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[monster_san]

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[adamantlyardent]

[Cecelia stares blankly for a few seconds.

then her eyelid twitches.

then the door swings open, she reaches over, grabbing Fuu by the elbow, and yoinks her inside with as much force as she can muster (it's not much) before slamming the door shut and pressing her back to it.

with eyes bulging in intense scrutiny:]

What do you know about Turin Junior.

[monster_san]

[OH. WELL, OKAY.

she'll let herself be yoinked if that's what's going to happen.]

Ah... well, you were being introduced to him by a man with red skin and horns. He seemed rather proud. And then it seemed like you were going on an adventure immediately, or at least, that's what he said.

...Also, Turin Jr. sounded rather like Miss Tina.

[The fact that Cece seems completely mortified and is staring at her like that at least makes Fuu feel more secure that this memory is just embarrassing, not horrific.

...in which case... yes, she does want this whole story.]

[adamantlyardent]

[oh gods.

her face colors. it's funny how much redder she can get, already being so red in general, but it happens! amazing.]

Vief...?

[yes we're redacting bc elle fucked up the memory because that red guy's name isn't Turin, it's Vief. SHUT UP.]

Wait, waitwaitwaitwaitwait. Hold on, this is? Wait, this is one of those memory things, you said? Right? Not that--like. Like they're here. Physically. Right now. Right?

[give her a minute to experience high-key panic as she peels herself off the door to crack it open, stick her head out, and listen for sounds of that idiot tiefling.]

[monster_san]

Er--no, not unless the Porter's brought them through just now by coincidence.

[She watches with interest as Cece peeks out the door like a character in a horror movie, though characters in horror movies are generally "white as a sheet," not "red as a tomato."]

I certainly didn't hear anything once the recording stopped. Admittedly it was only a few minutes, but--I don't think Vief-san seemed like a person you would not notice if he was nearby.

[or Vief Junior, bu honestly, his namesake seemed far Louder.]

[adamantlyardent]

Or that stupid unicorn... [she pinches the bridge of her nose for a moment, gradually regaining some of her composure...and most of her annoyance. so, you know, normal levels for Cecelia.]

This is so stupid. How many embarrassing episodes in my life are going to ooze out to the world?

[monster_san]

It's a disturbing question to have. [she is sympathetic here... really it should be up to any individual whether or not they reveal anything, whether it's tragic or simply mortifying. she can certainly think of a few in the latter category that she wouldn't want broadcast.] We keep seeming to have accidents like this whenever someone tries to do anything unusual with psychic powers.

I hope that the adventure didn't turn out that badly, at least.

[adamantlyardent]

Is it too cruel to propose the psychic stuff be, like. Stopped? Like, they make those weird collars to turn off powers, right? [even as she whines, she grimaces, realizing it sounds awful.

quickly:] Like temporarily! So they can, like, learn to not do crap like this? Y'know?

[monster_san]

[it's not great, yeah. on the other hand, Fuu can't say similar thoughts have never ever crossed her mind.]

I don't think it was their fault... something about that strange technology at the latest Swear-In. [She sighs.] Dreams and secrets and memories... there's always someone tinkering with some kind of device that winds up broadcasting things one way or another. You would think they would learn afer a while.

[adamantlyardent]

[another loud scoff of disgust!!!]

Those swear-ins...I swear, I don't know why they even have those anymore! Like, like when's the last time one wasn't a total disaster? Why did I even go? Ugh. I'm never going again. Ever.