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1059064 No. 1059064 ID: 11f77a

NSFW for nudity and possible casual lewds
Chapter 1: https://questden.org/kusaba/quest/res/823974.html
Chapter 3: https://questden.org/kusaba/quest/res/1068906.html

“Happy for once.”
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No. 1064554 ID: 8f9bc4

boink his brains out!
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No. 1064616 ID: f2320a

>>1064546
Been stressed if you dont have any ideas on where to go or do we could just spend some quality time as i fuck you up with fucking you will be like a mountain goat after i take you down brokeback mountain
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No. 1064665 ID: dee951

>>1064616

Let's try to not be too cheesy in how we let him know, hahaha. Unless you have a specific way to be cheesy that you two enjoy?
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No. 1064671 ID: 11f77a
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Marlene: Oh, I dunno--I’ve been out walking all day. I know you mean out of the apartment together. My legs are just aching a lil’. I ought to ride the bus tomorrow if they still hurt.

Seb: Fair enough.

Marlene: While today was a little better than usual, my mind has still been going to weird places. Think you can pamper me for a bit?

Seb: Oh, sure. Let me help with the dishes and we could just chillax on the couch.

--

Ah, that’s better. Not much to pamper other than brushing my horns or massaging my head. Seb’s catching up on a show where he’s a full season behind--I already know what’s happening so there’s less need to be invested. Gives me a reason to be invested in something else~
Other than the occasional quick handjob there hasn’t been much intimacy in the past month-and-a-half due to the unsynchronized lows we’ve been going through. Ya know: he arrives home tired and is quick to doze off one day--or I’m depressed and don’t have the will to initiate sex on another day.
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No. 1064672 ID: 11f77a
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Somehow, I’ve segued away from pampering. We transfer to the bed, Seb’ll have to watch the rest of the episode later--he’s got other things to tend to.

Undressed, I slink my body over the cool bedsheets and present myself. A single hand grabs a cheek and the other guides him to my waiting slit.

Seb: Ahh~

Marlene: Hmm, missed it~?

Seb: It’s been for-fucking-ever.

Marlene: Just make it last.

Marlene: For me~

He slides in like he’s testing my depth; a careful rocking to agitate his nerves. He thrums. I coo. And I feel myself stretching to fit his girth. With two warm palms resting on my hips (as those thumbs nudge into my softer rump) he picks a tempo to fuck me to. And he's hilting me with each full thrust.

Damn this feels fucking good.

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No. 1064673 ID: dee951

Keep it up, keep at it! You want to end up with both of you as exhausted puddles of goo at the end! ;)
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No. 1064674 ID: a758c7

tell him how good he feels and how thick he is and how deep he's going, it'll drive him nuts
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No. 1064675 ID: 8f9bc4

Hold him tight with everything you have; he's wonderful
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No. 1064676 ID: e5709d

Wait
Did you forget the condom?
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No. 1064677 ID: dee951

>>1064676

She might have an implant, at her age. That'd make sense.
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No. 1064678 ID: 2fe8b5

Yeah, take it! Seriously though, that's pretty much all you can do unless you change positions.
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No. 1064693 ID: 8f9bc4

That's the beauty of sex. The more you do it, the more you want it, and the less you need to do anything else. Your body's needs aren't complicated right now, so just give into your urges and do what you need to do.
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No. 1064740 ID: f2320a

>>1064678
can also pull out as he pulls out and slam back as he slams in get a pace going that makes your backfat jiggle
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No. 1064811 ID: 11f77a
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Seb’s taking it easy, I’m good with that~ When his hips roll my soft, callipygous caprine ass bows and taps against his lower belly. Tip to base, it’s a long thrust that ends in a thirsty wet clap.

I’m not usually a vocal gal. Sure, I utter out some moans or wince but Seb always knows I’m enjoying it. I dunno what it is; I guess I like bearing up. I like the tension; the stifling. It leads to a fair amount of kegel holds onto his member. But his thrusting is near-frictionless from our fluids and all attempts to grip his sex is fruitless~

We seem to find an unspoken intermission. His hand nudges my rear and I voluntarily tip over. I shimmy around to lay on my back next and scoot further across the bed. He follows and we’re both grinning like sinners.

Dirty talk aint my forte. I suppooose I can indulge.

Marlene: Fuck Your uh prick feels real good...in me.

Seb: Damn hrnnff Four years and you finally notice some things, huh?

Marlene: Shut your mouth and get on top of me~

He hunches over and his chest hovers above. In missionary he changes his rhythm to a faster romp. His body weighs against mine and I’m pinned to the mattress. Proceeding after is a percussion of hips. I try to be more vocal this time with my head tilted and mind drifting. His muzzle nips at my throat and pecks alongside it.

There! I feel him flexing~ Although, what tipped me off more was his drawn-out grunt. I hold onto his shoulders, my heels press into his lower back as he locks into me.

It’s fine if he finishes in me, I take the pill. We’ve had close calls before so ... we aren’t strangers to dealing with repercussions.

Seb: Ooah...

