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[monster_san]

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[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.