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[ Ariadne is most definitely not in her room; in fact, to those who may recognize it, she is definitely in Simon and Seth's apartment. She's definitely not wearing anything that belongs to her, either; she's got one of Simon's shirts on, the collar currently crooked as she presses some ice to her shoulder. There's a bruise in the shape of a horse hoof there. When she speaks, her voice is louder than normal, like she's trying to hear herself. ]

I really want to apologize to everyone whose pets or... selves... I may have tried eating over the weekend. I was all cheetah and couldn't stop myself. To the owner of the now-missing chickens, I'm willing to pay you back, if you'd like.

[ She shifts, only to grimace, hand moving to her ribs for a moment. Ow. ]

Someone please tell me Waffle's okay. I'll be home soon, once moving stops hurting so much and the ringing in my ears goes away.

Comments

[boutant]

I will. Thanks, Charlie. [ Pause. ] Did you get hit with something, too?

[charring]

Yeah. I don't know if I ever told you but I'm a pyrokinetic. It was gone yesterday.

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That must've felt weird.

[charring]

Kind of like missing an arm. And being cold. I'm never cold. I've been doing this since I was a newborn. It was a very weird...loss of self feeling.

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I can't imagine...

[ Maybe if she were to lose her ability to see, to draw, to build. ]

[charring]

It's not like any of this shit is ever permanent, though. Right?

[boutant]

As far as I know. I hope that stays the same.