Marlene: Yes~ mmm There we go. All in, big guy.

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No. 1064812 ID: 11f77a
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1064812

We cuddle for a while and stare at the ceiling. It’s at this post-coitus clarity that I ponder some things. Things like ... I’m gonna get old and ugly and I should fuck as much as I can. But those are only sparse thoughts--I don’t think Seb has the energy for a second round. He’s pretty beat. Not that I’m going to immediately act like I'm holding onto my youth for dear life.

Shit, man. Wasn’t I just ten years younger a moment ago?

He doesn’t seem to have that mindset. I think he’s crashed. Men~
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No. 1064826 ID: dee951

Just, uh, to confirm. How many years have you been together with Seb? Four, right? RIGHT?
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No. 1064842 ID: a758c7

Give him some sleepy smooches, then hug him close for a bit~
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No. 1064851 ID: 273c18

>>1064812
Your dry spell is probably why you kissed your boss. Horny thoughts lead to no thoughts.
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No. 1064897 ID: 11f77a
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>How many years have you been together?
Yes, four years. Met in freshman college. Whatever silly banter we had was just that, silly.

>Your dry spell is probably why you kissed your boss.
Sigh. I would’ve thought I’d be better than that.

Eventually my eyes are too tired to stay open. I wanted to clean up a bit before I start to crash. Pop a melatonin gummy. The lights turn off and it’s easy to go straight to sleep...

Just the darkness of my eyelids and the thrum of the ventilation now.

Calmness.
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No. 1064898 ID: 11f77a
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1064898

There comes a pleasant humming above me. I feel waves of heat rake through my hair. I realize my head is softly being stroked. I hear a voice; he speaks in ASMR. Does that even make sense how I describe it? It makes me want to sleep within the... sleep. It’s real nice.

It’s him.

Carter: Hmmhmm. Well, looks like we’re back again~

Carter: Have fun in the ‘real world’?
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No. 1064901 ID: 2fb6ee

Oh! Hey Carter. Glad you're okay. I was worried about you. Sure, I had fun there! Say, what do I look like in the Cyborg world?
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No. 1064903 ID: e5709d

"I reviewed a hundred stupid excuses for applications for chump change and then got laid. You tell me."
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No. 1064904 ID: b1805a

>>1064898

Does it sound like that one weird riff our buddy Robin was playing?
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No. 1064906 ID: 03e744

... here again. Any chance he found out anything about this place, or even remembered it when he was awake? Is it possible to get a closer bead on his location to find him in the real world?
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No. 1064907 ID: 273c18

>>1064898
Yeah, you went to the meeting spot but didn't see him. Then you did some band practice and spent time with your boyfriend. What's he been up to?

What was he saying at the end of the last time you were in this orange place? Also did he see anything when he opened his eyes?
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No. 1064908 ID: c2abc4

Can you swap phone numbers? You seem more coherent this time.
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No. 1064970 ID: dac950

You...didn't leave in all this time?
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No. 1064974 ID: 8f9bc4

Don't worry about opening your eyes, just relax here and feel your world. Can you feel, or hear anything around you besides Carter? Maybe you can explore together. It would be nice to know if he saw you at the meeting spot, or if your real worlds do not coincide.
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No. 1064975 ID: dee951

What happened at the end there last time from your perspective? What were you saying? What happened in your day afterwards?
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No. 1065063 ID: 11f77a
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>Can you feel, or hear anything around you besides Carter?
>Does it sound like that one weird riff our buddy Robin was playing?
Not quite, but still very ambient undertones which I can only describe as a ‘blooming’. It gives me wonderful goosebumps. It takes me a moment to realize where I am.

Marlene: Carter!

A burst of energy through me and I sit straight up. My hands touch him as if I expect an illusion. But he’s there--feeling as real as can be. As real as last time.

Marlene: I’m glad you’re okay. I was afraid I may have killed you.

Carter: Heh, I seem to be breathing just fine. How would you have killed me?

Marlene: I meant-- I don’t know. To be forcibly kicked out of the simulation could have some consequence, that’s all.

Carter: That is, if it’s all still a simulation.

Marlene: I get it. But I’m not convinced otherwise. This is just all too damn weird. I mean, a third night in a row where I’ve been in the dream? First time’s an experience. Second, a coincidence--

Carter: Well you know what, Marlene?

Marlene: What?

He takes my hand.

Carter: I was afraid for you too.
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No. 1065064 ID: 11f77a
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I squeeze his palm and look at it. I feel a lot more content now. I’m wondering if he’s been here all this time while I was awake and living my life. There are a lot of questions but I better be careful not to ask them all at once. I’ll get to them all eventually.

Marlene: So, about last time... Did you open your eyes? Were you able to see anything?

He pauses and I can see some regret on his face. His hands knead together.

Carter: Uh..n-no I never ... opened them. I’m sorry, Marlene. I just couldn’t force myself. I was scared.

Marlene: Don’t be. I shouldn’t have pressured you like that. I should be the one to apologize for leaving you alone here. But at least you had this place to remain at peace while I was gone.

