Backdated to sometime during Week 4

[thinkingfire]

Can't--can't break free!

Fusion, unstable, very blue...

[So, hey, the Professor made a terrible life choice and needs a little bit of help...only he may not be in the best of shape to ask for it right now.]

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[thornsofmalkav]

Oh, motherfucker.

Are they electric too?

[thinkingfire]

Normally, I think.

At the moment, there's...more fire. My influence, I'm afraid.

[thornsofmalkav]

Okay, shit, staying far away from you, then.

Okay, uh, you've probably got Matthew's blue angels in you. Just so you know.

[thinkingfire]

That wouldn't be a bad idea, for your own safety.

They've said things to that effect, somewhat. This is...not what I thought would happen.

[thornsofmalkav]

Yeah, well, maybe be a little more choosy about who you merge with in the future?

[thinkingfire]

Oh, indubitably.

[awitchdidit]

Thorne, if you could be a dear and use your psychic abilities to pinpoint this man, I think I can grab him.

[thornsofmalkav]

... I can find dungeons, Bea, not people.

But I think he maybe merged with Matthew's angels. Because they're dead... and Matthew isn't.

[thinkingfire]

That sounds consistent with what they've said, at least the Angels part...

[thornsofmalkav]

Yeah, that was what I was afraid of.

[awitchdidit]

I'm aware, Thorne, but if you can physically look at the man and Livestream me a picture, it'll be easier for me to grab them.

[thornsofmalkav]

I'm not anywhere by the angels.

I can send you a memory of Matthew, though.

[And she does, a glimpse of Matthew as she drags him up the stairs of some basement.]

I have no idea what the angels look like when they're not possessing him.

[awitchdidit]

Well, the image helps. Hopefully I can poll the network and find someone with a visual on him, or this is going to be an actual miracle...

[awitchdidit]

Where are you right now?

[thinkingfire]

Not sure...exactly. Airborne.

[awitchdidit]

Can you portal to Liminal Space or does someone need to come get you?

[thinkingfire]

Not--not sure. I haven't been able to do it myself, and we're fused...

[awitchdidit]

Give me a few moments. If I can pinpoint where you are, I can bring you here...

[thinkingfire]

I would appreciate the assistance, and I'm...trying to break our fusion...

[comebewe]

[the constant background noise of fragmented, disjointed telephone conversations has been buzzing faintly over the network ever since the Blue Electric Angels returned - but now the sound swells, until it's a desperate explosion]

COME BACK!

[thinkingfire]

Ah, no, no...I don't think that would be wise.

[comebewe]

Come back!

We are...flesh is not...we...



Help us!

[thinkingfire]

I wish I could.

[comebewe]

We...we...

[they disappear, then, dissolved into senseless static and fragmented phone conversations]