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[macgyver]

THIS PLACE IS THE WORST AND I HATE IT.

THAT ASIDE, I'M LOOKING TO COMPARE NOTES. DOES ANYONE ELSE HERE HAVE EXPERIENCE WITH OTHER DIMENSIONS/REALITIES/ET CETERA SCI-FI BULLSHIT? BESIDES COMING HERE, I MEAN, THAT ONE'S OBVIOUS. I'M SEMI-FAMILIAR WITH THINGS THAT GIVE SPACE AND TIME THE FINGER JUST BY EXISTING, UNFORTUNATELY, ALTHOUGH ACTUALLY GETTING DUMPED IN WHAT I ASSUME IS ANOTHER UNIVERSE IS... NEW.

FINAL NOTE: IF I DON'T FIND SOMETHING TO WORK ON SOON I'M GOING TO LOSE MY GODDAMN MIND. I DO TECH AND YOU CAN PAY ME IN LIQUOR. UNLESS YOU'VE GOT A BARELY-FUNCTIONAL SPACESHIP LYING AROUND, NOTHING YOU CAN THROW AT ME WILL BE AS DIFFICULT AS MY LAST JOB.

[ ooc: ICly all replies will come in obnoxious caps! OOCly they'll come normal because god, no. ]

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[tongueamok]

Yes.

[For a second, it seems like that might be all he has to say in regard to that question. The last person he spoke with in-depth about this topic went well, but she's gone now, and apparently, she'd gone mad before her departure. Carlisle blames himself, as usual. Perhaps other factors were in play, or perhaps the knowledge and notes they shared were too much for her.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained, though. And he's likely to end up dead from his affliction before his notes can come of any use -- to Carlisle himself, at least. Maybe someone else can glean something from them that will help them see worlds away from Hadriel, he reasons, ones that might hold a solution for his predicament.]

There are a few of us who were taken from their own worlds and times before coming here. People met in one world might not know of you in another. There could be multiple versions of you spread across many lifetimes and existences. It is not a comforting thought.

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[macgyver]

Well, isn't that terrifying. You know, on a cosmic scale.

[ Terrible. ]

I actually saw another version of myself once, actually. Just a glimpse, nothing much, but considering how he and everyone I know from my own universe was dying horribly, it was enough.

So... there's that, at least? You could be one of the versions of yourself that's dying horribly right now.

[ Comfort is hard. ]

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[tongueamok]

I already am.

[Was that a joke, or a deadpan remark of truth? This story and more at the top of the hour.]

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[macgyver]

In a cosmic "everyone is dying" sense, or a legitimately terminal sense?

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[tongueamok]

The latter.

[Welp, so much for that being a joke. Whether he's just cranky or trying to come to better terms with his impending demise, he's not about to say.]

Though I suppose for the me that is here, there is one somewhere else who might not be dying. Then the question is whether or not he's any happier with his predicament, whatever it may be.