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You give a nod, retracting back into yourself again. No one really liked crying in front of other people, but you hated it. You know it isn’t a big deal, that Dave of all people isn’t going to care. But you wipe at your face regardless and take a sharp inhale as if it would help you swallow it all down.

CG: YEAH. YEAH, OKAY. CG: YOU’RE RIGHT. SORRY CG: I JUST CG: IT NEVER CHANGES. CG: THIS PLACE ALWAYS FINDS A WAY TO SCREW EVERYONE OVER AND IT’S PROBABLY THE SAME WITH EVERY VERSION OF ME THAT’S EVER EXISTED. CG: I CAN’T DO ANYTHING. CG: I’M JUST THE GUY WHO WATCHES EVERYONE DIE.

You cover your mouth, stop yourself before it starts again. You’re not making him watch you cry twice. You’re not. CG: I’VE BEEN HERE FOR *WEEKS* AND I STILL HAVEN’T TALKED TO TEREZI OR SOLLUX IN PERSON. I HOPE THEY’RE DOING OKAY BUT FUCK IF I HAVE THE GUTS TO FIND OUT! CG: IT’S LIKE THE METEOR ALL OVER AGAIN CG: EVERYONE IS EVERYWHERE AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT’S GOING ON UNTIL IT’S TOO LATE TO DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT. CG: AND I GUESS LIKE EVERY VERSION OF YOU CG: FOR SOME REASON YOU’RE STILL GOING TO STICK AROUND. CG: BUT INSTEAD OF ME BEING SOMETHING THAT TAKES YOUR MIND OFF OF THIS GODFORSAKEN PLACE I’M JUST CG: I DON’T KNOW CG: I’M CG: FUCK.

chronokind

TG: something that takes my mind off this place? TG: dude that was never your official job title what the fuck TG: youre still thinkin in terms of what you can do for people or how fuckin useful you are and its fucked up ok it just is so fucked up and hard on you TG: youre not a tool thats meant to make me feel good about stuff youre my fucking friend and i want you to be happy too

TG: this isnt even stressful for me idek TG: youre still you and youre here and thats really fuckin great as far as im concerned TG: so dont sweat it ok thats so far from something you need to be worried about as far as im concerned

You sit on your hands and watch him try to get himself together; your gut churns with a weird, sickening blend of guilt and angst and oh, hell, this is all so fucking weak you can’t stand it. It’s not even that big a deal. You weren’t together very long. Even if you had been, it’s not like Karkat hates you. He’s still here. He still wants to see you and talk to you and help you, for fuck’s sake. The least you can do is hear him out.

TG: dude its ok i promise you dont have to think of yourself as something that makes me feel bad TG: its just not true TG: are you listening to me TG: its not true TG: so dont worry about it ok?

#[ karkat002 ]#cherrykind

asukashikimoney

chronokind

✜ – ❝ you will laugh at my jokes, and you will fall in love with me. ❞

chronokind

❝cant guarantee either of those things kiddo sorry. hey i missed you though. where you been?❞

#[ no dave... where have YOU been ]#[ SORRY THIS IS LATE but omg what a nice surprise... ily ]#[ asuka005 ]#asukashikimoney

spioradfiain-deactivated2015121

Merida takes off the glasses, deciding that she did not need them or like them at that moment in time. She goes to look through clothes once more, until he hands her an odd looking hat. Then again, everything was odd to her here. Merida was beginning to think she was the odd one. Any negative thought she had would be pushed away when she tried it on. It sat atop her curls, but not on her head. With dislike she wrinkles her nose once more and throws the hat behind her.

“Not a hat person.”

With her short patience Merida finally decides she is done searching and is ready to change. She turns to him, arms carrying a few shirts and shorts. “So… do I have to pay for this first? Or can I just put it on?

chronokind

❝weird. id have totally pegged you for a hat person tbh. i mean you have a good face for it.❞ That’s...probably a weird thing to say. Whatever. Move past it. ❝but uh idk i guess you kind of have a lot of hair so that makes sense in a way.❞ Not really moving past it, but okay. It’ll do.

