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[He backs away, confused. She kind of looks like… no, she’s older than Amyra. And Amyra wears a hijab.]

How do you know me?

I'm your cousin.

[ They think. Maybe. ]

You aren't... usually this small.

I’m— I’m just growing. I’ll get taller soon.

[He frowns and stares at her.]

If you are my cousin, which one are you?

You know. Amyra. Is you last name Sims?

[ Amyra was beginning to wonder if they'd accidentally bumped into some random kid that happened to be called Jon and looked weirdly like him ]

I mean— yeah? Wait…

[He checks the flyer he picked up off the ground earlier. Beyond time and space.]

Oh. Oh, uh—

[He looks down at his feet.]

Sorry for looking at your hair.

Huh? Oh, no, it's whatever, I wouldn't have it out if I cared about people seeing and all.

Sooo. Why are you tiny now? Something happen?

I’m not— I’m just 15! It’s. Time stuff. I’m gonna grow.

You're- right. Time and space. You'd still be in Bour... mount? mont? if I remember right.

Bournemouth. Where did I move?

…Did you move?

London! Hmm, I also travelled to London recently. We work in the same place. It was a bit of a shocker on the first day because neither of us knew.

Oh! Huh. Where do you work?

This place called The Magnus Institute. It's pretty neat. You're actually Head Archivist, so you have a pretty solid position.

Huh. So that’s why the mannequin called me Archivist.

That's- yeah, that's probably it. What did you tell them? To get in, I mean.

I... I didn't mean to. I wasn't trying to get in, I was just trying to find out where I was. But when I asked, they just ignored me and asked for identification. I just told them my name, like I told the bus staff, and they let me in.

[ What the fuck? ]

Seriously? That sounds like some sort of... security issue. Negligence. Damn. Well, welcome to whatever evilcon is I supposed to be I guess.

Uhm. Thank you. What are you doing here?

Originally? I was honestly just curious. I got a flyer and it wasn't too hard to get in. Now? Making bank.

You have a stand? I thought you’d need to reserve in advance to have one. Or something similar to that.

Oh, apparently one was already set up for me. Something about "we knew you'd be here" and "you're not the only one who can sew beyond" and generally just a lot of passive aggressive comments to that effect.

That’s… creepy.

Yeahhhh, but everyone here is creepy. Speaking of, if anyone that looks in his fifties, wearing green usually, and has creepy grey eyes approaches you, tell him to fuck off.

[ Why did Amyra suddenly get a bad vibe about Elias and Jon? Who knew. The universe works in mysterious ways, people. ]

...I'm not swearing at an adult. What did he do?

I'm not sure. Just a gut feeling. Sorry, I get a bit impulsive with my words when I get- thingies. Doesn't matter, it's uh. A bit complicated?

[He just stares at her in confusion.]

Uhm. Trust me on this one?

[ They attempted a confident smile ]

He is pretty evil, he's here at evilcon for actually evilcon...ing. If that helps.

...But you were invited. You're not evil.

I'm probably one of the only ones here not evil. Look around, one of the guys is made out of- dental equipment? Well, pop off I guess.

I saw someone made of ants.

Oh, yikes. And now I know what I want to avoid seeing. Thanks, Jon.

[He nods.]

What is your stand?

Not too far. It's the crappy tent. Over... around there.

[ Amyra points in the general direction of it ]

Wow, that’s… kinda ugly. What do you even do?

I predict things, mostly! It's not very accurate. And apparently where I'm working is enough to get free entry as well.

Free ent... I don't have money! Or a stand. And I was still allowed in!

You work in the Archives in your future, that counts.

Wouldn’t Evilcon have some kind of protocol if someone isn’t yet qualified to go in, even if they are in the future?

It's a bunch of rich people, and you're here, so probably no.

I guess. I think Lola would want me to talk and be nice to them if she was here so I could get their money. But they’re… weird.

Again, guy made of ants. I'm not sure if auntie would even be polite to these people. Speaking of, we should probably hang out in my tent for a bit instead of standing out in the open now that I think about it...

Oh. Yeah.

…Do you think there could be a guy made of mosquitoes?

Probably. Eugh. I'd rather not think about it.

[He nods.]

I hate them.

[Jon’s just been wandering around Evilcon. What even is this place? They let him in because he’s “the Archivist”, whatever that means. What was this? What are these shops? Why were they selling so many weird—]

[He bumps into Amyra. He wasn’t paying attention.]

@devils-of-stardust

Oh- sorry, shit, I wasn't-

...Jon?

[He backs away, confused. She kind of looks like… no, she’s older than Amyra. And Amyra wears a hijab.]

How do you know me?

I'm your cousin.

[ They think. Maybe. ]

You aren't... usually this small.

I’m— I’m just growing. I’ll get taller soon.

[He frowns and stares at her.]

If you are my cousin, which one are you?

You know. Amyra. Is you last name Sims?

[ Amyra was beginning to wonder if they'd accidentally bumped into some random kid that happened to be called Jon and looked weirdly like him ]

I mean— yeah? Wait…

[He checks the flyer he picked up off the ground earlier. Beyond time and space.]

Oh. Oh, uh—

[He looks down at his feet.]

Sorry for looking at your hair.

Huh? Oh, no, it's whatever, I wouldn't have it out if I cared about people seeing and all.

Sooo. Why are you tiny now? Something happen?

I’m not— I’m just 15! It’s. Time stuff. I’m gonna grow.

You're- right. Time and space. You'd still be in Bour... mount? mont? if I remember right.

Bournemouth. Where did I move?

…Did you move?

London! Hmm, I also travelled to London recently. We work in the same place. It was a bit of a shocker on the first day because neither of us knew.

Oh! Huh. Where do you work?

This place called The Magnus Institute. It's pretty neat. You're actually Head Archivist, so you have a pretty solid position.

Huh. So that’s why the mannequin called me Archivist.

That's- yeah, that's probably it. What did you tell them? To get in, I mean.

I... I didn't mean to. I wasn't trying to get in, I was just trying to find out where I was. But when I asked, they just ignored me and asked for identification. I just told them my name, like I told the bus staff, and they let me in.

[ What the fuck? ]

Seriously? That sounds like some sort of... security issue. Negligence. Damn. Well, welcome to whatever evilcon is I supposed to be I guess.

Uhm. Thank you. What are you doing here?

Originally? I was honestly just curious. I got a flyer and it wasn't too hard to get in. Now? Making bank.

You have a stand? I thought you’d need to reserve in advance to have one. Or something similar to that.