Carter: That’s the thing, though. Immediately after you disappeared I woke up too. It was as if the dream turned off like a switch.

Marlene: What?

Carter: I know! I woke up early in my bed without a stir. I even went back to sleep after ten minutes. Nothing. Or at least there were normal dreams. But I wouldn’t remember those.

Marlene: That is weird.
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No. 1065065 ID: 11f77a
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Carter: So...

Carter: What did you see? Did you see the, uh, aliens tending to us?

Marlene: No. I saw you but you were a machine. Like—

Marlene: When...

Marlene: Wait, you were about to say something.

Carter: Just now?

Marlene: No... before I woke up. You said something about the nightmare. Do you remember?

He takes a moment to recall. His hands squeeze a little more out of nervousness. His head shakes to stay focused, if to snap out of the constant bliss for a moment.

Carter: Oh. I do now. Well, I was--

Carter: I was about to say ... I think the nightmare ... was me.

Marlene: What do you mean?

Carter: You said you were here once before we met. But the same happened to me as well. Only ... I did sense someone. I think it may have been you. I reached out--and she tried to fight me off. I wanted to calm her down and let her know I wasn’t going to hurt her. Before I could see her face she was gone. And the dream ended instantly there as well.

Marlene: Why haven’t you told me?

Carter: Once I realized that, I thought you’d be scared of me; I didn’t mean it! I was nervous. I didn’t think we’d end up together again.

Carter: But... we did. And here we are... again.
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No. 1065070 ID: 273c18

>>1065065
I see. Yes, that matches what the visions looked like. Except, last time, when you woke up, it looked like he got shot in the back of the head by some kind of bolt. That would explain why he immediately... let's say, lost connection. It also means that whatever's happening in that cybernetic body horror reality, those in charge don't want you two to be fully aware of eachother, and also they have a means of fully repairing the damage incurred from the security measures. Or maybe that wasn't a damaging blow at all? Like a sort of stun rod? It was hard to see.

I'm not sure what we can do about this. I suppose we could try something new tonight, and open HIS eyes, while you keep them closed... or nobody open them tonight at all. Regardless, we really do need to figure out some way of meeting up or at least communicating in the mundane world.

A long term plan might be to nudge this orange trance into just barely enough awareness of the "outside" to investigate our situation without waking up enough to cause panic or engage security measures. Like, during the first dream you became aware of struggling against something before you opened your eyes. That state is the target- awareness without alertness. We could call it "one eye open"?
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No. 1065072 ID: ee97bf

>>1065070

Yea, can we try some sort of slow waking up without panicking to the robot realm? Sorta covert-like, maybe only opening one eye for a bit, slowly getting a look around, moving like we're still asleep and twitching to get close enough to whisper. I feel like we'll get some clues to what's going on there. Also, want to swap phone numbers for the mundane world? And no hard feelings if we're making weird dreams for each other, as long as we cooperate to find the truth, yea? It's not like we're trying to cut ourselves or others off from any reality, so there's no culpability or anything.
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No. 1065074 ID: 8f9bc4

Marlene hug Carter
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No. 1065076 ID: b1805a

>>1065065

It sounds like this place enhances and amplifies our emotional experiences. Everything feels so much more intense and real -- bliss or contentment, anxiety or terror -- and right now, it seems that trying to do anything forceful (like Carter's attempts to console us turning into a nightmare) can have profound and unexpected consequences. Maybe it wasn't opening our eyes that did it, but our fear that this was all an illusion that created it a second time.

If so ... where do the boundaries lie, and can we learn to control them?

If we keep arriving here with Carter, can we use that in some way? He feels as real as we are, and even with our eyes shut we can see one another. There has to be some way to find each other.
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No. 1065097 ID: ee97bf

>>1065076

So what emotions would be optimal to encourage the most useful response? A mix of acceptance, hope, and mild curiosity?
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No. 1065132 ID: 15a025

>>1065097
Maybe happiness and excitement
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No. 1065156 ID: 96715b

>>1065132

Perhaps more mild versions so any amplification doesn't make you manic?
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No. 1065302 ID: 11f77a
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1065302

To think I’d be more surprised, yet I’m easy to accept his confession. It does make sense about the first encounter I had. I meld into a gentle hug--I don’t know if it was to console him or because hugging feels good.

Marlene: That does change a few things ... not in a bad way. I’m just confused if the nightmarish visions depend on what I see rather than what I feel.

Marlene: We have to find out more. I need to know what you see!

Carter: You ... you just apologized for pressuring me...

Marlene: Dammit. I know. I know. I just... want to know what’s going on here! We have to find out the purpose of this place!

Carter: Maybe I won’t need to open them.

Marlene: Why not?

Carter: I just don’t see the point in it. Let’s say I do open my eyes and I do see you as a machine. We’d immediately wake up and have to do this all over again.

Carter: I’m just gonna assume the same will happen with me.

