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The Mane Event

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*Glory looks up at Solar in surprise, almost looking hopeful to do so but after a split second, she places the amulet down and goes back to picking others up and tidying them back into boxes.*

Glory: No, I... Not to say I don't want to but... I shouldn't. I'm not very experienced with that sorta thing and I don't want to set something on fire. I really don't want to accidentally damage any of your things.

An una-VOID-able meeting

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*They wouldn't feel comfortable with being /dragged/ but trailing behind shouldn't be as hard. They're starting to look pretty on edge regardless though. It seems like whatever happens, they'd rather tune in and get it over and done with as soon as possible.*


*Tom pulls a look of discomfort, frowning at his hands.*

Tom: I'm /always/ not well. I'm always and- and everyone always looks at me like... Like I'm crippled! Everyone always just... Just watches with their clipboards an' their big coats and they tut at me like a street dog an' always say "poor thing" and "god bless". But- But I'm not a "poor thing", Dad. Deep down I'm strong an' I'm a person and -And I don't think God cares about me! And I don't care about them neither!

*He swallows nervously, eyes widening and covering his mouth. He mutters a prayer under his breath, apologising quietly and fearfully as he stumbles from the door he clung to.*

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*Malkia watches Murderer intently but without showing too much interest. Corvus raises an eyebrow in his watchfulness though, unable to keep their interest quite as hidden.*

Corvus: So, have ya got a name we can call ya? Something to make things easier while you're here?

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*It can get a little hungry every now and then. Normally it doesn't bite people though, most injuries come from sticking hands into the bag without thinking of exactly what you want. Fiji has numerous small cuts from the times where he's thought to summon a scalpel and forgot to imagine the safety guard or case to protect his hand from the blade. Rose in particular tried to summon a needle and pricked herself on accident.*

*With the blanket off, Fiji's panicked flailing ceases for a moment but he still twists in pain. It feels like he's burning, like everything is on fire.*

Fiji: It hurts- It hurts- please, Sam...

*It already seems like he's fading out again.*

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*Crystal and Ink's next target appears to be Teddy's door.*

*And Geno iiiiiiis... Uh... Well he has to be /somewhere/... Oh, it looks like he's rumaging through Robin's stuff again.*

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*Paige winces, avoiding Hemlock's gaze
They almost look too uncomfortable to say.*

Paige: Back to square one again... Another wipe.

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*Lieu looks to Captain again. His face is filled with hope.*

Lieu: But What Do I Tell Her? What Do I Say That Would Be The Trufh But Without Just Accidentally Saying Everything?

An una-VOID-able meeting

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*Otane? They were sticking fairly close to Briar. They still don't feel quite welcome in the VOID and being near to Briar eases them a little. After all, they WERE the one to cause everyone to end up at Catcher's facility in the first place and they were the one who made the runes that now seem to be hurting people. They worry that if the others find out that it was them all along, they might be angry with them.


*Tom shakes his head.*

Tom: No... No... It... Please don't worry about me. I don't like it when others worry about me.

*He avoids eye-contact, glancing anywhere but at Gaster and holding onto the door a little tighter.*

Tom: I don't like feeling like I'm under ob-sir-fayshun again... and... And the last time someone worried about me, I was almost buried alive...

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*As if reading their mind, Corvus pi pes in.*

Corvus: Salted caramel. It's our house-blend... Actually, I lie. It's our only blend.

Malkia: I suppose it's good if you like it but bad if you don't. Everyone needs a little sweetness in their life though! Uh... /Do/ you like it?

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*Sure.