Oh, apparently one was already set up for me. Something about "we knew you'd be here" and "you're not the only one who can sew beyond" and generally just a lot of passive aggressive comments to that effect.

That’s… creepy.

Yeahhhh, but everyone here is creepy. Speaking of, if anyone that looks in his fifties, wearing green usually, and has creepy grey eyes approaches you, tell him to fuck off.

[ Why did Amyra suddenly get a bad vibe about Elias and Jon? Who knew. The universe works in mysterious ways, people. ]

...I'm not swearing at an adult. What did he do?

I'm not sure. Just a gut feeling. Sorry, I get a bit impulsive with my words when I get- thingies. Doesn't matter, it's uh. A bit complicated?

[He just stares at her in confusion.]

Uhm. Trust me on this one?

[ They attempted a confident smile ]

He is pretty evil, he's here at evilcon for actually evilcon...ing. If that helps.

...But you were invited. You're not evil.

I'm probably one of the only ones here not evil. Look around, one of the guys is made out of- dental equipment? Well, pop off I guess.

I saw someone made of ants.

Oh, yikes. And now I know what I want to avoid seeing. Thanks, Jon.

[He nods.]

What is your stand?

Not too far. It's the crappy tent. Over... around there.

[ Amyra points in the general direction of it ]

Wow, that’s… kinda ugly. What do you even do?

I predict things, mostly! It's not very accurate. And apparently where I'm working is enough to get free entry as well.

Free ent... I don't have money! Or a stand. And I was still allowed in!

You work in the Archives in your future, that counts.

Wouldn’t Evilcon have some kind of protocol if someone isn’t yet qualified to go in, even if they are in the future?

It's a bunch of rich people, and you're here, so probably no.

I guess. I think Lola would want me to talk and be nice to them if she was here so I could get their money. But they’re… weird.

Again, guy made of ants. I'm not sure if auntie would even be polite to these people. Speaking of, we should probably hang out in my tent for a bit instead of standing out in the open now that I think about it...

Oh. Yeah.

…Do you think there could be a guy made of mosquitoes?

[Jon’s just been wandering around Evilcon. What even is this place? They let him in because he’s “the Archivist”, whatever that means. What was this? What are these shops? Why were they selling so many weird—]

[He bumps into Amyra. He wasn’t paying attention.]

@devils-of-stardust

Oh- sorry, shit, I wasn't-

...Jon?

[He backs away, confused. She kind of looks like… no, she’s older than Amyra. And Amyra wears a hijab.]

How do you know me?

I'm your cousin.

[ They think. Maybe. ]

You aren't... usually this small.

I’m— I’m just growing. I’ll get taller soon.

[He frowns and stares at her.]

If you are my cousin, which one are you?

You know. Amyra. Is you last name Sims?

[ Amyra was beginning to wonder if they'd accidentally bumped into some random kid that happened to be called Jon and looked weirdly like him ]

I mean— yeah? Wait…

[He checks the flyer he picked up off the ground earlier. Beyond time and space.]

Oh. Oh, uh—

[He looks down at his feet.]

Sorry for looking at your hair.

Huh? Oh, no, it's whatever, I wouldn't have it out if I cared about people seeing and all.

Sooo. Why are you tiny now? Something happen?

I’m not— I’m just 15! It’s. Time stuff. I’m gonna grow.

You're- right. Time and space. You'd still be in Bour... mount? mont? if I remember right.

Bournemouth. Where did I move?

…Did you move?

London! Hmm, I also travelled to London recently. We work in the same place. It was a bit of a shocker on the first day because neither of us knew.

Oh! Huh. Where do you work?

This place called The Magnus Institute. It's pretty neat. You're actually Head Archivist, so you have a pretty solid position.

Huh. So that’s why the mannequin called me Archivist.

That's- yeah, that's probably it. What did you tell them? To get in, I mean.

I... I didn't mean to. I wasn't trying to get in, I was just trying to find out where I was. But when I asked, they just ignored me and asked for identification. I just told them my name, like I told the bus staff, and they let me in.

[ What the fuck? ]

Seriously? That sounds like some sort of... security issue. Negligence. Damn. Well, welcome to whatever evilcon is I supposed to be I guess.

Uhm. Thank you. What are you doing here?

Originally? I was honestly just curious. I got a flyer and it wasn't too hard to get in. Now? Making bank.

You have a stand? I thought you’d need to reserve in advance to have one. Or something similar to that.

Oh, apparently one was already set up for me. Something about "we knew you'd be here" and "you're not the only one who can sew beyond" and generally just a lot of passive aggressive comments to that effect.

That’s… creepy.

Yeahhhh, but everyone here is creepy. Speaking of, if anyone that looks in his fifties, wearing green usually, and has creepy grey eyes approaches you, tell him to fuck off.

[ Why did Amyra suddenly get a bad vibe about Elias and Jon? Who knew. The universe works in mysterious ways, people. ]

...I'm not swearing at an adult. What did he do?

I'm not sure. Just a gut feeling. Sorry, I get a bit impulsive with my words when I get- thingies. Doesn't matter, it's uh. A bit complicated?

[He just stares at her in confusion.]

Uhm. Trust me on this one?

[ They attempted a confident smile ]

He is pretty evil, he's here at evilcon for actually evilcon...ing. If that helps.

...But you were invited. You're not evil.

I'm probably one of the only ones here not evil. Look around, one of the guys is made out of- dental equipment? Well, pop off I guess.

I saw someone made of ants.

Oh, yikes. And now I know what I want to avoid seeing. Thanks, Jon.

[He nods.]

What is your stand?

Not too far. It's the crappy tent. Over... around there.

[ Amyra points in the general direction of it ]

Wow, that’s… kinda ugly. What do you even do?

I predict things, mostly! It's not very accurate. And apparently where I'm working is enough to get free entry as well.

Free ent... I don't have money! Or a stand. And I was still allowed in!

You work in the Archives in your future, that counts.

Wouldn’t Evilcon have some kind of protocol if someone isn’t yet qualified to go in, even if they are in the future?

It's a bunch of rich people, and you're here, so probably no.

I guess. I think Lola would want me to talk and be nice to them if she was here so I could get their money. But they’re… weird.

[Jon’s just been wandering around Evilcon. What even is this place? They let him in because he’s “the Archivist”, whatever that means. What was this? What are these shops? Why were they selling so many weird—]

[He bumps into Amyra. He wasn’t paying attention.]

@devils-of-stardust

Oh- sorry, shit, I wasn't-

...Jon?

