oh, hello!

Hello, my name is Michael Shelley and I'm an archival assistant at the Magnus Institute. You're welcome to ask me questions, and I will answer when I have time between work! ^^ (check pinned)

[shelley-the-assistant]

Hi, this blog is run by Envy @thelovegiver-again! Usual rules, no NSFW, I am proship and pro-endo so keep that in mind, other than that pleeeeease talk to me about literally anything.

As for Michael himself: this blog is an alternate universe in which he never got Distorted, he was unable to go with Gertrude due to another emergency so she sacrificed someone else. He still works in the Archive. I ship GerryMichael so he has a thing for Gerry, but I'm also open to pretty much any other ship except for with underage characters. So is he, he's polyamorous.

Speaking of that: my Michael is a bisexual he/him trans man, and he is in his early to mid twenties. He graduated everything early and is your classic naive, sweet, intelligent young man. He's also very social, surprisingly, although he also has a large dose of anxiety about certain people.

Anyway. Go forth and ask questions! I'm still learning how to write him so expect him to not be too solid for a bit, but I'll try my best.

[shelley-the-assistant]

It is back, hovering outside the doorway of Michael's office. It is not in significant pain at the moment- it is here solely to speak with the intriguing little human again. It says nothing, it only adjusts its glasses to take a better look at him. Those are probably new, but can you really be certain?

( @distortions-leftovers )

He jumped when he saw it, nearly dropping his bag. "Oh... You're back. Um... Hello..."

[distortions-leftovers]

Don't drop things. You might want them.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"I... Suppose so." He cleared his throat. "So... Why are you here?" His voice was a bit timid.

[distortions-leftovers]

Primarily to see you. In the literal sense.

I want to compare you to Michael. The one whose memories I retain.

But you also make nearly decent company.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"Oh. Thank you." He opened the door and entered his office, leaving it open for the other him to follow if it liked.

[distortions-leftovers]

You haven't died yet. That is good.

It follows him inside, hands clasped now behind its back.

Has anything tried to change that?

[shelley-the-assistant]

"Not yet... You?"

[distortions-leftovers]

Good.

I wouldn't say there was attempted homicide. An experiment, yes, but harmless on myself.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"An experiment?"

[distortions-leftovers]

A distortion put me in the halls to see if it would harm me. My very nature, of course, is that I am something they cannot break down.

I stayed a while. I'm not sure for how long.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"It's been a few days for me, but I'm not sure if that matters, given how many... Disagreements, I've had with people these last few days, about that sort of thing."

[distortions-leftovers]

Time doesn't work right in the halls, so that's probably close enough. There is no such thing as reality, after all

[shelley-the-assistant]

He looked at him, then shook his head to clear it. "Right." He looked closer. "Did you get... Glasses?"

[distortions-leftovers]

Yes. They adjust with my eyesight. It isn't as good as Shelley's was with his glasses, but much better than it can be sometimes. It is why I wanted to get a better look at you.

People are awfully interested in my emotions and feelings, enough to trade items like this for answers. It is very peculiar.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"Ah."

He was a tall man, with light brown skin and curly hair bleached blond. He was wearing a purple plaid shirt, and black slacks. He looked surprisingly healthy, for someone working in this place.

[distortions-leftovers]

It observes in silence for a while.

I don't think I've seen a single Michael, distortion or otherwise, who isn't taller than me. Hm...

Any interesting statements of late?

[shelley-the-assistant]

"Not particularly. Still getting used to my new coworkers."

[distortions-leftovers]

Don't be surprised if Jon starts knowing things about you that he has no reason to know. Its an archivist thing and he probably won't realize he's doing it for a while yet.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"I will... Keep that in mind." He looked unnerved, but mostly tired. "I think I like him. I miss Gertrude, but he seems like a nice man..."

[shelley-the-assistant]

It is back, hovering outside the doorway of Michael's office. It is not in significant pain at the moment- it is here solely to speak with the intriguing little human again. It says nothing, it only adjusts its glasses to take a better look at him. Those are probably new, but can you really be certain?

