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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-07-16 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
[The vibes are despresso but she is doing her very best.

Unclear if this line of questioning is going to help anything.]


What?
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-07-16 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
...Huh.

Well, aren't we coming back from those little trips with, um. Organs?

[Daan had a whole spine. She clears her throat.]

It might be a figurative mouth. Mouth of a cave, hell mouth, what have you.
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-07-17 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
Sermons? You mean like the visions Lucas was getting?

[Camille blows out a breath.]

Honestly? Not much. Most of my mail has been sentimental. I guess I inspire more pity than confidence.

[The admission comes with a puff of resignation and depression. Just because it's true...]
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-07-19 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
Daan never said anything to me about it. By the time I got back from the dead he was too skittish around me to say much.

[Because he was super fucking haunted by an evil cat that liked depressed people??? I guess??? There is a surge of misery at this.]

Gale, then? Makes sense he'd get a clue like that.