[He backs away, confused. She kind of looks like… no, she’s older than Amyra. And Amyra wears a hijab.]

How do you know me?

I'm your cousin.

[ They think. Maybe. ]

You aren't... usually this small.

I’m— I’m just growing. I’ll get taller soon.

[He frowns and stares at her.]

If you are my cousin, which one are you?

You know. Amyra. Is you last name Sims?

[ Amyra was beginning to wonder if they'd accidentally bumped into some random kid that happened to be called Jon and looked weirdly like him ]

I mean— yeah? Wait…

[He checks the flyer he picked up off the ground earlier. Beyond time and space.]

Oh. Oh, uh—

[He looks down at his feet.]

Sorry for looking at your hair.

Huh? Oh, no, it's whatever, I wouldn't have it out if I cared about people seeing and all.

Sooo. Why are you tiny now? Something happen?

I’m not— I’m just 15! It’s. Time stuff. I’m gonna grow.

You're- right. Time and space. You'd still be in Bour... mount? mont? if I remember right.

Bournemouth. Where did I move?

…Did you move?

London! Hmm, I also travelled to London recently. We work in the same place. It was a bit of a shocker on the first day because neither of us knew.

Oh! Huh. Where do you work?

This place called The Magnus Institute. It's pretty neat. You're actually Head Archivist, so you have a pretty solid position.

Huh. So that’s why the mannequin called me Archivist.

That's- yeah, that's probably it. What did you tell them? To get in, I mean.

I... I didn't mean to. I wasn't trying to get in, I was just trying to find out where I was. But when I asked, they just ignored me and asked for identification. I just told them my name, like I told the bus staff, and they let me in.

[ What the fuck? ]

Seriously? That sounds like some sort of... security issue. Negligence. Damn. Well, welcome to whatever evilcon is I supposed to be I guess.

Uhm. Thank you. What are you doing here?

Originally? I was honestly just curious. I got a flyer and it wasn't too hard to get in. Now? Making bank.

You have a stand? I thought you’d need to reserve in advance to have one. Or something similar to that.

Oh, apparently one was already set up for me. Something about "we knew you'd be here" and "you're not the only one who can sew beyond" and generally just a lot of passive aggressive comments to that effect.

That’s… creepy.

Yeahhhh, but everyone here is creepy. Speaking of, if anyone that looks in his fifties, wearing green usually, and has creepy grey eyes approaches you, tell him to fuck off.

[ Why did Amyra suddenly get a bad vibe about Elias and Jon? Who knew. The universe works in mysterious ways, people. ]

...I'm not swearing at an adult. What did he do?

I'm not sure. Just a gut feeling. Sorry, I get a bit impulsive with my words when I get- thingies. Doesn't matter, it's uh. A bit complicated?

[He just stares at her in confusion.]

Uhm. Trust me on this one?

[ They attempted a confident smile ]

He is pretty evil, he's here at evilcon for actually evilcon...ing. If that helps.

...But you were invited. You're not evil.

I'm probably one of the only ones here not evil. Look around, one of the guys is made out of- dental equipment? Well, pop off I guess.

I saw someone made of ants.

Oh, yikes. And now I know what I want to avoid seeing. Thanks, Jon.

[He nods.]

What is your stand?

Not too far. It's the crappy tent. Over... around there.

[ Amyra points in the general direction of it ]

Wow, that’s… kinda ugly. What do you even do?

I predict things, mostly! It's not very accurate. And apparently where I'm working is enough to get free entry as well.

Free ent... I don't have money! Or a stand. And I was still allowed in!

You work in the Archives in your future, that counts.

Wouldn’t Evilcon have some kind of protocol if someone isn’t yet qualified to go in, even if they are in the future?

[Jon’s just been wandering around Evilcon. What even is this place? They let him in because he’s “the Archivist”, whatever that means. What was this? What are these shops? Why were they selling so many weird—]

[He bumps into Amyra. He wasn’t paying attention.]

@devils-of-stardust

Oh- sorry, shit, I wasn't-

...Jon?

[He backs away, confused. She kind of looks like… no, she’s older than Amyra. And Amyra wears a hijab.]

How do you know me?

I'm your cousin.

[ They think. Maybe. ]

You aren't... usually this small.

I’m— I’m just growing. I’ll get taller soon.

[He frowns and stares at her.]

If you are my cousin, which one are you?

You know. Amyra. Is you last name Sims?

[ Amyra was beginning to wonder if they'd accidentally bumped into some random kid that happened to be called Jon and looked weirdly like him ]

I mean— yeah? Wait…

[He checks the flyer he picked up off the ground earlier. Beyond time and space.]

Oh. Oh, uh—

[He looks down at his feet.]

Sorry for looking at your hair.

Huh? Oh, no, it's whatever, I wouldn't have it out if I cared about people seeing and all.

Sooo. Why are you tiny now? Something happen?

I’m not— I’m just 15! It’s. Time stuff. I’m gonna grow.

You're- right. Time and space. You'd still be in Bour... mount? mont? if I remember right.

Bournemouth. Where did I move?

…Did you move?

London! Hmm, I also travelled to London recently. We work in the same place. It was a bit of a shocker on the first day because neither of us knew.

Oh! Huh. Where do you work?

This place called The Magnus Institute. It's pretty neat. You're actually Head Archivist, so you have a pretty solid position.

Huh. So that’s why the mannequin called me Archivist.

That's- yeah, that's probably it. What did you tell them? To get in, I mean.

I... I didn't mean to. I wasn't trying to get in, I was just trying to find out where I was. But when I asked, they just ignored me and asked for identification. I just told them my name, like I told the bus staff, and they let me in.

[ What the fuck? ]

Seriously? That sounds like some sort of... security issue. Negligence. Damn. Well, welcome to whatever evilcon is I supposed to be I guess.

Uhm. Thank you. What are you doing here?

Originally? I was honestly just curious. I got a flyer and it wasn't too hard to get in. Now? Making bank.

You have a stand? I thought you’d need to reserve in advance to have one. Or something similar to that.

Oh, apparently one was already set up for me. Something about "we knew you'd be here" and "you're not the only one who can sew beyond" and generally just a lot of passive aggressive comments to that effect.

That’s… creepy.

Yeahhhh, but everyone here is creepy. Speaking of, if anyone that looks in his fifties, wearing green usually, and has creepy grey eyes approaches you, tell him to fuck off.

[ Why did Amyra suddenly get a bad vibe about Elias and Jon? Who knew. The universe works in mysterious ways, people. ]

...I'm not swearing at an adult. What did he do?

