[There's an odd sort of white noise-feed back, and then:]
It doesn't matter The fringes of the known And the unknown world Do you remember? Let the sun rain on me There are things you run away from Whether you like it or not Send him to Hell where he belongs The normality of an imperfect future Even in death, a gift
[ Elle is in her sensory deprivation pool at home while talking to him, so the white noise is heard for a moment. Irritating. Worrying. She presses on though. ]
Uncle Rik, are you in danger? Is it Black Door? Because if you need us we can come find you.
Give me a pen Please let me in I've closed my eyes Baby, you should come with me Black bird, black moon, black sky Untie the balloons from around my neck Ground me
[ Its starting to hurt a bit. If anyone is nearby, and it’s most likely true given that she never tries this without her dad around, they might see a faint twitch from Elle but she’s okay. ]
I hope I remember what you’re saying when I wake up.
Why did you send myself and my friends those messages?
[ Was the white noise getting louder? It's starting to feel like it's getting louder. So much so that she barely catches what her uncle says. It's the last bit that she really hears. She whispers that out loud in the sensory deprivation pool, but past that the rest of the conversation is between herself and her uncle.
[ That white noise just keeps growing louder and louder, making her feel like her skull is shaking and trying to split. It's painful. So painful that Elle can't retain her footing in the In Between anymore. For her, it shifts sideways and she finds herself falling through a black Nothing, screaming as she goes landing back in her own body with a hard enough psychic thump that her body sinks underwater for a brief moment. When she surfaces, it's with a bloody nose and a brief but very loud scream of agony. And then she's scrambling out of the tub and down the hall to her room, slipping and falling and getting back up until she can get to paper.
She writes down everything she can remember, shoves it at her dad and sits on the floor with a suddenness that knocks the breath out of her. She's pale, shaky, tired and very concerned for her uncle.
I don't know. There was so much...white noise that it actually hurt and I couldn't understand what he was saying.
[ She sniffles, not aware that her nose is bleeding and when she goes to wipe what she thinks is salt water off her face, she looks at her hand and frowns. ]
Uh...kinda sure that's not supposed to happen.
[ Which means it's probably safe to assume whatever's going on is very, very bad. ]
Re: telepathic message: evening - 05/21
It doesn't matter
The fringes of the known
And the unknown world
Do you remember?
Let the sun rain on me
There are things you run away from
Whether you like it or not
Send him to Hell where he belongs
The normality of an imperfect future
Even in death, a gift
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Uncle Rik, are you in danger? Is it Black Door? Because if you need us we can come find you.
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Give me a pen
Please let me in
I've closed my eyes
Baby, you should come with me
Black bird, black moon, black sky
Untie the balloons from around my neck
Ground me
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I hope I remember what you’re saying when I wake up.
Why did you send myself and my friends those messages?
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Smoke rings
I am a sheep among the wolves
Fix me, or conflict me
Ils savent que je sais
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Who knows you know? What do you know?
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Their black eyes
Shining out of the darkness
Living out of space and time
[And beyond that, nothing but white noise. Maybe she needs more help her.]
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She writes down everything she can remember, shoves it at her dad and sits on the floor with a suddenness that knocks the breath out of her. She's pale, shaky, tired and very concerned for her uncle.
Enjoy that one, Dad! ]
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Nothing good, I take it?
[Hold still while he checks you over, kid.]
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[ She sniffles, not aware that her nose is bleeding and when she goes to wipe what she thinks is salt water off her face, she looks at her hand and frowns. ]
Uh...kinda sure that's not supposed to happen.
[ Which means it's probably safe to assume whatever's going on is very, very bad. ]
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[ Good thing Harry keeps styptic pens around, eh? ]
Maybe we should call Charles.
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But...later. I'm tired. You can call him now, but I need to sleep.