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"It is nice to have something to do. I agree. If you don't mind, I was actually thinking of doing some fishing."
UH
HERE? ARE THERE... FISH?
"I don't see why there couldn't be." He examines the reel of a lengthy fishing rod. "Fishing isn't exciting to watch, Miss Fawkins. If you'd like to join me, you need arms."
I AM NOT SITTING THERE FISHNG WITH MY RETAINER'S DEAD MIND INTERLOPER.
"Then there's nothing left for you here, isn't there? You're a busy woman. You have a lot to do. Why not do it?"
I—
WELL YES I WAS ALREADY PLANNING ON LEAVING. SO YOU KNOW. ALREADY PLANNING ON IT. JUST AS SOON AS I STOP BEING A SNAKE THING ALL BY MYSELF. WHICH I WILL DO. EASILY.
"Mmhmm." Teddy's hooking on a squirming red worm.
You look away. Enough of him! After Horse Face, Pat, and Teddy, you're going to need a cleansing from irritating people. Maybe another drink, if you find yourself uncomfortably sober. You'll figure it out. How to remove yourself, though? It can't be that hard. Even if Gil and/or Richard mostly got you out the last times, it can't be that hard! Positive thinking. After all, you are not actually a very large snake-type reptile, and such a thing isn't even possible, and this is also not real at all, and if you can make the interloper appear presumably you can make yourself appear? Yeah! Yourself, desnaked. Except you don't want to fall 30 or 40 feet onto the pier, or into the ocean, so maybe you're actually, er, inside yourself? Your actual body is? It'd be warm and wet and red in there, and you'd be hunched, and...
Why did you specify the hunching? Your back hurts. You are there, or assume you are, because it is warm and wet and black in here. It could be red if you lit it up. The ground is slippery and slopes slightly downwards, a bad combination, but one you compensate for by gripping the walls. (You feel something vaguely in the back of your mouth.) Down, down, always down, and you creep down and down again, hoping to find light. Silly you. There's no light, and the path wraps around and around itself, and before you're aware the fog is wisping up you're breathing it in. By the time you are aware, you are fuzzing at the edges. It has grown more potent down here. You step, step, heave, stumble. Fall. Then it is warm and wet and black in your head, too.
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You sleep.
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>What will you do when you awaken?
>[1] Look at Horse Face's gadget selection.
>[2] Get the list of victims... you mean, the list of Headspace possession targets from Eloise.
>[3] Find Madrigal, so she can help you get in touch with Real Ellery. You should probably tell him that you're blowing up Headspace. Possibly. Theoretically.
>[4] Take care of various small tasks in your tent, like reading Henry's letter or testing out your newly magycked bad eye. (Look, you need to decompress too.)
>[5] Write-in.