( @distortions-leftovers )

He jumped when he saw it, nearly dropping his bag. "Oh... You're back. Um... Hello..."

[distortions-leftovers]

Don't drop things. You might want them.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"I... Suppose so." He cleared his throat. "So... Why are you here?" His voice was a bit timid.

[distortions-leftovers]

Primarily to see you. In the literal sense.

I want to compare you to Michael. The one whose memories I retain.

But you also make nearly decent company.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"Oh. Thank you." He opened the door and entered his office, leaving it open for the other him to follow if it liked.

[distortions-leftovers]

You haven't died yet. That is good.

It follows him inside, hands clasped now behind its back.

Has anything tried to change that?

[shelley-the-assistant]

"Not yet... You?"

[distortions-leftovers]

Good.

I wouldn't say there was attempted homicide. An experiment, yes, but harmless on myself.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"An experiment?"

[distortions-leftovers]

A distortion put me in the halls to see if it would harm me. My very nature, of course, is that I am something they cannot break down.

I stayed a while. I'm not sure for how long.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"It's been a few days for me, but I'm not sure if that matters, given how many... Disagreements, I've had with people these last few days, about that sort of thing."

[distortions-leftovers]

Time doesn't work right in the halls, so that's probably close enough. There is no such thing as reality, after all

[shelley-the-assistant]

He looked at him, then shook his head to clear it. "Right." He looked closer. "Did you get... Glasses?"

[distortions-leftovers]

Yes. They adjust with my eyesight. It isn't as good as Shelley's was with his glasses, but much better than it can be sometimes. It is why I wanted to get a better look at you.

People are awfully interested in my emotions and feelings, enough to trade items like this for answers. It is very peculiar.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"Ah."

He was a tall man, with light brown skin and curly hair bleached blond. He was wearing a purple plaid shirt, and black slacks. He looked surprisingly healthy, for someone working in this place.

[distortions-leftovers]

It observes in silence for a while.

I don't think I've seen a single Michael, distortion or otherwise, who isn't taller than me. Hm...

Any interesting statements of late?

[shelley-the-assistant]

"Not particularly. Still getting used to my new coworkers."

[shelley-the-assistant]

It seems quite satisfied that you are still alive.

Do you feel the same?

I'm... Not sure. I suppose, on principle, I'm glad it's alive? But... It's still... Nerve-wracking.

[shelley-the-assistant]

It is back, hovering outside the doorway of Michael's office. It is not in significant pain at the moment- it is here solely to speak with the intriguing little human again. It says nothing, it only adjusts its glasses to take a better look at him. Those are probably new, but can you really be certain?

( @distortions-leftovers )

He jumped when he saw it, nearly dropping his bag. "Oh... You're back. Um... Hello..."

[distortions-leftovers]

Don't drop things. You might want them.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"I... Suppose so." He cleared his throat. "So... Why are you here?" His voice was a bit timid.

[distortions-leftovers]

Primarily to see you. In the literal sense.

I want to compare you to Michael. The one whose memories I retain.

But you also make nearly decent company.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"Oh. Thank you." He opened the door and entered his office, leaving it open for the other him to follow if it liked.

[distortions-leftovers]

You haven't died yet. That is good.

It follows him inside, hands clasped now behind its back.

Has anything tried to change that?

[shelley-the-assistant]

"Not yet... You?"

[distortions-leftovers]

Good.

I wouldn't say there was attempted homicide. An experiment, yes, but harmless on myself.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"An experiment?"

[distortions-leftovers]

A distortion put me in the halls to see if it would harm me. My very nature, of course, is that I am something they cannot break down.

I stayed a while. I'm not sure for how long.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"It's been a few days for me, but I'm not sure if that matters, given how many... Disagreements, I've had with people these last few days, about that sort of thing."

[distortions-leftovers]

Time doesn't work right in the halls, so that's probably close enough. There is no such thing as reality, after all

[shelley-the-assistant]

He looked at him, then shook his head to clear it. "Right." He looked closer. "Did you get... Glasses?"

[distortions-leftovers]

Yes. They adjust with my eyesight. It isn't as good as Shelley's was with his glasses, but much better than it can be sometimes. It is why I wanted to get a better look at you.