She asks if she has to pay for the stuff before putting it on, and that strikes you as so goddamn endearing you have to suppress a smile. ❝i mean i guess technically you could go either way. like. i know there are people who put shit on and then go to buy it but that always kinda struck me as an in-case-of-emergency option.❞ You glance at her long dress, furrow your brow. ❝my sister would say ‘any fashion emergency is a valid emergency’ though so i guess you could get away with it.❞

❝you gonna try that shit on? ill wait here. i mean if you want me to idk. i dont wanna like be that weird dude who just creeps outside ladies dressing rooms. just all standing out there looking sus as fuck. didnt even come in with a girl they say. id be judged out of the damn store.❞

#[ merida001 ]#[ im back in the saddle again plays in the bg ]#spioradfiain

cherrykind-blog

It’s instinctual for you to hide your face by this point, but you don’t have time before he’s there. All of the self loathing you have been soaking in only thickens. He shouldn’t have to comfort you, not right now. You should be able to keep yourself together but you can’t. Not knowing where to place your hands you let them rest on his forearms, but you can’t even bring yourself to push them away. Even if that would be the right thing to do.

CG: FUCK. I’M SORRY THIS WASN’T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN. CG: NO. IT’S NOT JUST YOU. CG: IT’S A LOT OF THINGS AND I REALLY DON’T WANT TO GET INTO IT RIGHT NOW WHILE THIS IS HAPPENING. CG: BUT PLEASE. DON’T JUST SIT THERE AND ACT LIKE IT’S OKAY. CG: THERE IS NOTHING ABOUT THIS SITUATION THAT IS EVEN REMOTELY OKAY. CG: YOU DON’T JUST GET CUT OFF FROM YOUR MATESPRIT AND BOUNCE BACK LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED. THAT ISN’T HOW IT WORKS. CG: IT JUST ISN’T.

chronokind

The physical contact is minimal, but it somehow manages to be almost too much; your spine prickles and you swallow, hard. But you don’t move. You figure Karkat kind of needs this, in a way, needs to be anchored to the reality that you’re not angry with him. That you’re not going to leave him alone. That you don’t blame him for any of this.

TG: ok yeah you know what youre right TG: it sucks TG: you were like the first person i ever got close to like that and i got realy used to having you and being able to talk to you and shit and its not the same TG: its not and i get it but i still wanna be able to hang out with you and talk to you and shit TG: i cant bounce back or whatever but i can be here for you because i fuckin have to be ok? TG: i cant just not be here for you karkat TG: thats not how it works either

#[ karkat002 ]#cherrykind

justicescales

GC: … GC: TH4HNK YOU…

[You smile softly at him when he tries to reassure you. It’s not that you don’t believe him. You know that he means it. You just can’t help thinking about the difference it would have made if Aradia stayed on the meteor, or if Nepeta or Tavros didn’t die, or if Jade had joined the trip. Even Vriska living changed who he ended up with.

You don’t argue with him, though. You don’t know if there’s anything that he could say or do to get through to you–just as how you don’t think there’s anything Kouha can do about it–so you’d rather pass in making him feel bad.]

OK4Y, BUT 1T 1S K4RK4T, THOUGH

H3S BL1NDS1D3D BY H1S FRONT DOOR

[The contact is comforting and warm and you find yourself leaning against him.]

1 DO NOT KNOW HOW H3 D34LS W1TH M3

4ND 1 4M SORRY YOUV3 B33N SUCK3D 1NTO 1T TOO

YOU 4R3 PROB4BLY NOT US3D TO S331NG M3 L1K3 TH1S, 4R3 YOU?

chronokind

TG: ok i doubt hed put it like that TG: “deals” with you TG: he was like nuts crazy into you for a hella long time and hed probably still tell you youre one of his favorite people alive if not his top fave TG: to tell you the truth i always wondered if hed ever have gone for me if youd like TG: shown him any interest on the meteor

TG: i know thats like dumb and all but its kinda funny how we both have the same insecurity in a way TG: and by funny i mean cripplingly difficult to process and/or deal with

You wrap an arm around her shoulders and sit in comfortable silence for awhile, rubbing her arm in aimless patterns.

