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[ghostlocked]

[It's late when Harlan folds and decides to go to the network for a distraction. He would vastly prefer not to do this, but, well. That's why it's called folding.]

cant sleep.
tell me stories.

[ooc: feel free to threadjack and use this as a sort of storytelling free-for-all!]

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[toiletseat_girl]

I don't hate the Clinic.
I like it. I'd like to learn more.
It's just that I feel like a liability.
Like everyone else is out risking their asses and there I am, nice and safe.
The problem is, I do suck.
I can admit it.
And it makes sense to like that.
You're helping people.
That's a good thing.
You can? Cool.
I'm always up for more and different magic.
I'll get good enough.
Sucks that it won't work on the Null, though.
From the description, yeah I would. ;)

[ghostlocked]

kiddo ur still young. uve got time to be better at shit.
it took me a long time to get to where im at now.
and takin risks on the front lines isnt always the best way to contribute. theres no shame in hangin back and playin support.
lvl of risk isnt a good measure of whether or not ur useful.
anyway weve gone on this tangent long enough.
tell me abt betty.

[toiletseat_girl]

I have nothing but time.
I guess. I just wanna do what I can to help.
However that is.
[there's a pause]
Betty was another Reaper.
She was there the day I died.
She'd been a Reaper since the 20s.
But she was so.
Full of life.

[ghostlocked]

was?
y past tense?

[toiletseat_girl]

[there's a long pause]
She hitched a ride on someone else's afterlife.
Never saw her again.

[ghostlocked]

[Harlan has the barest awareness that this is probably something that George doesn't want to talk about.

But she offered it in the first place, and remembering a friend is, at worst, bittersweet, so he's going to press.]

thats something u can do?

[toiletseat_girl]

[George thought of her as more than a friend, but good luck getting that out of her]

No.
The afterlife kind of.
Exploded.

[ghostlocked]

uh.
come again?

[toiletseat_girl]

It exploded.
I don't have a better word for it.
It was a flash of light and some wind.
All other afterlives sort of faded into lights that went into the sky.
Not this one.

[ghostlocked]

what do u mean afterlives? idt i get how this works.

[toiletseat_girl]

In my world, everyone has a soul.
Reapers take the soul before they die.
Then we send them to the afterlife.
No one knows what it is because we don't get to go there.
Not until we nab the lucky millionth soul and stick them with the job of being a Reaper.

[ghostlocked]

right. i got that much.
but u said afterlives. plural.

[toiletseat_girl]

We don't know where they're going.
Maybe everyone has their own personalized heaven.
Maybe they all wind up in the same place.
We just don't know.

[ghostlocked]

so which thing exploded?

[toiletseat_girl]

The White Cliffs of Dover.
Which made sense.
Irish immigrant at an Irish bar.
Betty just hopped right on in after him.

[ghostlocked]

did her hopping in make it explode?
thats fucked up.

[toiletseat_girl]

I've gotta assume that, yeah.
Nothing else makes sense.

[ghostlocked]

given what uve told me yeah. that seems like the case.
im sorry abt ur friend.
hey whatd u lose for this event?

[toiletseat_girl]

So am I.
My voice.
It's more annoying than scary.
How about you?

[ghostlocked]

lucky u.
sorry.
that sucks. im glad u didnt end up w. anything scary.
i lost my magic.

[toiletseat_girl]

Are you serious?
They took your magic?
That's bullshit.

[ghostlocked]

yeah.
its been rough. lmao.
my fucking focus doesnt even register as anything anymore.
im scared it wont come back.

[toiletseat_girl]

It will.
This is another fucked up god trick.
They have to give it back.
Right?

[ghostlocked]

idk that they have to do anything.
theyre gonna have a revolt on their hands if they dont tho. its in their best interest.
but idk what we could even do to them.
were trapped here. were at their mercy.
if they can take this shit away they may as well be all powerful.
what else can they do?

[toiletseat_girl]

It's like you said.
They don't give us back what they took, we riot.
But who says that even if we did, Love won't put a mind-whammy on us to chill us out?
We know they can get into our heads.
They knew what would scare you.
You among many, many others.