>Can we try some sort of slow waking up without panicking to the robot realm?
>It seems that trying to do anything forceful can have profound and unexpected consequences.
There’s a lot less restraint to express my feelings for sure. It could be that our fear of the unknown brings about the illusion, and we see what we expect to see. I don’t know if I’d be capable of pretending happiness when I open my eyes. It’s not just fear alone that makes me think it’s a bad idea. It’s also laziness, and how heavy my eyelids feel, or not even trying to acknowledge it as a problem. But the thought to force it also makes me feel how pointless it’ll be.

Marlene: So, what? Are we to just drift around like ... a bunch of Eloi? Euphoria in purely existing?

Carter: Maybe. You’re bothered to think someone’s behind all this.

Carter: But it has me wondering whoever’s behind this can’t possibly be malicious.

Marlene: And how would you figure that?

Carter: Being put into a sea of bliss is probably one of the most humane things that can happen for, uh, ‘subjects’. As for our people? Caprine-kind? We slaughter animals in dirty pens, torture rats and record their responses--

Carter: If there was a creator ... they’ve gone through amazing efforts to construct such a pleasant limbo!
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No. 1065303 ID: 11f77a
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Carter: But ... it could be nothing at all, maybe it’s a new phenomenon.

Carter: I mean, if we keep meeting like this--there has to be a reason we were chosen!

Carter: So maybe we ought to just ... let it be? We could talk. I know it takes effort to think beyond what’s immediately on our minds. But we could get to know each other. This is beyond pen pals!

Carter: You could share something. I could share something.

Carter: Like uh--

Carter: Uhm.

Carter: Red!

Marlene: Red?

Carter: Red..is my..favorite color? I think? Yeah.

Carter: We could take it one fun fact at a time.

Marlene: Heh, sure...

>Also want to swap numbers [?]
>We really do need to figure out some way of meeting up or at least communicating in the mundane world.
Marlene: I was, uhm, at Brook’s Clove today.

Carter: Oh, right. I’m sorry I--

Marlene: I mean ... I was going to be there anyway but I guess you couldn’t come over.

Carter: Yeah. Not--definitely not today.

Marlene: It’s fine. I spent my day reading terrible scripts for chump change. Then visited my friends at band practice--and got laid. Not by the band, that was--

Marlene: --I don’t know why I shared that so openly. A bit TMI.

He scoffs a laugh.

Carter: So you have a boyfriend? Or girlfriend--not that I would assume.

Marlene: Yeah. A boyfriend. Four years.

A slight pause.

Marlene: Were you up to anything?

Carter: Not much. I remember biking for a bit, thinking about this place all day. I prefer biking over driving. Not that I can travel far from home.

Marlene: Hey, if we are real people in the mundane world then perhaps we could share numbers.

Carter: Oh, I guess that could work...

Marlene: Is that alright? Are you going to tell me you don’t have a phone?

Carter: I do. Maybe I just want to see where this goes first. I dunno, I guess it’s like meeting someone from the internet. Yet--would this count as being in-person already? Where exactly are we? Are our bodies here or lying in bed a million miles away?
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No. 1065304 ID: e5709d

>Whoever created this place can't possibly be malicious.
I don't think they meant to create this place for its own sake. It just occurred as the logical conclusion of focus testing and the after-effects of test subjects imposing what little will they had to ease their nightmares.
More importantly, if the subjects are contributing to something horrifying, then keeping them complacent and calm will prevent them from revolting. Classic paradox of Heaven: if paradise is where everyone who loves to help others ends up, then why are they stuck in a world that is cut off from the people who need the most help? Hell, are they actually hurting people without realizing they've been used?

>Yeah. Not--definitely not today.
"The internet is a powerful tool. Eighth wonder of the world. Which... which unlucky Carter were you?"

>Averse to sharing phone numbers
"Concentrate. No excuses for not sharing public information that all the big corporations memorized in an archive already."
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No. 1065322 ID: dee951

A treacherous part of you really wants to know what sex would feel like here. That'd be cheating though. And you might be able to get pregnant in this realm. But part of you still wants to know.
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No. 1065329 ID: 273c18

>>1065303
No way of knowing, not without having more sensory input than the bliss haze, but there doesn't seem to be any communication lag. Little to no latency means close distance.

Tell him about your band, your friends.
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No. 1065337 ID: 8f9bc4

Tell him how you've been stuck in a rut for years, and you don't know why. You love writing but you can't find any inspiration in your life anymore. You hadn't even been out of the house for a week before before this dream that isn't a dream shook you up. That... might be why you're here.
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No. 1065583 ID: 15a025

Hm, well. If sharing phone numbers might be too personal for now. How about chatting up sometime online?
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No. 1065855 ID: 11f77a
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>A treacherous part of you really wants to know what sex would feel like here.
Trust me, I’ve wondered that. I don’t know how I’d feel about it at this moment. Am I satiated after the romp with Sebastian? The dream keeps me joyful.

>Keeping [subjects] complacent and calm will prevent them from revolting.
I guess... but I don’t think I have much of a choice but to move along this euphoric current for now. I try to answer him my thoughts.