TG: i guess no im not used to seeing you like this TG: but TG: in a way its kind of... TG: uh not to be an insensitive douche but its kind of TG: refreshing?

TG: i mean like TG: i always kinda thought you were like indestructible and clever and just like ahead of everyone TG: and like now that i know youve been feelin like this im sorry i felt that way because its obviously untrue TG: but still idk its nice to see all these other sides of you TG: no matter what happened or didnt happen between us youre like one of my best friends in the world so theres that

#[ terezi004 ]#justicescales

psychop0mp

DJ, ease my mind will you?

psychop0mp

‘Yes’ she wants to say, ‘I’m fine’. But that’s a lie, and she’s not keen on lying; not so directly, at least. Hesitation stills her fingers for a microsecond more than they should, and trying to go through with it after the pause would make the lie obvious.

To: timebro From: aradia [ txt ] no not really [ txt ] it’s been a rough week [ txt ] can i come by your place? [ txt ] i think if i try to talk here ill go stir crazy

chronokind

You frown at your phone, drumming your thumbs on the screen in agitation. Something’s definitely up. It’s not like Aradia to be so transparent in her feelings or thoughts.

to: timebro from: dave

[txt] ok cool yeah of course you can [txt] im here now so you can just swing by whenever ok? [txt] ill have some uh [txt] coffee or tea or whatever going for when you get here

#[ aradia002 ]#psychop0mp #[ this is so late rip i havnt been writing at all lately ]

psychop0mp

DJ, ease my mind will you?

chronokind

[ psychop0mp ]

chronokind

If anyone will understand, she thinks, fingers hovering over her phone, it’s him.

To: timebro From: aradia [ txt ] hey can we talk? [ txt ] its [ txt ] well ill explain in person i guess [ txt ] if youre not busy

You haven’t heard from Aradia in a long time, so it’s kind of striking to you that she’s texting you at a time like this. You sit up a little, propping yourself up on your elbows.

TO: timebro FROM: dave

[ txt ] yeah sure [ txt ] anything you want man [ txt ] i can come to you if you want but im pretty flexible [ txt ] you ok?

#[ aradia002 ]#psychop0mp

[ spioradfiain ]

She had been wandering about with no destination in mind. The illness that the world spoke of had not been an illness at all. It was a linking between two people that the illness connected, and Merida could not see the benefit of it. Having escaped a girl that had filled her mind with a past that was not hers, she had hoped to escape for a few moments to think. Overwhelmed, hands were shoved into her pockets, she is brought to a stop as a somewhat familiar face catches her.

“Oh… Hey.” He keeps using words she does not understand “What is a grill?” Merida is never shy about asking questions, and especially not with him since he offered his help. She loses interest in the her question as once again another memory foreign to her fills her mind. She stands in a room filled with objects and furniture not her own, with references and purposes she does not understand. Holding a sword, she holds it up weakly trying to wield it. Her arms feel tired, and she nearly drops the sword as she swings it. She turns, feeling disappointed in herself, in someone else, in everything-

She turns, catches a glimpse of who she is in the mirror. And she is him. It must have looked like she had zoned out, because Dave stares at her concerned.

“… I saw you! I mean… I saw past you. It doesn’t make sense. Not yet. You were in your room and I… I have to go. I have to go or things will get worse.”

You’re about to explain to her exactly what a grill is when her face goes all slack like Raven having a premonition. Uh-oh. That’s unexpected. You want to reach out and steady her shoulder, but you started her acting weird by touching her hand; what if it’s something you --

“I have to go or things will get worse.”

❝whoa hey,❞ you say, knitting your brows together in concern, ❝what do you mean you saw past me. what the hell does that -- whoa.❞

You sway and lean against a lamppost, vision suddenly blurring and swimming. You’re not in Hive City anymore; you’re in someone’s home, a rustic, sweet-smelling someplace in the Scottish highlands. You’re not sure how you know that; all you know is you’re stepping out to a field and whoa mom holy fuck your hands are really small and white and it suddenly hits you what she meant. Past you. She lapsed into a memory or something, right? That must be what’s happening to you now.