People are awfully interested in my emotions and feelings, enough to trade items like this for answers. It is very peculiar.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"Ah."

He was a tall man, with light brown skin and curly hair bleached blond. He was wearing a purple plaid shirt, and black slacks. He looked surprisingly healthy, for someone working in this place.

[shelley-the-assistant]

It is back, hovering outside the doorway of Michael's office. It is not in significant pain at the moment- it is here solely to speak with the intriguing little human again. It says nothing, it only adjusts its glasses to take a better look at him. Those are probably new, but can you really be certain?

( @distortions-leftovers )

He jumped when he saw it, nearly dropping his bag. "Oh... You're back. Um... Hello..."

[distortions-leftovers]

Don't drop things. You might want them.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"I... Suppose so." He cleared his throat. "So... Why are you here?" His voice was a bit timid.

[distortions-leftovers]

Primarily to see you. In the literal sense.

I want to compare you to Michael. The one whose memories I retain.

But you also make nearly decent company.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"Oh. Thank you." He opened the door and entered his office, leaving it open for the other him to follow if it liked.

[distortions-leftovers]

You haven't died yet. That is good.

It follows him inside, hands clasped now behind its back.

Has anything tried to change that?

[shelley-the-assistant]

"Not yet... You?"

[distortions-leftovers]

Good.

I wouldn't say there was attempted homicide. An experiment, yes, but harmless on myself.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"An experiment?"

[distortions-leftovers]

A distortion put me in the halls to see if it would harm me. My very nature, of course, is that I am something they cannot break down.

I stayed a while. I'm not sure for how long.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"It's been a few days for me, but I'm not sure if that matters, given how many... Disagreements, I've had with people these last few days, about that sort of thing."

[distortions-leftovers]

Time doesn't work right in the halls, so that's probably close enough. There is no such thing as reality, after all

[shelley-the-assistant]

He looked at him, then shook his head to clear it. "Right." He looked closer. "Did you get... Glasses?"

[shelley-the-assistant]

It is back, hovering outside the doorway of Michael's office. It is not in significant pain at the moment- it is here solely to speak with the intriguing little human again. It says nothing, it only adjusts its glasses to take a better look at him. Those are probably new, but can you really be certain?

( @distortions-leftovers )

He jumped when he saw it, nearly dropping his bag. "Oh... You're back. Um... Hello..."

[distortions-leftovers]

Don't drop things. You might want them.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"I... Suppose so." He cleared his throat. "So... Why are you here?" His voice was a bit timid.

[distortions-leftovers]

Primarily to see you. In the literal sense.

I want to compare you to Michael. The one whose memories I retain.

But you also make nearly decent company.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"Oh. Thank you." He opened the door and entered his office, leaving it open for the other him to follow if it liked.

[distortions-leftovers]

You haven't died yet. That is good.

It follows him inside, hands clasped now behind its back.

Has anything tried to change that?

[shelley-the-assistant]

"Not yet... You?"

[distortions-leftovers]

Good.

I wouldn't say there was attempted homicide. An experiment, yes, but harmless on myself.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"An experiment?"

[distortions-leftovers]

A distortion put me in the halls to see if it would harm me. My very nature, of course, is that I am something they cannot break down.

I stayed a while. I'm not sure for how long.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"It's been a few days for me, but I'm not sure if that matters, given how many... Disagreements, I've had with people these last few days, about that sort of thing."

[shelley-the-assistant]

It is back, hovering outside the doorway of Michael's office. It is not in significant pain at the moment- it is here solely to speak with the intriguing little human again. It says nothing, it only adjusts its glasses to take a better look at him. Those are probably new, but can you really be certain?

( @distortions-leftovers )

He jumped when he saw it, nearly dropping his bag. "Oh... You're back. Um... Hello..."

[distortions-leftovers]

Don't drop things. You might want them.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"I... Suppose so." He cleared his throat. "So... Why are you here?" His voice was a bit timid.

[distortions-leftovers]

Primarily to see you. In the literal sense.

I want to compare you to Michael. The one whose memories I retain.