I'm not sure. Just a gut feeling. Sorry, I get a bit impulsive with my words when I get- thingies. Doesn't matter, it's uh. A bit complicated?

[He just stares at her in confusion.]

Uhm. Trust me on this one?

[ They attempted a confident smile ]

He is pretty evil, he's here at evilcon for actually evilcon...ing. If that helps.

...But you were invited. You're not evil.

I'm probably one of the only ones here not evil. Look around, one of the guys is made out of- dental equipment? Well, pop off I guess.

I saw someone made of ants.

Oh, yikes. And now I know what I want to avoid seeing. Thanks, Jon.

[He nods.]

What is your stand?

Not too far. It's the crappy tent. Over... around there.

[ Amyra points in the general direction of it ]

Wow, that’s… kinda ugly. What do you even do?

I predict things, mostly! It's not very accurate. And apparently where I'm working is enough to get free entry as well.

Free ent... I don't have money! Or a stand. And I was still allowed in!

[Jon’s just been wandering around Evilcon. What even is this place? They let him in because he’s “the Archivist”, whatever that means. What was this? What are these shops? Why were they selling so many weird—]

[He bumps into Amyra. He wasn’t paying attention.]

@devils-of-stardust

Oh- sorry, shit, I wasn't-

...Jon?

[He backs away, confused. She kind of looks like… no, she’s older than Amyra. And Amyra wears a hijab.]

How do you know me?

I'm your cousin.

[ They think. Maybe. ]

You aren't... usually this small.

I’m— I’m just growing. I’ll get taller soon.

[He frowns and stares at her.]

If you are my cousin, which one are you?

You know. Amyra. Is you last name Sims?

[ Amyra was beginning to wonder if they'd accidentally bumped into some random kid that happened to be called Jon and looked weirdly like him ]

I mean— yeah? Wait…

[He checks the flyer he picked up off the ground earlier. Beyond time and space.]

Oh. Oh, uh—

[He looks down at his feet.]

Sorry for looking at your hair.

Huh? Oh, no, it's whatever, I wouldn't have it out if I cared about people seeing and all.

Sooo. Why are you tiny now? Something happen?

I’m not— I’m just 15! It’s. Time stuff. I’m gonna grow.

You're- right. Time and space. You'd still be in Bour... mount? mont? if I remember right.

Bournemouth. Where did I move?

…Did you move?

London! Hmm, I also travelled to London recently. We work in the same place. It was a bit of a shocker on the first day because neither of us knew.

Oh! Huh. Where do you work?

This place called The Magnus Institute. It's pretty neat. You're actually Head Archivist, so you have a pretty solid position.

Huh. So that’s why the mannequin called me Archivist.

That's- yeah, that's probably it. What did you tell them? To get in, I mean.

I... I didn't mean to. I wasn't trying to get in, I was just trying to find out where I was. But when I asked, they just ignored me and asked for identification. I just told them my name, like I told the bus staff, and they let me in.

[ What the fuck? ]

Seriously? That sounds like some sort of... security issue. Negligence. Damn. Well, welcome to whatever evilcon is I supposed to be I guess.

Uhm. Thank you. What are you doing here?

Originally? I was honestly just curious. I got a flyer and it wasn't too hard to get in. Now? Making bank.

You have a stand? I thought you’d need to reserve in advance to have one. Or something similar to that.

Oh, apparently one was already set up for me. Something about "we knew you'd be here" and "you're not the only one who can sew beyond" and generally just a lot of passive aggressive comments to that effect.

That’s… creepy.

Yeahhhh, but everyone here is creepy. Speaking of, if anyone that looks in his fifties, wearing green usually, and has creepy grey eyes approaches you, tell him to fuck off.

[ Why did Amyra suddenly get a bad vibe about Elias and Jon? Who knew. The universe works in mysterious ways, people. ]

...I'm not swearing at an adult. What did he do?

I'm not sure. Just a gut feeling. Sorry, I get a bit impulsive with my words when I get- thingies. Doesn't matter, it's uh. A bit complicated?

[He just stares at her in confusion.]

Uhm. Trust me on this one?

[ They attempted a confident smile ]

He is pretty evil, he's here at evilcon for actually evilcon...ing. If that helps.

...But you were invited. You're not evil.

I'm probably one of the only ones here not evil. Look around, one of the guys is made out of- dental equipment? Well, pop off I guess.

I saw someone made of ants.

Oh, yikes. And now I know what I want to avoid seeing. Thanks, Jon.

[He nods.]

What is your stand?

Not too far. It's the crappy tent. Over... around there.

[ Amyra points in the general direction of it ]

Wow, that’s… kinda ugly. What do you even do?

[Jon’s just been wandering around Evilcon. What even is this place? They let him in because he’s “the Archivist”, whatever that means. What was this? What are these shops? Why were they selling so many weird—]

[He bumps into Amyra. He wasn’t paying attention.]

@devils-of-stardust

Oh- sorry, shit, I wasn't-

...Jon?

[He backs away, confused. She kind of looks like… no, she’s older than Amyra. And Amyra wears a hijab.]

How do you know me?

I'm your cousin.

[ They think. Maybe. ]

You aren't... usually this small.

I’m— I’m just growing. I’ll get taller soon.

[He frowns and stares at her.]

If you are my cousin, which one are you?

You know. Amyra. Is you last name Sims?

[ Amyra was beginning to wonder if they'd accidentally bumped into some random kid that happened to be called Jon and looked weirdly like him ]

I mean— yeah? Wait…

[He checks the flyer he picked up off the ground earlier. Beyond time and space.]

Oh. Oh, uh—

[He looks down at his feet.]

Sorry for looking at your hair.

Huh? Oh, no, it's whatever, I wouldn't have it out if I cared about people seeing and all.

Sooo. Why are you tiny now? Something happen?

I’m not— I’m just 15! It’s. Time stuff. I’m gonna grow.

You're- right. Time and space. You'd still be in Bour... mount? mont? if I remember right.

Bournemouth. Where did I move?

…Did you move?

London! Hmm, I also travelled to London recently. We work in the same place. It was a bit of a shocker on the first day because neither of us knew.

Oh! Huh. Where do you work?

This place called The Magnus Institute. It's pretty neat. You're actually Head Archivist, so you have a pretty solid position.

Huh. So that’s why the mannequin called me Archivist.

That's- yeah, that's probably it. What did you tell them? To get in, I mean.