It’s some kind of tournament, and it hits you suddenly that all these gangly, ungainly dudes are trying to fight for your hand. It’s disgusting and archaic and it fills you with a deep pool of anxiety -- Just as you’re starting to make sense of it again, you sway back into the present and find yourself face-to-face with the person whose past you were just reliving. You laugh nervously.

❝jk i get it. thats...❞ You trail off, staring at her. You feel a sudden pang of sympathy and an awkward thrill, like you’re witnessing something you shouldn’t be, like you’re intruding on a secret. You shudder to think of what she’s seeing from your head. ❝this is not normal. what the hell do we do about it.❞

( there are certain things you just dont want someone as sunny as her to see inside you )

#[ merida002 ]#spioradfiain #[ splice001 ]

[ cherrykind ]

TG: karkat TG: hey TG: karkat no

You really didn’t expect him to cry. The fact that he’s breaking down like this is almost more than you can take, and you put your hands on his shoulders, the sides of his neck and face without thinking.

TG: karkat dude why are you sorry? dont be sorry TG: none of this is your fault TG: its not your fault youre not MY karkat like thats TG: just fuckin bananas to me that youre feelin guilty about this TG: its not on you ok its just not TG: so dont cry TG: things between us are gonna be fine man i understand how it is and id like to be friends with you ok?

( say that more convincingly next time, and maybe you’ll believe it too )

#[ karkat002 ]#[ im keeping the numbering bc this isnt.......like a different story so ]#cherrykind #[ weh ]

[ justicescales ]

[You bring your legs up to your chest and wrap your arms around them.]

GC: Y34H… GC: TH4T SOUNDS S1M1L4R? GC: L1K3 GC: W1TH YOU 1 WOND3R3D 1F YOU WOULD ST1LL H4V3 3ND3D UP D4T1NG M3 1F 1 W4SNT TH3 ONLY L1V1NG S1NGL3 G1RL ON TH3 M3T3OR GC: 1 4M NOT QU1T3 SUR3 HOW YOU 3ND1NG UP W1TH K4RK4T 1N 4NOTH3R T1M3L1N3 F1TS 1N TH4T, BUT 4T L34ST 1T W4SNT VR1SK4

[You playfully smile a bit at him. You don’t actually know what caused the different pairings, so you don’t really want to try to infer any meaning from them. It would probably only succeed in making you sad, really (spoiler, anything you think about too much succeeds in making you sad).]

GC: W1TH KOUH4 1 WOND3R 1F 1 MOV3D TOO F4ST GC: 1F H4D 1 NOT PURSU3D H1M 4S 1 D1D, WOULD H3 ST1LL H4V3 CHOS3N M3 OR P1CK3D SOM3ON 3LS3? GC: WH4T 1F 1 JUST GOT TH3R3 F1RST 4ND H3 WOULD 4CTU4LLY B3 H4PP13R W1TH SOM3ON3 3LS3

[You squeeze your legs and go silent for a moment, shaking your head to dispel the thoughts.]