But you also make nearly decent company.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"Oh. Thank you." He opened the door and entered his office, leaving it open for the other him to follow if it liked.

[distortions-leftovers]

You haven't died yet. That is good.

It follows him inside, hands clasped now behind its back.

Has anything tried to change that?

[shelley-the-assistant]

"Not yet... You?"

[distortions-leftovers]

Good.

I wouldn't say there was attempted homicide. An experiment, yes, but harmless on myself.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"An experiment?"

[shelley-the-assistant]

It is back, hovering outside the doorway of Michael's office. It is not in significant pain at the moment- it is here solely to speak with the intriguing little human again. It says nothing, it only adjusts its glasses to take a better look at him. Those are probably new, but can you really be certain?

( @distortions-leftovers )

He jumped when he saw it, nearly dropping his bag. "Oh... You're back. Um... Hello..."

[distortions-leftovers]

Don't drop things. You might want them.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"I... Suppose so." He cleared his throat. "So... Why are you here?" His voice was a bit timid.

[distortions-leftovers]

Primarily to see you. In the literal sense.

I want to compare you to Michael. The one whose memories I retain.

But you also make nearly decent company.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"Oh. Thank you." He opened the door and entered his office, leaving it open for the other him to follow if it liked.

[distortions-leftovers]

You haven't died yet. That is good.

It follows him inside, hands clasped now behind its back.

Has anything tried to change that?

[shelley-the-assistant]

"Not yet... You?"

[shelley-the-assistant]

It is back, hovering outside the doorway of Michael's office. It is not in significant pain at the moment- it is here solely to speak with the intriguing little human again. It says nothing, it only adjusts its glasses to take a better look at him. Those are probably new, but can you really be certain?

( @distortions-leftovers )

He jumped when he saw it, nearly dropping his bag. "Oh... You're back. Um... Hello..."

[distortions-leftovers]

Don't drop things. You might want them.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"I... Suppose so." He cleared his throat. "So... Why are you here?" His voice was a bit timid.

[distortions-leftovers]

Primarily to see you. In the literal sense.

I want to compare you to Michael. The one whose memories I retain.

But you also make nearly decent company.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"Oh. Thank you." He opened the door and entered his office, leaving it open for the other him to follow if it liked.

[shelley-the-assistant]

It is back, hovering outside the doorway of Michael's office. It is not in significant pain at the moment- it is here solely to speak with the intriguing little human again. It says nothing, it only adjusts its glasses to take a better look at him. Those are probably new, but can you really be certain?

( @distortions-leftovers )

He jumped when he saw it, nearly dropping his bag. "Oh... You're back. Um... Hello..."

[distortions-leftovers]

Don't drop things. You might want them.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"I... Suppose so." He cleared his throat. "So... Why are you here?" His voice was a bit timid.

[shelley-the-assistant]

It is back, hovering outside the doorway of Michael's office. It is not in significant pain at the moment- it is here solely to speak with the intriguing little human again. It says nothing, it only adjusts its glasses to take a better look at him. Those are probably new, but can you really be certain?

( @distortions-leftovers )

He jumped when he saw it, nearly dropping his bag. "Oh... You're back. Um... Hello..."

[shelley-the-assistant]

....Michael?! What- you died. You- I met the thing that calls itself you. How are you- what?

[They stare at him in confusion and suspicion.]

@ashes-the-lonely

He looked tired - unusual for him. He'd been doing far too much studying and not nearly enough good things. "I know, I know... I'm trying to figure out how as well. Who are you, mx...?"

[ashes-the-lonely]

[They blink, a flash of hurt passing across their face.]

It's- it's me. Ash. Do you... Don't you remember me?

[shelley-the-assistant]

"Er... No, sorry. I think there might be some... Reality-warping? Going on. I don't know you."

[ashes-the-lonely]

O-oh. Oh. Right, that's.. well.

[They run a hand through their hair nervously.]

In, uh, in my... reality, um, you're dead. You get.. taken.. by The Distortion.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"I've heard. God, I feel strange about it actually... That I could be dead if I'd gone to Russia that day..." He shook his head. "I'm, uh - sorry for your loss?"

