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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, FIDDLEFORD HADRON MCGUCKET. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 011.23.581.321 *** teslacoils has joined 011.23.581.321 >> teslacoils has posted an AUDIO MESSAGE. If you wish to listen, type LISTEN01. <teslacoils> Lab hours are 10 AM to 6 PM Mon-Wed, 7 PM to 3 AM Thur-Fri, special appointments available. <teslacoils> I am no longer associated with the Fourth God. <teslacoils> But I will answer any questions you might have about him with the honest truth.

<teslacoils> - main username
<novus> <ordo> <seclorum> <fulcrum> - anonymous usernames
<hadron> <thamnophis> <4eyes> - retired usernames
pixel image by CJ Pythonmelon
voice work by Penny knittinggiantbeanies

Comments

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Huh. Doesn't sound much like her.

[He plops a piece down just a little too much to the left. Crap. It's fine. He can correct for it.]

She wasn't a shy woman, really. If she thought somethin' you'd know.

[thefuckingbeam]

Huh. [Eddie's concentrated almost furiously on the game now, his grip extraordinarily tight on the joystick.]

That's weird, man. Maybe dream-her was just...different.

[YEAH JUST A LITTLE BIT let's go with that.]

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Can't imagine why she would have been.

[It's not like he erased that much to do with her... he understands why his dream of Ford was how it was. He saw that when he saved Robbie from it, and even if he doesn't remember the whole thing all too clear he has the face burned into his memory like a flashbulb picture. He remembers her voice, too, he remembers because Draco --]

... She wasn't a pterodactyl, was she?

[thefuckingbeam]

[Eddie snorts so hard it actually hurts, shaking his head. God, he wishes she'd been a pterodactyl.]

No, man. She was not a fuckin' dinosaur. She was human-shaped.

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Good. Good, she shoulda been.

[He lapses into quiet for a little bit, shifting blocks and trying to make up for his earlier mistake. There was a thread to the conversation here but it's an unpleasant one and he's fine letting it dangle for just a little bit until--]

I'm sorry. If it wasn't all that nice, bein' in my head. It's not always a nice place.

[thefuckingbeam]

[Eddie wants to tell him. Knows he should, at least, more than any overwhelming desire to discuss the experience. But he just can't bring himself to do it. It'd ruin a perfectly nice time they're having.

He grunts a couple times, punching the button furiously to rotate a long block just in time to fit it neatly into a space, clearing three rows at once.]

Fuck yeah. It's—it's okay. Mine's not, either.