[ he is curious as to what she can do - but this first. he tilts his head back, thinking. ]
In it, Charlie, Jing Yuan, Adolphe, Brimstone, and Hawke were standing in a red and gold hotel, talking to each other about how they were disappointed their phones had no reception. They seemed healthy, and their chao were with them. At the very end of this, Jing Yuan looked up at me specifically, waved, and smiled. I then woke up.
Normally, I'd think nothing of it - but I don't typically dream. And if I do, it is never this vivid.
... It may be nothing. Perhaps a nice thing someone conjured for me, or my mind reassuring me. But I can't stop thinking about it.
[ huh. this is unexpected, but the imagery makes her smile. ]
It does seem very detailed and specific, and there's no hotel here, so it'd be weird for your subconscious to bring it up unless there's a very fancy hotel in your home world?
If there is something that could give people dreams, that's a sweet gesture, but I haven't heard of anything like that yet. If it's all of the people we lost... I'd want to believe in it, especially if it includes their phones and their chaos.
I do wonder if it was something like that, considering that I've been forced to be in love and also, had a conversation spied on.
[ there's a little like 💢 emotion to this sentence but it's fine ]
But we do know they've been lost, not destroyed. And I have heard from little birds that there have been mysterious voicemails, here and there. So... perhaps it is something to keep in mind.
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I think Gabriel meant it in a commiserating sort of way, at least. They're as lost as we are.
[ he glances at her. ]
Oh, that reminds me. Did I tell you about the dream I had?
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It doesn't help the helplessness when the angels are just as lost.
[ it's more a statement said with a soft sigh than any sort of criticism. she just wishes any of them had more to go on. ]
Dream? No. What did you dream?
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In it, Charlie, Jing Yuan, Adolphe, Brimstone, and Hawke were standing in a red and gold hotel, talking to each other about how they were disappointed their phones had no reception. They seemed healthy, and their chao were with them. At the very end of this, Jing Yuan looked up at me specifically, waved, and smiled. I then woke up.
Normally, I'd think nothing of it - but I don't typically dream. And if I do, it is never this vivid.
... It may be nothing. Perhaps a nice thing someone conjured for me, or my mind reassuring me. But I can't stop thinking about it.
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It does seem very detailed and specific, and there's no hotel here, so it'd be weird for your subconscious to bring it up unless there's a very fancy hotel in your home world?
If there is something that could give people dreams, that's a sweet gesture, but I haven't heard of anything like that yet. If it's all of the people we lost... I'd want to believe in it, especially if it includes their phones and their chaos.
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[ there's a little like 💢 emotion to this sentence but it's fine ]
But we do know they've been lost, not destroyed. And I have heard from little birds that there have been mysterious voicemails, here and there. So... perhaps it is something to keep in mind.
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[ or foolish but elysia doesn't usually call someone foolish so bluntly.
she looks thoughtful again before she makes a knocking on a door motion. ]
You think that could be about them?
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[ :ben: emotion. it's not emotionshare but it's on his face. as for the rest: ]
Yes, that precisely. I wonder if it could have been from them. I could see quite a few of them being entertained by knock-knock jokes.
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elysia looks thoughtful about the implications of this and she reaches over and pats him on the arm. sorry you've suffered for your fans. ]
Maybe people will move onto another target next for those kinds of things, but I can see why you're popular for it.
[ she's not against the theory of it being the double dead. it'd be nice if it were. ]
It's a subtle way of sending a message, if it's them.
[ she is thinking only jing yuan knows how to be subtle. adolphe is just tired. ]