GC: 1N MY T1M3L1N3 YOU 4ND K4RK4T 3ND3D UP R34LLY CLOS3 GC: BUT 1 DO NOT TH1NK YOU D4T3D 4T 4LL GC: TH4T M1GHT H4V3 1ND1R3CTLY B33N MY F4ULT, THOUGH GC: 1 STOPP3D TRY1NG FOR 4 R3L4T1ONSH1P W1TH K4RK4T TO PURSU3 ON3 W1TH YOU 1NST34D GC: 1 L1K3D YOU GC: YOU W3R3 FUNNY 4ND 4DOR4BL3–1N TH3 COOL3ST K1ND OF W4Y OF COURS3–4ND QU1CK W1TT3D 4ND 4 HUG3 SOFT13 GC: (YOU ST1LL 4R3 TH3S3 TH1NGS PS) GC: 4ND K4RK4T D1DNT KNOW WH4T H3 W4NT3D FROM M3 4ND W3 W3R3 C1RCL1NG 4ND FRUSTR4T1NG 34CH OTH3R GC: BUT 1 GU3SS 4FT3R 1 STOPP3D TRY1NG TO D4T3 H1M H3 R34L1Z3D WH4T 1T W4S H3 W4NT3D?? GC: SO WH3N YOU TWO ST4RT3D 1NT3R4CT1NG, H3 W4S R34LLY J34LOUS OF YOU GC: 4ND YOU FOUGHT 4 LOT GC: 4ND YOUR FR13NDSH1P K1ND OF B3C4M3 FOST3R3D OFF OF TH4T F1GHT1NG 1N 4 W4Y 1 TH1NK??? GC: SO TH3 D1FF3R3NT YOUS PROB4BLY SH4R3D 4 D1FF3R3NT TYP3 OF CLOS3N3SS B3C4US3 OF TH4T

You shake your head adamantly. You can’t help it; you hate the way Terezi is talking about herself, the way she thinks stuff would’ve gone down with you.

TG: dude thats not it TG: i liked you before the meteor and i wouldve tried to be with you either way TG: like even if thered been 50 babes on that meteor all jonesing for my dick i wouldnt have overlooked you TG: i know that doesnt matter now but i dont want you thinkin thats not what that was about between us ok TG: i really did like you terezi TG: i know it wasnt ME who dated you but i can tell you how much every version of me who made it to that point liked you and it was a lot

Karkat comes up, and your stomach turns over and over, and you mimic Terezi by drawing your knees up to your chin.

TG: so we fought TG: that was our closeness TG: spectacular TG: makes sense why he reacted to me telling him about my feelings and shit the way he did TG: poor fucker was probably blindsided

Still, glancing sideways at Terezi, you can’t help thinking she seems so damn sad. You nudge her and then slide an arm around her shoulders.

TG: dude youre like hella cute and totally rad and whoever your dude is im sure he likes you for those reasons ok? TG: hed be stupid not to

#[ terezi004 ]#justicescales #[ tHOUGHT I REPLIED TO THIS RIP ]

[ spioradfiain ]

People have been freaking the fuck out.

Frankly, you’re not sure what the issue is, or why everyone’s been all in a tizzy over what seems like...nothing. Well, okay, it’s obviously not nothing, but Terezi’s got you thinking this place is all up in flames on a good day, so whatever’s happening now seems pretty damn calm in comparison.

You’re drinking a bubble tea and walking down the street, listening to a playlist, when a familiar shock of orange curls catches your eye and you freeze. Merida. A smile ghosts over your lips and you jaywalk to catch up with her, ducking your head down close to say hey.

❝sup.❞ You flash her a grin, all teeth. ❝didnt expect to see you on this side of town. you got plans?❞

And then, bumped forward by a passer-by, you make the mistake of touching her hand with the edge of your own. ❝my bad.❞ Because you don’t think anything of it. Because you won’t recognize the consequences for a little while. ❝didnt mean to get up in your grill there.❞

#[ merida002 ]#[ splice001 ]#spioradfiain #[ yikes ! ]

[ decemberous ]

A hand props itself upon the spirit’s waist as he contemplates his company. And, momentarily, Jack finds himself subject to the scrutiny of two, the ferret Dave had discovered staring intently alongside his carrier. The silence marks Jack at a momentary loss of words, before to his lips arise something of a subdued chuckle.

“I’d say you’ve got some pretty weird taste in “godly” attire.” The winter spirit remarks. Not that he really has any room to talk. Therefore, it’s in the moment following that his tone sobers in favor of curiosity, a hand outstretching as they walk to skim the head of the critter Dave bears towards their destination.

“I’m all ears though, go on.” Jack now urges him despite eyes steadfast and downcast to the aforementioned ferret. “What can you do?”