Marlene: Well, perhaps we’re real close to our bodies. There doesn’t seem to be any latency in our communication.

Carter: Look-at-you, always finding the logic in things~

Marlene: Oh, you think you have a good bead on me already?

Carter: Don’t you ever find beauty in mystery? Heh-heh.

Carter: So what do you even do, Marlene?

Marlene: Tis’ a mystery. Hmm~?

Carter: Than by my logic you must work with computers.

Marlene: Nooo. I-- I don’t really have a job right now. Or I’m trying. I want to be a writer. Or I am a writer. Yeah.

Carter: Ah, you were reading movie scripts not javascripts. Anything good?

Marlene: Mmm-no. Maybe. I’m reading them for a friend. Most of them are trash.

Marlene: I’ve been stuck in a rut for about a year and I don’t know why. Not even thirty and it feels like my life has come at a stand-still, like it’s as far as I’ll ever get. It used to be easy to write. Perhaps my old job has given me a depressing taste of how the real world works. It was... stressful.
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No. 1065856 ID: 11f77a
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Marlene: But since the first dream, things have been getting better. I’ve been acting strangely, too. I would see or do things that I normally wouldn’t--or be unable to realize before it’s too late.

Marlene: Has it been happening to you? Have you seen visions of this world when you... remember something nostalgic or hear a certain harmony? Or acted differently than you would?

He ponders for a bit, but he’s nodding.

Carter: I believe so, now that I think about it. Behaviorally, at least.

Carter: I talked back at my mother; it was over a small thing too. I mean, I didn’t yell--but it was clear enough was enough. It’s so dumb because it’s such a minor thing.

Marlene: What was it?

Carter: Meatloaf. Never liked it as a kid, don’t like it now. But every time she’ll convince me to eat it because I may have grown out of it.

Carter: Anyway, I politely decline as usual. But of course she has to bring those stupid questions up. “What if you were stuck on an island with only meatloaf to eat? What if your future girlfriend cooks you meatloaf for dinner?” It’s always one of those. Pointless rhetorical shit.

Carter: I just went on a tangent, is all. It shut her up. But I wondered if that was really me or some kind of outside element.

Marlene: She probably didn’t mean to upset you.

Carter: No. She’s always like that. The slightest defiance and she absolutely must win. And what’s worse is she’s subtle about it. It’s almost a mind game. Every conversation there’s a winner and a loser. It’s not traumatic but stretched over years and years you get tired of that strategy.

Carter: Great, now listen to me. On a tangent again over nothing.

Carter: I know one thing; I wished I was back here. I was worried you may not have returned.
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No. 1065859 ID: b1805a

>>1065856

Maybe ... maybe that's the point. Maybe being here, wherever here is, is supposed to help us move past things.

For us and Marlene, it's getting back her inspiration, being able to write again, finding a path forward.

For Carter, it seems like ... finding the means to direct his own life, have a sense of agency and independence?
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No. 1065869 ID: 8f9bc4

Are you two alone, or is there anything else in here with you? Even something distant, faint, or large?
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No. 1066042 ID: 11f77a
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>Are you two alone, or is there anything else in here with you?
I look towards the orange void and feel infinitely small compared to a red giant. I look up at the tethers and see no end. I sense many directions at once as my proprioception expands far. Perhaps I can describe it as seeing myself in the third- second- and first-person at once. It’s only now when I notice it, like manually breathing.

Nothing. Nothing but each other and ambient noise around us.

Marlene: Thank you, Carter. I have a feeling we may be seeing each other for a while.

Marlene: I don’t know why you and I were chosen... but I’ve been trying to make sense about why we’re here.

Marlene: Maybe this place is supposed to help us in the real world.

Carter: A new theory? Well you are the creative type~

Marlene: Just hear me out. Sure we can chill and drift forever, and bask in this wonderful euphoria. But this could be some metaphorical limbo to get past what holds us down.

Carter: If this is some roundabout way of accepting meatloaf into my life...

Marlene: No, Carter! It’s not like that at all~

Carter: I’m kiiidding.

Marlene: I was depressed for years, even through high school. Writing was my only distraction at the time--but once I lost that drive--perhaps this place is a means for me to get on the right path again.

Marlene: Is something holding you back, Carter? Something you’ve lost on the way?

Carter: Uhm--I’m not sure...

Marlene: A sense of agency? Or independence?

Carter: Quite the guess after one anecdote with my mom. Living at home aint so bad I reckon.

Carter: Though this place is a well-deserved break sometimes...
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1066043

He moves on to something else.

Carter: So tell me about your band. Are you famous?

Marlene: Hell no. But-- we're gonna try to join a local event called, uh, ‘May 4 Two’ or some shit. It’s happening a month from now so I’ve taken the task of writing a song or two.

Carter: Man, that’s so cool. Do you sing?

Marlene: Oooh no. Noooo no I can’t sing. Or it’s passable but I’m going to let the two idiots do that. Maybe I’ll push a few keys but that’s it.

Carter: You sound wonderful just talking to me.