[ashes-the-lonely]

Oh. Yes. Thank you.

[They glance around.]

...how did I get to this reality anyway? Weird.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"I'm not sure. I met... Another me? A monster...? I don't know. He thinks realities are blending together."

[ashes-the-lonely]

....joy. That's just fucking peachy, isn't it?

[shelley-the-assistant]

"I'm really not sure where we are at all... Everybody I talk to seems to have different memories..."

[ashes-the-lonely]

Somehow, that doesn't surprise me. What happened to you, then?

[shelley-the-assistant]

"Well, nothing, really. That's the problem. I seem to be the only person who doesn't believe I died years ago in Russia."

[ashes-the-lonely]

I suppose you're lucky, then. God.. I wonder how Annette would react if I told her about this.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"Who is Annette?"

[ashes-the-lonely]

Oh, um..

[They open and close their mouth for a moment, trying to work out what to say.]

Annette was.. a friend of yours- of ours- back before, uh, the Distortion and all that. She, um, she Left the Institute years ago.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"Oh." He didn't really know what to say to that. He did feel an odd sense of loss, however, hearing that.

[ashes-the-lonely]

Yes. Sorry, this is, uh, probably a lot. I should... Go. Maybe. How do I- how do I get back?

[shelley-the-assistant]

"I don't know. I'm not sure it's really separate anymore."

[shelley-the-assistant]

....Michael?! What- you died. You- I met the thing that calls itself you. How are you- what?

[They stare at him in confusion and suspicion.]

@ashes-the-lonely

He looked tired - unusual for him. He'd been doing far too much studying and not nearly enough good things. "I know, I know... I'm trying to figure out how as well. Who are you, mx...?"

[ashes-the-lonely]

[They blink, a flash of hurt passing across their face.]

It's- it's me. Ash. Do you... Don't you remember me?

[shelley-the-assistant]

"Er... No, sorry. I think there might be some... Reality-warping? Going on. I don't know you."

[ashes-the-lonely]

O-oh. Oh. Right, that's.. well.

[They run a hand through their hair nervously.]

In, uh, in my... reality, um, you're dead. You get.. taken.. by The Distortion.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"I've heard. God, I feel strange about it actually... That I could be dead if I'd gone to Russia that day..." He shook his head. "I'm, uh - sorry for your loss?"

[ashes-the-lonely]

Oh. Yes. Thank you.

[They glance around.]

...how did I get to this reality anyway? Weird.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"I'm not sure. I met... Another me? A monster...? I don't know. He thinks realities are blending together."

[ashes-the-lonely]

....joy. That's just fucking peachy, isn't it?

[shelley-the-assistant]

"I'm really not sure where we are at all... Everybody I talk to seems to have different memories..."

[ashes-the-lonely]

Somehow, that doesn't surprise me. What happened to you, then?

[shelley-the-assistant]

"Well, nothing, really. That's the problem. I seem to be the only person who doesn't believe I died years ago in Russia."

[ashes-the-lonely]

I suppose you're lucky, then. God.. I wonder how Annette would react if I told her about this.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"Who is Annette?"

[ashes-the-lonely]

Oh, um..

[They open and close their mouth for a moment, trying to work out what to say.]

Annette was.. a friend of yours- of ours- back before, uh, the Distortion and all that. She, um, she Left the Institute years ago.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"Oh." He didn't really know what to say to that. He did feel an odd sense of loss, however, hearing that.

[shelley-the-assistant]

....Michael?! What- you died. You- I met the thing that calls itself you. How are you- what?

[They stare at him in confusion and suspicion.]

@ashes-the-lonely

He looked tired - unusual for him. He'd been doing far too much studying and not nearly enough good things. "I know, I know... I'm trying to figure out how as well. Who are you, mx...?"

[ashes-the-lonely]

[They blink, a flash of hurt passing across their face.]

It's- it's me. Ash. Do you... Don't you remember me?

[shelley-the-assistant]

"Er... No, sorry. I think there might be some... Reality-warping? Going on. I don't know you."

[ashes-the-lonely]

O-oh. Oh. Right, that's.. well.