I... I didn't mean to. I wasn't trying to get in, I was just trying to find out where I was. But when I asked, they just ignored me and asked for identification. I just told them my name, like I told the bus staff, and they let me in.

[ What the fuck? ]

Seriously? That sounds like some sort of... security issue. Negligence. Damn. Well, welcome to whatever evilcon is I supposed to be I guess.

Uhm. Thank you. What are you doing here?

Originally? I was honestly just curious. I got a flyer and it wasn't too hard to get in. Now? Making bank.

You have a stand? I thought you’d need to reserve in advance to have one. Or something similar to that.

Oh, apparently one was already set up for me. Something about "we knew you'd be here" and "you're not the only one who can sew beyond" and generally just a lot of passive aggressive comments to that effect.

That’s… creepy.

Yeahhhh, but everyone here is creepy. Speaking of, if anyone that looks in his fifties, wearing green usually, and has creepy grey eyes approaches you, tell him to fuck off.

[ Why did Amyra suddenly get a bad vibe about Elias and Jon? Who knew. The universe works in mysterious ways, people. ]

...I'm not swearing at an adult. What did he do?

I'm not sure. Just a gut feeling. Sorry, I get a bit impulsive with my words when I get- thingies. Doesn't matter, it's uh. A bit complicated?

[He just stares at her in confusion.]

Uhm. Trust me on this one?

[ They attempted a confident smile ]

He is pretty evil, he's here at evilcon for actually evilcon...ing. If that helps.

...But you were invited. You're not evil.

I'm probably one of the only ones here not evil. Look around, one of the guys is made out of- dental equipment? Well, pop off I guess.

I saw someone made of ants.

Oh, yikes. And now I know what I want to avoid seeing. Thanks, Jon.

[He nods.]

What is your stand?

[Jon’s just been wandering around Evilcon. What even is this place? They let him in because he’s “the Archivist”, whatever that means. What was this? What are these shops? Why were they selling so many weird—]

[He bumps into Amyra. He wasn’t paying attention.]

@devils-of-stardust

Oh- sorry, shit, I wasn't-

...Jon?

[He backs away, confused. She kind of looks like… no, she’s older than Amyra. And Amyra wears a hijab.]

How do you know me?

I'm your cousin.

[ They think. Maybe. ]

You aren't... usually this small.

I’m— I’m just growing. I’ll get taller soon.

[He frowns and stares at her.]

If you are my cousin, which one are you?

You know. Amyra. Is you last name Sims?

[ Amyra was beginning to wonder if they'd accidentally bumped into some random kid that happened to be called Jon and looked weirdly like him ]

I mean— yeah? Wait…

[He checks the flyer he picked up off the ground earlier. Beyond time and space.]

Oh. Oh, uh—

[He looks down at his feet.]

Sorry for looking at your hair.

Huh? Oh, no, it's whatever, I wouldn't have it out if I cared about people seeing and all.

Sooo. Why are you tiny now? Something happen?

I’m not— I’m just 15! It’s. Time stuff. I’m gonna grow.

You're- right. Time and space. You'd still be in Bour... mount? mont? if I remember right.

Bournemouth. Where did I move?

…Did you move?

London! Hmm, I also travelled to London recently. We work in the same place. It was a bit of a shocker on the first day because neither of us knew.

Oh! Huh. Where do you work?

This place called The Magnus Institute. It's pretty neat. You're actually Head Archivist, so you have a pretty solid position.

Huh. So that’s why the mannequin called me Archivist.

That's- yeah, that's probably it. What did you tell them? To get in, I mean.

I... I didn't mean to. I wasn't trying to get in, I was just trying to find out where I was. But when I asked, they just ignored me and asked for identification. I just told them my name, like I told the bus staff, and they let me in.

[ What the fuck? ]

Seriously? That sounds like some sort of... security issue. Negligence. Damn. Well, welcome to whatever evilcon is I supposed to be I guess.

Uhm. Thank you. What are you doing here?

Originally? I was honestly just curious. I got a flyer and it wasn't too hard to get in. Now? Making bank.

You have a stand? I thought you’d need to reserve in advance to have one. Or something similar to that.

Oh, apparently one was already set up for me. Something about "we knew you'd be here" and "you're not the only one who can sew beyond" and generally just a lot of passive aggressive comments to that effect.

That’s… creepy.

Yeahhhh, but everyone here is creepy. Speaking of, if anyone that looks in his fifties, wearing green usually, and has creepy grey eyes approaches you, tell him to fuck off.

[ Why did Amyra suddenly get a bad vibe about Elias and Jon? Who knew. The universe works in mysterious ways, people. ]

...I'm not swearing at an adult. What did he do?

I'm not sure. Just a gut feeling. Sorry, I get a bit impulsive with my words when I get- thingies. Doesn't matter, it's uh. A bit complicated?

[He just stares at her in confusion.]

Uhm. Trust me on this one?

[ They attempted a confident smile ]

He is pretty evil, he's here at evilcon for actually evilcon...ing. If that helps.

...But you were invited. You're not evil.

I'm probably one of the only ones here not evil. Look around, one of the guys is made out of- dental equipment? Well, pop off I guess.

I saw someone made of ants.

[Jon’s just been wandering around Evilcon. What even is this place? They let him in because he’s “the Archivist”, whatever that means. What was this? What are these shops? Why were they selling so many weird—]

[He bumps into Amyra. He wasn’t paying attention.]

@devils-of-stardust

Oh- sorry, shit, I wasn't-

...Jon?

[He backs away, confused. She kind of looks like… no, she’s older than Amyra. And Amyra wears a hijab.]

How do you know me?

I'm your cousin.

[ They think. Maybe. ]

You aren't... usually this small.

I’m— I’m just growing. I’ll get taller soon.

[He frowns and stares at her.]

If you are my cousin, which one are you?

You know. Amyra. Is you last name Sims?

[ Amyra was beginning to wonder if they'd accidentally bumped into some random kid that happened to be called Jon and looked weirdly like him ]

I mean— yeah? Wait…

[He checks the flyer he picked up off the ground earlier. Beyond time and space.]

Oh. Oh, uh—

[He looks down at his feet.]

Sorry for looking at your hair.

Huh? Oh, no, it's whatever, I wouldn't have it out if I cared about people seeing and all.

Sooo. Why are you tiny now? Something happen?

I’m not— I’m just 15! It’s. Time stuff. I’m gonna grow.

You're- right. Time and space. You'd still be in Bour... mount? mont? if I remember right.

Bournemouth. Where did I move?