Marlene: Huh, you know I just noticed this--I feel like I’m talking just low enough to myself, but you can still hear me from all the way there right?

Carter: Hey, yeah. You’re right!

Carter: Can you hear me now?

Marlene: Yes. Hehehe. You have a nice voice too, by-the-way.

Carter: What’s your band called?

Marlene: Oh! The Mnemonic Gaps. Yeah I don’t know where they come up with that stuff.

Carter: It’s clever. Written anything so far?

Marlene: Ooooh... I’ve written some weird run-on paragraph of this place. It’s a bunch of gibberish but if I could pick out the best words maybe I can form a single poetic line for a 7-minute song.

Carter: That’d be so cool. I could try to help.

Carter: Man, can you imagine being able to... work in your sleep? You can get your shit together in here.
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No. 1066049 ID: 77626a

>>1066043
...shit, we should try that. Let's try it! Write something!
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No. 1066060 ID: 8f9bc4

It's probably the tethers; you're in contact through them somehow.

Writing might be hard to do here, but you can tell Carter about something you'd like to write, or think of what idea really inspires you.
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No. 1066062 ID: e5709d

Have your songs transition between nirvana and cyberpunk hell, because that's apparently the theme of this place and you should write to reflect that.
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No. 1066076 ID: 273c18

>>1066062
ehh maybe it's best not to dwell on the nightmare that probably doesn't fairly represent the hypothetical alternate reality that contains the dream. The dream might simply be a psychic connection between two people, with nothing else related to it.

Maybe we could focus on the theme of connections between people...
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No. 1066146 ID: 15a025

Might be hard to write without a pencil. You could try telling Carter a story though! Make it up as you go along.
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No. 1066337 ID: 11f77a
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>You could try telling Carter a story
>Maybe we could focus on the theme of connections between people
>Writing might be hard to do here, but you can tell Carter about something you’d like to write.
> Have your songs transition between nirvana and cyberpunk hell […] you should write to reflect that.
Marlene: Huh. Maybe that’s one good use for this place. I don’t know how much longer we’ll have tonight but I may as well start on something.

Marlene: Like that song.

Marlene: But I don’t have a pencil so... this will be a testament to my memory when I wake up.

Carter: If you forget, the lyrics weren’t worth remembering~ What I always say.

Marlene: Eh, I’ve got a journal in my nightstand. If I sleepwalk again I just need to quickly jog over.

Marlene: Now let’s see...

It might be a bit difficult to ponder hard about this--but there are words and phrases I remember fading in and out of my head. Sometimes words are just sounds that feel nice on my tongue--that feel nice to the ears. No need to think of the words before or after.

>Select three, or your favorites
>You can swap or replace words
1)...turn my head into beautiful sound...
2)...we can fall for a million days...
3)...it’s just the company of absence now...
4)...can we feel the way that we used to...
5)...out of my peripheral, an ambient cloud...
6)...drifting between pluto and calliope...
7)...bask in the sun-stained grass field...
8)...whisper me a little seed...
9)...but you can’t take it with you...
10)...from the sky blooms a great noise...
11) [ free style >___ ]
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No. 1066341 ID: 273c18

6, 8, 1
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No. 1066369 ID: 15a025

1,3,7
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No. 1066384 ID: 8f9bc4

10,2,5
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No. 1066385 ID: 273c18

hm...

whisper me a little seed
turn my head into beautiful sound
bloom a great noise into the sky
to echo between pluto and calliope
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No. 1066387 ID: e5709d

* screaming of yesteryear
* compressing god in a ball
* the highest is broken the lowest to be broken
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No. 1066543 ID: 11f77a
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1066543

>...turn my head into beautiful sound...
>...drifting between pluto and calliope...
>...whisper me a little seed...
>...from the sky blooms a great noise...
Yes, I think these will do; they seem to stick inside my head the most. I’ll manage to work on them in the real world--least if I make the effort to concentrate on remembering.

Marlene: What do you think?

Carter: I don’t think I’d be able to describe it any better. You’re onto something, I know it. I’ll keep an ear out for the radio when the song is finished~

Marlene: Which is better; bloom a great noise into the sky, or from the sky blooms a great noise?

Carter: Are you telling people to bloom or describing the sky blooming over them?

Marlene: I guess I’ll figure that part out later.

Carter: So your song is going to be about this place? Will people understand it? Could they ever feel like we do right now?

Marlene: For once it gives me inspiration to write. It’s very real to us. I know it’s a dream, but I’m also fully aware--

Carter: Like a lucid dream.

Marlene: But it’s not! It’s like... I can’t manipulate this place like a lucid dream. There’s a haze of forgetfulness when you’re in a dream and it’s only when you wake up would you realize what had happened.

Marlene: But here I feel no haze. My mind, albeit my emotions are heightened, is still clear to me.

