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So I know I overreacted the night before. I was a little pissed off and everything, but then I guess dying probably kinda does that for some people. Anyway, does that floating disembodied voice guy always leave right in the middle of a conversation? What a douche.

Anyway -- thanks to everybody that tried to be helpful. But seeing as how this room is pretty much my room exactly (which is kind of creepy, by the way -- nobody but me should know some of the minute details), there's really not much settling in I have to do. And while I don't really think I'm up for all this "redemption" stuff, I haven't got much better to do while I'm here besides at least have a look, right?

So...sorry for freaking out at some of you. You'll see me around.

Call me 21.

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Having read through the journals and taken a peek around, I've come to settle on three possible explanations for my current predicament:

1. Monstroso has secretly developed hallucination-inducing powers...maybe kind of like those demons in Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Only I don't know why I'd be dreaming of this and -- I don't know, what my life would have been like if I stayed home through my teen years.
2. In the ensuing and EPIC battle between Monstroso, Brock Samson, and myself, I sustained massive head trauma and am now lying in a coma somewhere -- perhaps in a hospital, perhaps back at the cocoon, or perhaps even in some secret guild lab under Monstroso's office building. This would explain why there is at least one familiar place, my room. Therefore, all the people here that I seem to be recognizing from television and comics are clearly just figments of my imagination, my collective pop culture knowledge rising up as one to shield me from the worst damages to my brain. ...And how fucking cool is that? (I think there was a TV show like that a while back -- didn't last long. It was probably crappy. I dunno.)
3. Everything these people have told me about this place is true. I'm dead. And apparently in some strange nexus where anything and anyone I've ever fantasized as real really is real.

The first two options would definitely explain why I can't contact 24 anymore -- and it confirms he really was haunting me either way. If he were in my head, and all this were in my head, he'd be here now.

The third I'm still not so sure of. But just in case it is true, I need to be careful how I talk to some people. After all, if I say the wrong thing to one of them and they go home, how horribly am I going to mess up their time line?

I could unmake fandom as I know it.

Uncle Ben was right. Great power? Great responsibility.

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For the love of god, shut up.

Edited 2010-01-30 08:48 (UTC)

Is this a new form of torture you've devised? Nagging? I much preferred your other methods.

That wasn't me. I don't how many times I'll need to tell you until it sinks in...

Leave the guy alone.

I'd find that far more believable if it wasn't the first thing you attempted upon meeting me.

Remember that?

BEFORE THE FLOOD.

That was different. It was completely different, and I think you're aware of that and refusing to see it to try to get under my skin again! I don't want to do what I did before the flood to anyone, I wouldn't have even thought of doing it to you if you hadn't already done exactly the same--!

[Some measured breathing here. She needs to re-learn how to frigging meditate or start sleeping again, clearly...]

There's no need to be rude to him.

Oh, it's only permissible against individuals like me. Is that how you keep your conscience clear? Aren't you a good little hypocrite...

Yes, you're the defender of the rotund everywhere, we get it.

...Look, you have no idea what you're talking about. It was a moment of weakness, and I regret it, but it wasn't out of some warped sense of vigilantism against what you stand for, so you can get off that high horse right now. You hurt me once, and that's it. Less gripping than what you've been insisting upon, I know, but I'm sure you'll get over it.

I'm sorry for what I did. Even though I'll never hear the same from you, I'm sorry. There you go. End of story. Now shut up.

He tortured me, I tried to get back at him later. That's basically it.

Yeah--whoa, lady. I just got here.

There's no reason why all that needed to get dragged out in my journal.

I know, and I'm really, really sorry. I intended to tell him to knock off the insults and things just...got out of hand.

Can you forgive me?

Edited 2010-01-30 22:37 (UTC)

Look, don't take this the wrong way, but I don't exactly know you well enough to take it personally, so no forgiveness necessary.

That's all just a little TMI for me; that's all.

No offense taken--I know, but that doesn't stop me from feeling bad for it.

Let me make it up to you. Do you drink? There's a pub here, but Inmates need a Warden to allow them access.

Wow, seriously?

I'll um -- I'll definitely think about it.

Seriously. Just let me know what you decide.

Hmmm, what about when you tried to convince everybody I was confused and-- what was that...? CRAZY-- to avoid any consequences? Another moment of weakness? My, you get those a lot...

You shouldn't be allowed around patients any more than I should.

Edited 2010-01-30 15:26 (UTC)

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She'd still be avoiding him, but damn her issues. :[

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In the place of awkward owls, you get this:

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