…Did you move?

London! Hmm, I also travelled to London recently. We work in the same place. It was a bit of a shocker on the first day because neither of us knew.

Oh! Huh. Where do you work?

This place called The Magnus Institute. It's pretty neat. You're actually Head Archivist, so you have a pretty solid position.

Huh. So that’s why the mannequin called me Archivist.

That's- yeah, that's probably it. What did you tell them? To get in, I mean.

I... I didn't mean to. I wasn't trying to get in, I was just trying to find out where I was. But when I asked, they just ignored me and asked for identification. I just told them my name, like I told the bus staff, and they let me in.

[ What the fuck? ]

Seriously? That sounds like some sort of... security issue. Negligence. Damn. Well, welcome to whatever evilcon is I supposed to be I guess.

Uhm. Thank you. What are you doing here?

Originally? I was honestly just curious. I got a flyer and it wasn't too hard to get in. Now? Making bank.

You have a stand? I thought you’d need to reserve in advance to have one. Or something similar to that.

Oh, apparently one was already set up for me. Something about "we knew you'd be here" and "you're not the only one who can sew beyond" and generally just a lot of passive aggressive comments to that effect.

That’s… creepy.

Yeahhhh, but everyone here is creepy. Speaking of, if anyone that looks in his fifties, wearing green usually, and has creepy grey eyes approaches you, tell him to fuck off.

[ Why did Amyra suddenly get a bad vibe about Elias and Jon? Who knew. The universe works in mysterious ways, people. ]

...I'm not swearing at an adult. What did he do?

I'm not sure. Just a gut feeling. Sorry, I get a bit impulsive with my words when I get- thingies. Doesn't matter, it's uh. A bit complicated?

[He just stares at her in confusion.]

Uhm. Trust me on this one?

[ They attempted a confident smile ]

He is pretty evil, he's here at evilcon for actually evilcon...ing. If that helps.

...But you were invited. You're not evil.

[Jon’s just been wandering around Evilcon. What even is this place? They let him in because he’s “the Archivist”, whatever that means. What was this? What are these shops? Why were they selling so many weird—]

[He bumps into Amyra. He wasn’t paying attention.]

@devils-of-stardust

Oh- sorry, shit, I wasn't-

...Jon?

[He backs away, confused. She kind of looks like… no, she’s older than Amyra. And Amyra wears a hijab.]

How do you know me?

I'm your cousin.

[ They think. Maybe. ]

You aren't... usually this small.

I’m— I’m just growing. I’ll get taller soon.

[He frowns and stares at her.]

If you are my cousin, which one are you?

You know. Amyra. Is you last name Sims?

[ Amyra was beginning to wonder if they'd accidentally bumped into some random kid that happened to be called Jon and looked weirdly like him ]

I mean— yeah? Wait…

[He checks the flyer he picked up off the ground earlier. Beyond time and space.]

Oh. Oh, uh—

[He looks down at his feet.]

Sorry for looking at your hair.

Huh? Oh, no, it's whatever, I wouldn't have it out if I cared about people seeing and all.

Sooo. Why are you tiny now? Something happen?

I’m not— I’m just 15! It’s. Time stuff. I’m gonna grow.

You're- right. Time and space. You'd still be in Bour... mount? mont? if I remember right.

Bournemouth. Where did I move?

…Did you move?

London! Hmm, I also travelled to London recently. We work in the same place. It was a bit of a shocker on the first day because neither of us knew.

Oh! Huh. Where do you work?

This place called The Magnus Institute. It's pretty neat. You're actually Head Archivist, so you have a pretty solid position.

Huh. So that’s why the mannequin called me Archivist.

That's- yeah, that's probably it. What did you tell them? To get in, I mean.

I... I didn't mean to. I wasn't trying to get in, I was just trying to find out where I was. But when I asked, they just ignored me and asked for identification. I just told them my name, like I told the bus staff, and they let me in.

[ What the fuck? ]

Seriously? That sounds like some sort of... security issue. Negligence. Damn. Well, welcome to whatever evilcon is I supposed to be I guess.

Uhm. Thank you. What are you doing here?

Originally? I was honestly just curious. I got a flyer and it wasn't too hard to get in. Now? Making bank.

You have a stand? I thought you’d need to reserve in advance to have one. Or something similar to that.

Oh, apparently one was already set up for me. Something about "we knew you'd be here" and "you're not the only one who can sew beyond" and generally just a lot of passive aggressive comments to that effect.

That’s… creepy.

Yeahhhh, but everyone here is creepy. Speaking of, if anyone that looks in his fifties, wearing green usually, and has creepy grey eyes approaches you, tell him to fuck off.

[ Why did Amyra suddenly get a bad vibe about Elias and Jon? Who knew. The universe works in mysterious ways, people. ]

...I'm not swearing at an adult. What did he do?

I'm not sure. Just a gut feeling. Sorry, I get a bit impulsive with my words when I get- thingies. Doesn't matter, it's uh. A bit complicated?

[He just stares at her in confusion.]

[Jon’s just been wandering around Evilcon. What even is this place? They let him in because he’s “the Archivist”, whatever that means. What was this? What are these shops? Why were they selling so many weird—]

[He bumps into Amyra. He wasn’t paying attention.]

@devils-of-stardust

Oh- sorry, shit, I wasn't-

...Jon?

[He backs away, confused. She kind of looks like… no, she’s older than Amyra. And Amyra wears a hijab.]

How do you know me?

I'm your cousin.

[ They think. Maybe. ]

You aren't... usually this small.

I’m— I’m just growing. I’ll get taller soon.

[He frowns and stares at her.]

If you are my cousin, which one are you?

You know. Amyra. Is you last name Sims?

[ Amyra was beginning to wonder if they'd accidentally bumped into some random kid that happened to be called Jon and looked weirdly like him ]

I mean— yeah? Wait…

[He checks the flyer he picked up off the ground earlier. Beyond time and space.]

Oh. Oh, uh—

[He looks down at his feet.]

Sorry for looking at your hair.

Huh? Oh, no, it's whatever, I wouldn't have it out if I cared about people seeing and all.

Sooo. Why are you tiny now? Something happen?

I’m not— I’m just 15! It’s. Time stuff. I’m gonna grow.

You're- right. Time and space. You'd still be in Bour... mount? mont? if I remember right.

Bournemouth. Where did I move?

…Did you move?

London! Hmm, I also travelled to London recently. We work in the same place. It was a bit of a shocker on the first day because neither of us knew.

Oh! Huh. Where do you work?