The dude makes a jab at your getup and you laugh sharply, like you’re not used to making the sound. Yikes. He’s got some burning skills for a dude who seems to be cold by nature. ❝dude no fair i didnt pick my clothes,❞ you explain. ❝they came with the title. but for the record theyre mad comfortable and like totally cute.❞

He asks what you can do and you shrug tightly. ❝honestly i cant really do anything for the time being except fly for like 15 minutes a day which frankly is kind of bogus. usually i can mess with the flow of time though. i mean as a general rule i DONT because nothing good ever comes of it but. yknow. its a thing i guess.❞

❝what about you though? what can you do. and hey. not to be a dick because youre cool and i like you but its only fair i inform you that you dress like the hobo shepherd from a christmas display.❞

#[ literally a month later thinking id replied to this already.............. ]#[ jack001 ]#decemberous

[ justicescales ]

GC: NO!! GC: 1T 1S NOT H1S F4ULT GC: H3 TR13S GC: 1 KNOW WHY 1M W1TH H1M, 1 KNOW WH4T H3 S4YS GC: 1 KNOW H3S B31NG G3NU1N3

[You fidget. Ew, talking about this “feelings” thing is hard.]

GC: 1T 1S 4 P3RSON4L PROBL3M TH4T 1 STRUGGL3 W1TH GC: 1 4LW4YS WOND3R WHY 1 W4S CHOS3N BY SOM3ON3 GC: OR 1F 1T COULD H4V3 B33N SOM3ON3 3LS3 GC: 1T 1S NOT 4 TH1NG TH4T C4N R34LLY B3 R3CONC1L3D BY MY M4T3SPR1T

[There’s a momentary hesitation before you continue. You picked up on another change in your timelines.]

GC: 3V3N WH3N 1 D4T3D YOU 1 C4M3 UP W1TH CYN1C4L R34SONS 4BOUT WHY YOU CHOS3 M3

Ah, right. You almost forgot there was a version of things in which you and Terezi dated. It kind of kills you to know you broke up, and hurts even worse to hear she was second-guessing herself with you; even if she just said it’s not something that’s related to a matesprit...you can’t help but feel bad. You should’ve tried harder.

TG: i getcha TG: i mean like TG: i guess thats somethin i kinda struggle with too truth be told like TG: im never really sure if someone likes me for me or if they just like me for the circumstances TG: kinda sucks

You hesitate, then speak slowly.

TG: i mean TG: i kinda wondered that with karkat TG: when he and i dated TG: and now that im here and hes not my karkat im pretty sure he wouldnt choose me again TG: im not saying i get it but like i kind of get it i guess idk

#[ terezi001 ]#justicescales

[ thalassus ]

He’s trying not to lose any semblance of composure at the idea that whatever reincarnation might have taken place would’ve done so immediately following the incident, but his stomach drops. He can’t help it. There’s no way Jason would make him wait if he had a say in the matter. Why would he, after he saw the way Percy had reacted to everything?

(Or… well, the way he didn’t after that whole… kiss thing. What if that mistake…?)

“Definitely not a few hours, I… Yeah. I’m Percy, by the way. Percy Jackson.” It’s not like he needs to clarify when they’re on a first name basis, but that’s always stuck with him. He wonders what habits will die off, the longer he stays in this place. “Do people usually lose their memories when they come back?”

Gods, anything but that. “Got that right. I’m just glad you said something, it’s– pretty hard to believe, but it doesn’t sound all that off to me.”

TG: dude i dunno tbh like TG: in all honesty im probably the wrong person to ask TG: i mean i think sometimes they do but its not so much to do with memory as it is with like TG: uh sorry if this goes over your head im like kind of a time god so this shit is second nature to me but

TG: well ok basically its all to do with alternate timelines and shit and like i get the hunch if you leave and another version of you shows up theyre usually from a different timeline or something which explains the lost memories TG: if your uh TG: ...friend is dead then theyll PROBABLY come back and might be back already TG: if like uh TG: idk if its a gf or something then probably you should be asking yourself why she hasnt come back to you already like TG: theres gotta be something serious goin on that you need to address is all im sayin

#[ percy001 ]#thalassus

[ thalassus ]

They don’t really die.

