Chapter 9. War, children, it's just a shout away

[thebestseller]

[Assume that Derrick's skimmed all the entries he's missed and spotted Genius'. Yes, he has an opinion on what happened in the elevator; no, he's not going to be sharing here. He doesn't quite realize how much time has passed, either.]

Hey, man-twin, why are you bitching that I haven't made you dinner yet? I was only gone for a little bit to get coffee thanks to dreaming about tea with Bernard. Took a bit of a detour in the elevator along the way, but it hasn't been THAT long, has it? Where are you, in fact? I thought you'd be here pining away for me, fork and knife in hand, looking pathetic til you get your supper.

[A pause as he thumbs back through his journal again, finds the last entry he remembers reading, comes back to the current page.]

...how DID all these entries pop up in such a short time period, anyway?

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Strikes crossed out after a momet, as if she's thought better of writing the words.

[burnt_orangesky]

I'm glad he was safe, then.

Black? [Pause; that name is familiar. After a moment she remembers why.] I have spoken with him via the journals before, he seemed pleasant enough.

Interesting. Edensphere seems to manipulate time as easily as it manipulates reality.

Same

[desig-survivor.livejournal.com]

Yes, they all seem normal until That might not have been "real", I'm told. But I wouldn't turn my back on him. Not that it would do any good

Or just our perceptions of it. I wish I could tell.

[burnt_orangesky]

[Pause.] I'll keep that advice in mind.

It would be nice to know a great many things for sure.