Carter: It kind of makes--
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1066544

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No. 1066545 ID: 11f77a
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1066545

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No. 1066546 ID: 15a025

Wake up, shows over. You're sleep walking outside, and not outside your home either it seems?
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No. 1066547 ID: e51896

Wake up
begin thrilling stealth mission: try to get home without being seen.
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No. 1066549 ID: 0fb2b3

Do you recognize your surroundings?
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No. 1066550 ID: 273c18

>>1066545
Where are you?
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No. 1066554 ID: 8f9bc4

Oh no you went sleepwalking naked, right in front of that very well lit gas station, and the casino with all those neon lights, both of which the camera is conveniently facing away from right now, and the bar that's just finished happy hour with all the raucous patrons leaving at once, and oh no here comes the parade! Oh no it's the mayor! She's giving you a surprise pop quiz, right in front of your high school crush!
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No. 1066558 ID: a758c7

Uh oh, goat in the buff
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No. 1066711 ID: 11f77a
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1066711

It... it feels a little nippy. Cold all’a sudden. Everything went dark.

>Wake up, shows over.
>[...] Oh no it’s the mayor! She’s giving you a surprise pop quiz right in front of your high school crush!
Ugh, huh? What? What’s going on here--was I just--
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No. 1066712 ID: 11f77a
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>Where are you?
>Do you recognize your surroundings?
>You’re sleepwalking outside, and not outside your home either it seems?
GASP! What the fuck?! Oh shit! Where am I?!

shit..shit..shit..shit

I recognize this place. Fuck! I mean... good! It’s literally my street! What the fuck time is it?! Where’s my house?! How long was I out here?

I turn and see my porch directly behind me. The door is open a lil’. Oh thank fucking christ.
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No. 1066713 ID: 11f77a
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1066713

I rush back inside the apartment. My tits are freezing.

This isn’t good. I really hope no one saw me; I didn’t look around the neighborhood before I ran back in. I saw a little light in the sky. I wonder how damn early it is. Probably just about dawn.

Oh man. Oh god, what a rush. Brrrgh!

I gently close the door as quickly as I can.

Seb’s in bed it seems, undisturbed.
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No. 1066716 ID: e51896

That must have felt a bit... exciting, didnt it? Maybe rub one off after that experience before you go back to sleep, and get dressed in your pajamas

Note to self: get dressed before going to sleep from now on... unless maybe... do you want to potentially go through that experience again? I mean, youll have the excuse that you were literally sleepwalking, and that experience probably did felt heartpoundingly fun and unique
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No. 1066719 ID: a758c7

get in bed and cuddle up to Seb so you can warm up
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No. 1066720 ID: 273c18

Press your cold nipples to his back.
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No. 1066721 ID: 322af8

Well if it was a good rush maybe you should try it again sometime. Otherwise just sneak back to bed and hold your man.
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No. 1066723 ID: 1371b2

Pajamas might be a good idea.
Or unfortunately doing the cyber-nightmare unplugging to the dream again…
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No. 1066724 ID: 0fb2b3

Hmmm. It might be more productive to try to get to the cyborg reality rather than going from the pleasant dream to the mundane reality, if this is what happens if you don't go for the middle step!
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No. 1066816 ID: 8f9bc4

That one time you made yourself wake up, you were still sleepwalking though, and Seb found you in the closet. You don't know if the elysian pond is related, or if this is just a "you" thing. Might be good to ask Carter if he's been sleepwalking, next time.

At any rate the good news is even if someone saw you, you have an ironclad excuse. Can't help sleepwalking! It's a known fact that you get away with the most forbidden, tabboo acts in the world, and everyone will be perfectly fine with it, as long as you don't enjoy yourself.
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No. 1066827 ID: 11f77a
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>That must’ve felt a bit... exciting, didn’t it? Maybe rub one off
>Well if it was a good rush maybe you should try it again sometime.
Uh... I mean, well. Okay, listen.
As exciting as it may have been after running back in the house--usually that kind of experience is one to have planned beforehand. Rubbing one out isn’t really the kind of response I’d have right now...

>[...] doing the cyber-nightmare unplugging to the dream again
>It might be more productive to try to get to the cyborg reality rather than going from the pleasant dream to the mundane.
I don’t really want to shock myself awake--I may have ended in the street either way. But Carter was saying something before we were both cut off. I wonder what kicked us out of the dream if we hadn’t opened our eyes this time.
I’ve sleepwalked three times now. First was in a closet, then the couch, now it’s made me venture past my porch. I’m gonna have to take some precautions next time I sleep. I guess I’ll remember to wear pajamas.

My nips are sensitive to the touch but they’re quite chilled.

I notice it’s 5:12 in the morning. While I’m not as tired, I can snooze a bit longer. Not that I have a job. I lock my door. I don’t recall locking it yesterday; it slips our minds sometimes.

I carefully rejoin my boyfriend in bed. I try to sneak close to his toasty body. It rouses him to grunt.

Seb: Hmm? Hun? You feel... very cold--

Marlene: Shh. Say nothing or my cold hands will grab your balls.

Hmmmgh~ man that feels better...

Just like that~

Hrmmph...
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No. 1066828 ID: 11f77a
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1066828

Hurnh..?

Shit--who turned on the sun? It’s too bright through the window. My eyes; ow. Morning hurts.