[They run a hand through their hair nervously.]

In, uh, in my... reality, um, you're dead. You get.. taken.. by The Distortion.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"I've heard. God, I feel strange about it actually... That I could be dead if I'd gone to Russia that day..." He shook his head. "I'm, uh - sorry for your loss?"

[ashes-the-lonely]

Oh. Yes. Thank you.

[They glance around.]

...how did I get to this reality anyway? Weird.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"I'm not sure. I met... Another me? A monster...? I don't know. He thinks realities are blending together."

[ashes-the-lonely]

....joy. That's just fucking peachy, isn't it?

[shelley-the-assistant]

"I'm really not sure where we are at all... Everybody I talk to seems to have different memories..."

[ashes-the-lonely]

Somehow, that doesn't surprise me. What happened to you, then?

[shelley-the-assistant]

"Well, nothing, really. That's the problem. I seem to be the only person who doesn't believe I died years ago in Russia."

[ashes-the-lonely]

I suppose you're lucky, then. God.. I wonder how Annette would react if I told her about this.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"Who is Annette?"

[shelley-the-assistant]

....Michael?! What- you died. You- I met the thing that calls itself you. How are you- what?

[They stare at him in confusion and suspicion.]

@ashes-the-lonely

He looked tired - unusual for him. He'd been doing far too much studying and not nearly enough good things. "I know, I know... I'm trying to figure out how as well. Who are you, mx...?"

[ashes-the-lonely]

[They blink, a flash of hurt passing across their face.]

It's- it's me. Ash. Do you... Don't you remember me?

[shelley-the-assistant]

"Er... No, sorry. I think there might be some... Reality-warping? Going on. I don't know you."

[ashes-the-lonely]

O-oh. Oh. Right, that's.. well.

[They run a hand through their hair nervously.]

In, uh, in my... reality, um, you're dead. You get.. taken.. by The Distortion.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"I've heard. God, I feel strange about it actually... That I could be dead if I'd gone to Russia that day..." He shook his head. "I'm, uh - sorry for your loss?"

[ashes-the-lonely]

Oh. Yes. Thank you.

[They glance around.]

...how did I get to this reality anyway? Weird.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"I'm not sure. I met... Another me? A monster...? I don't know. He thinks realities are blending together."

[ashes-the-lonely]

....joy. That's just fucking peachy, isn't it?

[shelley-the-assistant]

"I'm really not sure where we are at all... Everybody I talk to seems to have different memories..."

[ashes-the-lonely]

Somehow, that doesn't surprise me. What happened to you, then?

[shelley-the-assistant]

"Well, nothing, really. That's the problem. I seem to be the only person who doesn't believe I died years ago in Russia."

[shelley-the-assistant]

....Michael?! What- you died. You- I met the thing that calls itself you. How are you- what?

[They stare at him in confusion and suspicion.]

@ashes-the-lonely

He looked tired - unusual for him. He'd been doing far too much studying and not nearly enough good things. "I know, I know... I'm trying to figure out how as well. Who are you, mx...?"

[ashes-the-lonely]

[They blink, a flash of hurt passing across their face.]

It's- it's me. Ash. Do you... Don't you remember me?

[shelley-the-assistant]

"Er... No, sorry. I think there might be some... Reality-warping? Going on. I don't know you."

[ashes-the-lonely]

O-oh. Oh. Right, that's.. well.

[They run a hand through their hair nervously.]

In, uh, in my... reality, um, you're dead. You get.. taken.. by The Distortion.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"I've heard. God, I feel strange about it actually... That I could be dead if I'd gone to Russia that day..." He shook his head. "I'm, uh - sorry for your loss?"

[ashes-the-lonely]

Oh. Yes. Thank you.

[They glance around.]

...how did I get to this reality anyway? Weird.

[shelley-the-assistant]

"I'm not sure. I met... Another me? A monster...? I don't know. He thinks realities are blending together."

[ashes-the-lonely]

....joy. That's just fucking peachy, isn't it?

[shelley-the-assistant]

"I'm really not sure where we are at all... Everybody I talk to seems to have different memories..."