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[thestormishere]

[ There's two separate notes here at a reasonable distance away from each other, but the fact that the handwriting looks like a child trying to look neat would easily give away their common origin, if anyone actually cared enough to notice. ]

People "disappear." What happens to them?

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Snow — have you been outside today?	Gambit — are you still around?
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Comments

to the first note- anonymous

[notachick.livejournal.com]

It's unknown. They "get better" and sometimes come back to visit. And sometimes they just disappear.

[thestormishere]

What do you mean "get better"?

anonymous

[notachick.livejournal.com]

The names on our little metal tags become very real to them.

[thestormishere]

. .Got it.

I'm guessing that phrasing comes from before today.

anonymous

[notachick.livejournal.com]

Pardon the vague language, but yes.

There's no evidence to say for certain, but I've seen several people return here for visits, believing they are the ones the little tags say we are.

[dark, childishly scrawly writing]

[heroesdontshave]

Um. No?

[obviously added after the original response:] - Snow

[dark, childishly neat writing]

[thestormishere]

Tha You should take a look.

[ Yes, this is somehow important enough for your resident pink-haired, stony-faced warrior-girl to comment on to him. ]

[dark, childishly scrawly writing]

[heroesdontshave]

[something was started but then vigorously scribbled out]

Alright. I'll go check it out tonight then!

[dark, childishly angry writing :|b]

[thestormishere]

[ Several false starts here as well... ]

Don't go outside by yourself. I'll come with you.

[dark, childishly oblivious writing :( ]

[heroesdontshave]

I'll be fine! Don't worry!

[dark, childishly I-will-kill-you writing >:[ ]

[thestormishere]

No. Where is your room?

[dark, childishly wow-chill-out-sis writing 8< ]

[heroesdontshave]

[there's a mark here where the pen was left as he realizes he has no idea what his assigned room number is]

Um. There are some stairs that go upstairs in that big hallway up front. If you go all the way down that little hallway in front of there and through the doors at the end, that's next to the sector I was assigned. Don't worry, I'll come find you, okay?

[Ow. Writing a lot hurts.]

[dark, childishly why-do-I-bother writing B| ]

[thestormishere]

[ Okay, Lightning is good at directions, but... what? Ugh, have a picture. ]

[dark, childishly whoa-good-thinking writing :D ]

[heroesdontshave]

[dark, childishly what'd-you-expect writing >|a ]

[thestormishere]

Got it. I have to go over there first anyway, so don't wander off.

[dark, childishly yeesh-so-demanding writing -_-;; ]

[heroesdontshave]

I won't, I won't...

[just-looking-out-for-us nonwriting ¬_¬ ]

[thestormishere]

[ ALL EVIDENCE OF THIS CONVERSATION = TRASHED ]

[sasuke-of-sound.livejournal.com]

[messy, dark.]

They get better. Or they come back, or they visit.

Sometimes they are used.

[thestormishere]

Used?

[sasuke-of-sound.livejournal.com]

As weapons.

[thestormishere]

[ There's a few places where it's clear Lightning started to write but thought better of it, and then, very dark: ]

I understand.

[sasuke-of-sound.livejournal.com]

Do you?

How long have you been here?