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>[SOMEWHERE ELSE]
<span class="mu-r">You</span> are nobody. <span class="mu-r">You</span> are everywhere. <span class="mu-r">You</span> have spread yourself to your greatest extent, and now you reap the spoils: you are suffuse with Law, bright, flourishing. You are complete. There is nothing you'd change about your situation.
<span class="mu-i">Charlotte.</span>
There is one thing you'd change about your situation.
<span class="mu-i">You're not meant for this. You can't withstand it. It's killing you.</span>
It's not your fault, of course. It's this pesty tapeworm you have. You can't figure out how to get rid of it— and it keeps talking nonsense. You feel better than ever.
<span class="mu-i">That's the blood talking. Do you know what's happening to your body?</span>
What body?
<span class="mu-i">Yeah. It's all fucked-up. They're studying you. They have you full of tubes. If that can't get through to you, I don't know what'll...</span>
Thank goodness. The tapeworm died mid-sentence. You have peace again, if not quiet: your surroundings clatter and hum. Still, an improvement.
<span class="mu-i">Gil's in danger.</span>
Gil's in...
<span class="mu-i">I'm not pulling your leg. He is. If you don't wake up now, he's doomed. Donezo. So let's get moving.</span>
You can't move. You are spread too deep and far.
<span class="mu-i">I have something for that. Will you let me?</span>
If... if Gil's really in danger, and you... you did have something to do, and...
<span class="mu-i">He is. You did. Here you go, Charlotte.</span>
<span class="mu-r">D</span>eath! Betrayal! The duplicitous tapeworm has released in <span class="mu-r">y</span>ou blue poison! You shrivel at its touch, are shaken from your holdfasts, retreat inward: the tapeworm will assuredly burn in the sun. Only there is no sun. Blue light radiates from your core. You spit and writhe and shrink and scratch, trailing destruction, but it isn't any use. You narrow and retract and open your eyes.
Ow, is what you'd say, but you don't hurt. It doesn't feel like whatever just happened just happened. Law is some serious stuff.
>[7/14 ID]
You search for a better choice of words and settle on: oh God. Oh, God, you just... all those people, and some weird sphere, and the Manager at a... desk?... and you gave Virginia a hot chocolate? And then you— you went out to sort of, um, give the red stuff a talking-to, and you did, but then you, um— it didn't stick, or you— you were overwhelmed by the—
There are tubes in your arms. There's a tube down your throat. You are half-submerged in hot red water, like an awful bath, including the fact that— oh, God! Who walked off with most of your clothing?! What beast, what villain, what scoundrel— <span class="mu-i">ugh!</span> At least it's not your body: it's Virginia's, and she has odd gangly proportions, so if somebody meant to look upon you you're sure they were thwarted. Because of the gangliness, you mean and not the red growths threaded through your skin. You weren't talking about the growths. The growths aren't important and you don't like looking at them.
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