposterous amount of fireworks shoved so far up her posterior that it's like independance day shrieking out of her unhinged maw