This place called The Magnus Institute. It's pretty neat. You're actually Head Archivist, so you have a pretty solid position.

Huh. So that’s why the mannequin called me Archivist.

That's- yeah, that's probably it. What did you tell them? To get in, I mean.

I... I didn't mean to. I wasn't trying to get in, I was just trying to find out where I was. But when I asked, they just ignored me and asked for identification. I just told them my name, like I told the bus staff, and they let me in.

[ What the fuck? ]

Seriously? That sounds like some sort of... security issue. Negligence. Damn. Well, welcome to whatever evilcon is I supposed to be I guess.

Uhm. Thank you. What are you doing here?

Originally? I was honestly just curious. I got a flyer and it wasn't too hard to get in. Now? Making bank.

You have a stand? I thought you’d need to reserve in advance to have one. Or something similar to that.

Oh, apparently one was already set up for me. Something about "we knew you'd be here" and "you're not the only one who can sew beyond" and generally just a lot of passive aggressive comments to that effect.

That’s… creepy.

Yeahhhh, but everyone here is creepy. Speaking of, if anyone that looks in his fifties, wearing green usually, and has creepy grey eyes approaches you, tell him to fuck off.

[ Why did Amyra suddenly get a bad vibe about Elias and Jon? Who knew. The universe works in mysterious ways, people. ]

...I'm not swearing at an adult. What did he do?

[Jon’s just been wandering around Evilcon. What even is this place? They let him in because he’s “the Archivist”, whatever that means. What was this? What are these shops? Why were they selling so many weird—]

[He bumps into Amyra. He wasn’t paying attention.]

@devils-of-stardust

Oh- sorry, shit, I wasn't-

...Jon?

[He backs away, confused. She kind of looks like… no, she’s older than Amyra. And Amyra wears a hijab.]

How do you know me?

I'm your cousin.

[ They think. Maybe. ]

You aren't... usually this small.

I’m— I’m just growing. I’ll get taller soon.

[He frowns and stares at her.]

If you are my cousin, which one are you?

You know. Amyra. Is you last name Sims?

[ Amyra was beginning to wonder if they'd accidentally bumped into some random kid that happened to be called Jon and looked weirdly like him ]

I mean— yeah? Wait…

[He checks the flyer he picked up off the ground earlier. Beyond time and space.]

Oh. Oh, uh—

[He looks down at his feet.]

Sorry for looking at your hair.

Huh? Oh, no, it's whatever, I wouldn't have it out if I cared about people seeing and all.

Sooo. Why are you tiny now? Something happen?

I’m not— I’m just 15! It’s. Time stuff. I’m gonna grow.

You're- right. Time and space. You'd still be in Bour... mount? mont? if I remember right.

Bournemouth. Where did I move?

…Did you move?

London! Hmm, I also travelled to London recently. We work in the same place. It was a bit of a shocker on the first day because neither of us knew.

Oh! Huh. Where do you work?

This place called The Magnus Institute. It's pretty neat. You're actually Head Archivist, so you have a pretty solid position.

Huh. So that’s why the mannequin called me Archivist.

That's- yeah, that's probably it. What did you tell them? To get in, I mean.

I... I didn't mean to. I wasn't trying to get in, I was just trying to find out where I was. But when I asked, they just ignored me and asked for identification. I just told them my name, like I told the bus staff, and they let me in.

[ What the fuck? ]

Seriously? That sounds like some sort of... security issue. Negligence. Damn. Well, welcome to whatever evilcon is I supposed to be I guess.

Uhm. Thank you. What are you doing here?

Originally? I was honestly just curious. I got a flyer and it wasn't too hard to get in. Now? Making bank.

You have a stand? I thought you’d need to reserve in advance to have one. Or something similar to that.

Oh, apparently one was already set up for me. Something about "we knew you'd be here" and "you're not the only one who can sew beyond" and generally just a lot of passive aggressive comments to that effect.

That’s… creepy.

[Jon’s just been wandering around Evilcon. What even is this place? They let him in because he’s “the Archivist”, whatever that means. What was this? What are these shops? Why were they selling so many weird—]

[He bumps into Amyra. He wasn’t paying attention.]

@devils-of-stardust

Oh- sorry, shit, I wasn't-

...Jon?

[He backs away, confused. She kind of looks like… no, she’s older than Amyra. And Amyra wears a hijab.]

How do you know me?

I'm your cousin.

[ They think. Maybe. ]

You aren't... usually this small.

I’m— I’m just growing. I’ll get taller soon.

[He frowns and stares at her.]

If you are my cousin, which one are you?

You know. Amyra. Is you last name Sims?

[ Amyra was beginning to wonder if they'd accidentally bumped into some random kid that happened to be called Jon and looked weirdly like him ]

I mean— yeah? Wait…

[He checks the flyer he picked up off the ground earlier. Beyond time and space.]

Oh. Oh, uh—

[He looks down at his feet.]

Sorry for looking at your hair.

Huh? Oh, no, it's whatever, I wouldn't have it out if I cared about people seeing and all.

Sooo. Why are you tiny now? Something happen?

I’m not— I’m just 15! It’s. Time stuff. I’m gonna grow.

You're- right. Time and space. You'd still be in Bour... mount? mont? if I remember right.

Bournemouth. Where did I move?

…Did you move?

London! Hmm, I also travelled to London recently. We work in the same place. It was a bit of a shocker on the first day because neither of us knew.

Oh! Huh. Where do you work?

This place called The Magnus Institute. It's pretty neat. You're actually Head Archivist, so you have a pretty solid position.

Huh. So that’s why the mannequin called me Archivist.

That's- yeah, that's probably it. What did you tell them? To get in, I mean.

I... I didn't mean to. I wasn't trying to get in, I was just trying to find out where I was. But when I asked, they just ignored me and asked for identification. I just told them my name, like I told the bus staff, and they let me in.

[ What the fuck? ]

Seriously? That sounds like some sort of... security issue. Negligence. Damn. Well, welcome to whatever evilcon is I supposed to be I guess.

Uhm. Thank you. What are you doing here?

Originally? I was honestly just curious. I got a flyer and it wasn't too hard to get in. Now? Making bank.

You have a stand? I thought you’d need to reserve in advance to have one. Or something similar to that.

[Jon’s just been wandering around Evilcon. What even is this place? They let him in because he’s “the Archivist”, whatever that means. What was this? What are these shops? Why were they selling so many weird—]

[He bumps into Amyra. He wasn’t paying attention.]

