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[viatorius]

whichever asshole has been moving the buildings around, can you not do that? you're making my job really freaking hard.

( No one is moving any buildings. Clarice has just pretending she hasn't got the weird sickness everyone else has. But maybe right now she's definitely heading into delirious category. Thankfully, she knows enough not to try portalling right now. Sitting down, catching her breath, not panicking. Those are good ideas.

She needs to be distracted. )

and i'm pretty sure the body mod parlour people are trying to induct me into a cult. i don't even have pierced ears!

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[viatorius]

( Softly, and with feeling: )

Fuck.

( Thanks, Alex. Now she has to weigh up being terrified of hospitals against being terrified of unconsciousness. Neither sound appealing. )

Why would somebody do that? Like, what's the point? They're not gaining anything from it. It's not like we all fall asleep and they get to steal our shit. It's just putting a strain on the hospitals, right?

[11calls]

[Alex agreed with that entire thought of 'fuck'. It was something that she'd been thinking of more than once since this whole thing had started, and she hated how many innocent people were getting drawn into it.

So even though Alex only ended up having theories, she decided to tell Clarice the one she was currently working with.]

I think what the person is doing is trying to make us feel the losses that they felt. I'm pretty sure it's why no one's died yet or something like it. But I can promise that the hospital is safe. Two good friends of mine work there, and they are definitely people that you can trust.​ Yeah, it's a strain but... I mean, better safe than sorry?