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[perfecting]

Who: Nancy Wheeler + you
Broadcast: yes
Action: heron, if you're so inclined
When: current

So if anyone needs or wants water guns, we have tons on the Heron.

and

it'll sound weird but if you ever heard of other places, worlds.

I don't mean this one.

If you've ever heard about one or been to one that looks like yours but isn't then, well.

I'd like to talk.

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[unbridles]

[It's been a few days, John's had the chance to play around with the comms for a while and figure out text. It still takes him a while to type anything, though.]Water guns sound fun. I'm assuming they're just like they sound, a gun with water instead of bullets?

[perfecting]

That's basically it.

You fill it with water and shoot at someone.

[unbridles]

Sounds like a lot more fun than actual bullets, yeah.

[perfecting]

I mean, you could try.

I have tons of them. You can take as many as you'd like.

[unbridles]

I might be interested. I need something to do besides reading.

[paraclete]

Do you have questions for a person like that?

[perfecting]

Yeah.

I mean, I can answer some too.

If they'd want that. It's only fair.

[paraclete]

That does sound fair.

[SWITCHING GEARS,]

How do you like the Heron?

[perfecting]

It's okay.

I mean, people are nice.

They don't really treat me like a kid.

[paraclete]

There are some interesting people on that ship.

Do you get treated like a kid a lot? You don't like that?

[proweird]

Water guns? What for?

[perfecting]

No idea.

I guess Atroma thought it was funny. I'm security, here.

They probably thought it was a joke, a security officer with water guns.

[ she doesn't see the humor, herself. ]

[proweird]

Oh! Stefan mentioned the sponsor gifts and that they were sometimes absurd.

[ Elena can actually see the humor in it. ]

I guess it's time to plan a water fight.

[perfecting]

some of them can somehow be useful but most of them are really stupid.

I mean, yeah. we can use those and do that when we land and have some open space.

[proweird]

Hence, the water guns.

Right, I guess it might be a little messier than it's worth on the ship.

[hollystrike]

Hypothetically, why would you like to talk?

[perfecting]

I'm trying to find a friend.

She's.

She's trapped in one.

[ she hates talking about it but she doubts anyone will tell her anything unless they know how important this is for her and why. ]

[hollystrike]

[Oh...

She's reticent to talk about such things, but that is a damn good reason that hits close to home.]

What sort of world is it? Do you know how she got trapped there?

[perfecting]

It's like mine but it isn't.

Sort of like a negative of a picture, you know? darker. weirder.

My friend got taken there by something. I need to bring her home.

[ it doesn't matter that barb is dead. nancy won't leave here to rot in the upside down. ]

[hollystrike]

[That sounds a little like the Shadowlands, which doesn't mean it is, unless this girl is from Katie's world. Either way, she can only deal in the philosophical.]

Most worlds are made up of multiple layers stacked together. Land of the living, land of the dead, land of spirits, land of dreams. They're all twisted reflections of the same place.

The barriers between then are sturdy but paper thin-- you can breach them if you know how. It's not wise. Denizens of one land can't survive long in some of the others. But if you know the rules that make it, you can find a way in and hope you're fast.

A safer way would be to find someone with experience there who can bargain on your behalf. Is that an option?

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[ladybro]

I've been to all kinds.

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[perfecting]

Was one of them dark?

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[ladybro]

Sure, but -- what kind of dark are you talking about? Dim? Shadowy? Or just downright macabre?

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[perfecting]

dark as in

no light at all. no sun. like night but

all the time.

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[ladybro]

So, like, some Dormammu shit.