@devils-of-stardust

Oh- sorry, shit, I wasn't-

...Jon?

[He backs away, confused. She kind of looks like… no, she’s older than Amyra. And Amyra wears a hijab.]

How do you know me?

I'm your cousin.

[ They think. Maybe. ]

You aren't... usually this small.

I’m— I’m just growing. I’ll get taller soon.

[He frowns and stares at her.]

If you are my cousin, which one are you?

You know. Amyra. Is you last name Sims?

[ Amyra was beginning to wonder if they'd accidentally bumped into some random kid that happened to be called Jon and looked weirdly like him ]

I mean— yeah? Wait…

[He checks the flyer he picked up off the ground earlier. Beyond time and space.]

Oh. Oh, uh—

[He looks down at his feet.]

Sorry for looking at your hair.

Huh? Oh, no, it's whatever, I wouldn't have it out if I cared about people seeing and all.

Sooo. Why are you tiny now? Something happen?

I’m not— I’m just 15! It’s. Time stuff. I’m gonna grow.

You're- right. Time and space. You'd still be in Bour... mount? mont? if I remember right.

Bournemouth. Where did I move?

…Did you move?

London! Hmm, I also travelled to London recently. We work in the same place. It was a bit of a shocker on the first day because neither of us knew.

Oh! Huh. Where do you work?

This place called The Magnus Institute. It's pretty neat. You're actually Head Archivist, so you have a pretty solid position.

Huh. So that’s why the mannequin called me Archivist.

That's- yeah, that's probably it. What did you tell them? To get in, I mean.

I... I didn't mean to. I wasn't trying to get in, I was just trying to find out where I was. But when I asked, they just ignored me and asked for identification. I just told them my name, like I told the bus staff, and they let me in.

[ What the fuck? ]

Seriously? That sounds like some sort of... security issue. Negligence. Damn. Well, welcome to whatever evilcon is I supposed to be I guess.

Uhm. Thank you. What are you doing here?

fuck you here's an emotionally unstable teenager *places @devils-of-stardust in front of you*

...hi? Are you lost?

I'm-- no, I'm fine.

...But if you could tell me the name of this place, that'd be good.

Ah, I believe we're in London somewhere but I've not gotten much of a chance to look around as I'm bound to this computer

...You're what?

Yeah, it was a book for a while... that one hurt, but I died back in 2014 kid, then I was bound to a book for a while, and a guy named Jon burnt it and released me, although I recently found myself trapped here

Don't call me kid. How does any of that work?

it's a bit hard to explain ...have you, uh, ever had any super natural encounters in your life?

[He goes stiff, for a moment. He turns away from Gerry and shakes his head.]

N-no. Nothing happened.

Alright, well sometimes creepy stuff happens, that's because of these supernatural beings, some call them entities, some call them fears, but there's 14, maybe 15 according to some people and they each correlate to a fear we have. They sometimes make weird and creepy stuff happen, and for some reason a bit of their powers bound me to this computer

That’s… nonsense.

It's not, but it's honestly better sometimes to think that, especially if you haven't caught their attention yet *Gerard sighs* So do you have a home kid? Someone who can come and get you?

I can go home by myself, I’m not a baby.

Alright,then do you want to go back there then or stay here a little longer, I don't really care either way.

[He thinks.]

What time is it?

Good question, it's around 2300, so fairly late

...Can I stay here until morning?

'course, might be kinda cold, I'd offer you my jacket but... *He makes a sweeping gesture with his coat and it phases through his body*

I can handle it. Is there anywhere private?

[He looks tense. Well-- he always was, but more than before.]

'fraid not, if you want to go looking you'll have to take that computer with you

...Okay.

[He goes to a corner and curls up in on himself, trying to go to sleep.]

[It's not working. He tries to hide it. He's not any good at it, though.]

*Gerard walks up next to him and sits down quietly*

[He frowns and tries to scoot away, but predictably enough, he's backed himself into a corner. A corner he chose to be in, by the way.]

*Noticing this, Gerard scoots a bit further away from him, giving him space* Are you sure, you're good kid? I know I've had some strange stuff happen to me, so I won't think you're lying or anything if you have

I’m fine. Nothing happened, so nothing’s wrong.

...sure, but things can still be wrong after nothing happening

That’s dumb. Whoever told you that probably just wanted attention.

fuck you here's an emotionally unstable teenager *places @devils-of-stardust in front of you*

...hi? Are you lost?

I'm-- no, I'm fine.

...But if you could tell me the name of this place, that'd be good.

Ah, I believe we're in London somewhere but I've not gotten much of a chance to look around as I'm bound to this computer

...You're what?

Yeah, it was a book for a while... that one hurt, but I died back in 2014 kid, then I was bound to a book for a while, and a guy named Jon burnt it and released me, although I recently found myself trapped here

Don't call me kid. How does any of that work?

it's a bit hard to explain ...have you, uh, ever had any super natural encounters in your life?

[He goes stiff, for a moment. He turns away from Gerry and shakes his head.]

N-no. Nothing happened.

Alright, well sometimes creepy stuff happens, that's because of these supernatural beings, some call them entities, some call them fears, but there's 14, maybe 15 according to some people and they each correlate to a fear we have. They sometimes make weird and creepy stuff happen, and for some reason a bit of their powers bound me to this computer

That’s… nonsense.

It's not, but it's honestly better sometimes to think that, especially if you haven't caught their attention yet *Gerard sighs* So do you have a home kid? Someone who can come and get you?

I can go home by myself, I’m not a baby.

Alright,then do you want to go back there then or stay here a little longer, I don't really care either way.

[He thinks.]

What time is it?

Good question, it's around 2300, so fairly late

...Can I stay here until morning?

'course, might be kinda cold, I'd offer you my jacket but... *He makes a sweeping gesture with his coat and it phases through his body*

I can handle it. Is there anywhere private?

[He looks tense. Well-- he always was, but more than before.]

'fraid not, if you want to go looking you'll have to take that computer with you

...Okay.

[He goes to a corner and curls up in on himself, trying to go to sleep.]

[It's not working. He tries to hide it. He's not any good at it, though.]

*Gerard walks up next to him and sits down quietly*

[He frowns and tries to scoot away, but predictably enough, he's backed himself into a corner. A corner he chose to be in, by the way.]

*Noticing this, Gerard scoots a bit further away from him, giving him space* Are you sure, you're good kid? I know I've had some strange stuff happen to me, so I won't think you're lying or anything if you have

I’m fine. Nothing happened, so nothing’s wrong.