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You unplug yourself from the interface that connects your systems to the mansion’s, and telekinetically lift yourself up the stairwell to the fifth floor, Droog’s. You touch down in front of his door, and knock.
“i’m here, mr dr00g”
> Give your wall a much-needed update.
> Wiggle out of the blanket pile and jump out the nearest window.
> You're going to go sit alone in the forest somewhere for a while.
> Lock the door and scoot the bed up to it. You'll be sleeping in the coon tonight. (Ah the advantages of stealing one from another room).
> Life was so much easier when you thought he didn't know which room was yours.
> Wait until he's gone and brush your fingertips very lightly over all his stuff.
The split second transport via the void has a multifold impact on you. The most past version of you is only feeling it for the first time, but every other version of yourself in the present is feeling it and has already felt it before.
For just a moment, all your temporal constructs drop, but you quickly pick them up again, furthest future selves doing so the most efficiently. (They've done it so many times now).
The twelfth Aradia is so tired. She wants to lay down and sleep for three days (and likely she will) but she keeps on. Because she has to. There is no other choice, and no other direction to go but forward, even if she's been casting one time distortion after another for hours on end now.
> Ever since the memo and meeting in the foyer you've stationed yourself on the roof, sleeping up there as well. You'll be damned if she's going to take you by surprise.
> You're so mentally worn out by hours upon hours of practice that you walk back to the house because the idea of floating there seems impossible.
> Once inside you collapse on the nearest soft surface, mental exhaustion seeping into physical.
> You still haven't eaten anything but you don't want to do anything that requires effort right now.