Something shocks Percy from the inside and lights him up, but not in a warm or theatrical sort of way. More of a jittery and uncomfortable one, where he can’t tell if this is just a sick joke or if this world has another trick up its sleeve. Could it really be possible that these scientists can even fight off permanent death?

(Gods, this is bigger than a mess, but if it’s true–)

“Didn’t get the memo, I–” He can’t even finish the remark, eyes already flitting around for another answer, or something to stabilize him. “Glitch, like a game? How’s that even…” Why lie? Unless this is some agent sent his way to confuse him even further, there’s no point. And there have to be people who’ve gone through the same thing, right? Even if no imperial gold is involved, it has to be true.

He grasps something worth living for in the fists that form at both sides and takes in the first breath that counts in forty eight hours. Setting fatigue aside like an old antique, Percy gnaws on the inside of his cheek and doesn’t mask the relief in his eyes, swirling and hopeful and wide. “Look, I can’t thank you enough for filling me in. Dude, I just… Wish I’d known that about a week ago. And don’t sweat it, seriously, I’m good.”

The dude’s lost someone; that much is immediately clear. You try to keep your face impassive and listen to him fumble his way through grateful, half-formed thoughts -- your voice keeps sticking in your throat, like it’d be cruel to tell him what you perceive to be the truth.

TG: no problem dude its just TG: first of all ok im dave nice to meet you TG: second of all TG: whoever you lost would already be back by now like TG: as far as i know the reincarnation is like an immediate thing

TG: i mean idk maybe they just kicked it like an hour ago but if its been any longer than that then like TG: idk TG: you should look for them because like TG: maybe theyre not back and maybe if they are they dont remember being here in the first place TG: i hate to shit on your parade right after giving you what i guess is some good news but yeah like idk this place sucks in general

#[ percy001 ]#thalassus #death 38420948

[ thalassus ]

Inattentive even beyond the usual, Percy can barely hear the other speaking over the ringing in his ears. It’s sporadic, but not enough to ignore an offer to take him to the hospital of all places. Like they could do something to help him. These dreams are really going deep if they aren’t real – his stomach churns at the lingering question he doesn’t want to ask out loud.

“Yeah. Thanks – I’m all right.” Been worse physically - maybe not so much however else. The next part prompts a delayed tilt of his head, brow creasing in the meantime. “The way? What way’s that?”

You frown slightly. He’s obviously not all right, whoever he is, but it’s really not your business.

TG: dude you dont know? TG: (right sorry ok obviously you dont fuckin know) TG: people here like TG: they dont really die TG: i guess its because the scientists figure people think if they kill themselves here theyll wake up in their own world TG: idfk how it works tbh all i know is there was a version of me here that got beheaded and then revived and i know some of my friends have told me it works that way for everyone TG: you dont die you just like...glitch and come back

TG: but like seriously can i help you get to the doctor or something

#[ percy001 ]#thalassus #decapitation mention 432904

chronokind

He’s too tired to bother fighting the exhaustion – yeah, that’s how bad it’s gotten. A piece of him is unsure of if he’s under the pressure of another test considering the past few days and how they’ve drained him of most colors, but Tartarus never seemed like such an elaborate thing. Definitely not one where someone leaves their cell phone (which, mind you, he has serious trouble identifying at first) on a bench, either.

Maybe he’s too tired to walk away, because Percy makes no mistake of approaching the stranger a few paces ahead. Small distractions are good, but he doesn’t think about why. One of those things where you can’t afford to.

“Think you dropped this. Left it for a pigeon or something.”

You’re usually not so careless with your phone, so it startles you when someone tells you that you left it behind. Startles you a lot more when the dude doesn’t just take the damn thing for himself, honestly, but then you think the resale value on a Citta iPhone is probably piss-poor. You take it back, examining the guy.

TG: oh TG: thanks

TG: hey no offense but are you sick or something? because like TG: you dont look too good TG: i could take you to the hospital or whatever even if i think its kinda dumb for hospitals to exist in this place considering the way people die

TG: guess people still need meds for shit though so i respect that TG: i mean idk what id do without my inhaler so

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