*It's sort of hard to tell whether Fiji is dreaming or whether this is a nightmare. Though it's more-or-less obvious that he's acutely aware of the pain in his waking form as that has followed him into his dream. It could indicate that he's not as deeply asleep as he might seem, especially given how his waking form still breathes and shifts uncomfortably, face marked with pain. In fact, in his dreamscape, his leg is not stitched up but instead it bleeds freely. He tries to do something to ease the agony but everything he tries doesn't work and just frightens him more. The combination of the anxiety and pain is almost blinding.*

*In his dream he wanders with purpose. He's young, or at least younger, and he walks familiar streets. These dreams are rare for Fiji, the memories of his younger days forced down into the depths of his mind but occassionally resurfacing in times of distress. Though normally he dreams of being in his home when picturing himself younger, not so much on the street. A building comes into view, the others fuzzy and disorientated, but the one he approaches he recognises. There's a car parked in the driveway, a little red hatchback. Or was it a square, white truck with "Pest Control" in bold text on the side? It switches between the two each time he looks at it. The world unwinds at it's seams, he doesn't have much time. He needs to get into the house before... He's not sure what will happen but it will be bad. Whose house is this? Or was it an apartment... Or an abandoned factory? Is this where he was running to or running from? He can feel himself shiver. Is he scared?*

*Another flash of pain tears through his mind. He isn't sure which way is forward. Is his leg rotting off his bones? It feels as if his flesh is peeling off like paint melts off of a burning wall. In fact, is the world on fire? Why is everything so hot? Why does it hurt so much? He can see the building again, no, not the building. Just the door. But he isn't sure which building it belongs to. Though it's either stay out in the flames that are climbing his leg or enter. He tries knocking but nobody answers. The door is locked and he's trapped.*


*Fiji gasps, trying to tear the blanket off of him but struggling to do so in his exhausted and weakened fumbling. For once in his adult life in the VOID, tears well up in his eyes as he struggles, both from the blind panic and the pain. When he catches Fell's shape in his vision, his ears fold back and his voice cracks.*

Fiji: S... Sam... Help...

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*Ink and Crystal are currently playing ding-dong-ditch with the various doors. They've been pretty disappointed by the lack of people in their rooms so far though. Rose seems to be catching up too, if it wasn't for the fact that whenever she gets closer, she has to apologise to a disgruntled resident.*

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*Paige is quiet for a moment, typing away at her laptops. It works as a comforting mechanism as much as it is her job.*

Paige: I suppose I'm okay... It could be worse...

*Not particularly? It's just something about the VOID feels homely to her. She isn't sure why. It's like she's missing something or someone...
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*Lieu hesitates for too long of a moment, clearly unsure. He grins though, trying to appear more confident than he really is.*

Lieu: I'll Be Fine!

*He looks down at the portal marbles worriedly.*

Lieu: It... It's Not As If I Don't Want You To Come With Me. It's Just That You Can't. It Might... Disrupt The Natural Order Of Things. Like Ink Used To Say... I Just Don't Want My World To End Up Corrupt. I Don't Want To See Error Have To...

*Lieu trails off for a moment then looks back at Captain with a smile again.*

Lieu: I'm Nervous. I Haven't Seen Alphys In A While And Our Meetings Really Are Important To Me And Her. We're Still Friends! I Just Wish It Didn't Feel So Much Like Walking On The Thin Ice Back In Snowdin.

The Mane Event

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*Glory looks over the bird pendant with fascination.*

Glory: It's kind of cute...

*She looks back down to the fallen items, sitting down so she can carefully lift them with her hooves and place them back into a box. She isn't sure if there was an order to them but at least this might help.*

Glory: There's so many... In my lifetime, I think I've only ever seen one artifact. It was in a locked, bulletproof display case in the manor back at home... I always felt drawn to it but nobody ever told me what it /really/ did.

*She looks over an amulet that looks like a little fox, feeling drawn to the animal ones the most.*

Glory: The closest I got was them saying that the necklace helped my parents acrue great wealth and that one day it would be passed down to my brother and I. Though they never told me how or why the necklace worked. They hated talking about that... It's odd, I always just assumed that it was another one of my parent's secrets. They always were stingy with everything. The more I think about it though, the weirder it feels...

*She looks at Solar again.*

Glory: Solar, what do you think it actually did?

The Mane Event

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*Glory looks over Solar then tilts her head to a side as she looks past him into the room and over the pile of artifacts.*

Glory: Oh- I see... Are you hurt? Oh- Those look interesting. Can I help you tidy them up again? What were you going to do with them?