Guess I didn’t return to the dream. Harrumph.

The television is on; news at a low volume. Seb’s not in bed. I think I hear him using the bathroom. Running sink water. Guh... what time is it now? 6:17?
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No. 1066834 ID: 273c18

GET UP YOU SLEEPY HEAD YOU CAN SLEEP WHEN YOU ARE DEAD
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No. 1066837 ID: 791bcd

Dont forget to write down what you dreamt:
>...turn my head into beautiful sound...
>...drifting between pluto and calliope...
>...whisper me a little seed...
>...from the sky blooms a great noise...
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No. 1066841 ID: 8f9bc4

It's 11:30. You've been asleep for three days.
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No. 1066857 ID: e51896

whats going on on the news?
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No. 1066943 ID: 15a025

Agreed. Get that pen and paper going Marley.
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No. 1066980 ID: 11f77a
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1066980

>Get that pen and paper going, Marley
>Don’t forget to write down what you dreamt
Yeah, yeah. I can still remember ‘em. Let me juss’ find my journal.
How come my eyes are so tired right now? I was fine an hour ago. I didn’t dream anything; it felt like a blink.

>what’s going on in the news?
My eyes adjust to the light. I put a robe on and check what’s playing on the news. Something about a rubber duck race happening later down a canal. It’s one of those market festivities.
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No. 1066981 ID: 11f77a
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1066981

By the time I’m finished writing down my notes Seb comes walking out of the bathroom. He has a script in his hands.

Seb: Oh hey, you’re up!

Seb: I uh... I was reading a bit in there. Some of these scripts are kinda bad. But you probably knew that.

Seb: I actually found a script under the couch while I was looking for my boots. I dunno if you’ve read it yet. I’ve put it on the coffee table there.

Marlene: Oh! Thank you. It’s not one of my old ones lost months ago is it?

Seb: Nah. It’s something about a... calliope thing? I forget the title--I only glimpsed at it.

Seb: Say, is everything alright?

Marlene: Yeah I’m fine. Why?

Seb: Jus’ wondering. Was thinking maybe the AC broke again or something. You felt a little chilly. But if it’s nothing then it’s nothing.

Seb: Anyway, work begins in a bit. Weekend is finally approaching. Don’t stress your brain too hard today. One of those scripts ought to make that $100.
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No. 1066985 ID: 273c18

Read that calliope thing. That's a name that showed up in your lyrics too.
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No. 1067000 ID: e5709d

>Calliope Script
Y'know, that might explain the dreams... but not the knowledge of Carter.
Read. Now.

And read more scripts.
* Bun in the Closet - A closeted lesbian is in a miserable relationship with a guy to hide her sexuality, gets raped by something (either a supernatural creature or she deluded herself from trauma), and is now pregnant.
* Hyper: Extra-Censored Edition - A sex comedy where everything manages to barely reach an R-rating by showing massive bulges, suggestive imagery, and clothed ongoing orgasms. For instance, there's a scene where a hermaphrodite housewife accidentally eats a testosterone pill while playfully wearing her scientist husband's experimental spandex spacesuit meant for astronauts to explore the sun, and then her bulge grows to the literal size of a mountain while it's still covered in NASA spacegear. All of this doesn't use CGI censoring but simple extra-clothing, which extenuates the hilarity.
* xkcd: The Movie - A stick figure movie made of unpublished comics from the late Ramdal Onerow himself, according to his last will and testament they are to be directly scanned and then modded beyond recognition with the latest video editing software to make a full 3D AAA-quality movie in whatever way the director desires. (In this universe, the author of xkcd died in an accident or something and then it turns out for every comic he published, he kept one in secret.)
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No. 1067012 ID: a758c7

also be sure to hug and smooch your boyfriend~
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No. 1067037 ID: 11f77a
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Marlene: Yeah I’ll be alright. I’ll likely choose... the Saturn one. Or Countdown to Darkness. I might visit Silenus, might not--who knows. Maybe I'll be naked all day inside the apartment and watch tv.

Seb: Ya know, I've been havin' a little cough lately. I ought to call-in.

He slips beside me for a kiss.

Seb: Alas, bills are waiting for me. I’ll see you later. Have a good day~

smeck

Marlene: You too~ Make your money.
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No. 1067038 ID: 11f77a
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1067038

>y’know, that might explain the dreams [...] Read. Now.
>read that calliope thing. That’s a name that showed up in your lyrics too.
I’m quite curious to know as well. There seems to be a lot of coincidental things happening. Soon as my boyfriend heads out the door I read the script.

Hrmm. Jason in the Kaleidoscope. Sci-Fi Drama. By Osman Neiro. Don’t know how I missed this one. Growing into adulthood, a boy experiences parallels of his life which only he is aware.

Multiverse here we go; it’s what’s popular right now. It seems like Seb misremembered the word ‘kaleidoscope’. Although, both ‘kaleidoscope’ and ‘calliope’ originate from the same Greek word ‘kalos’ meaning beauty.

How do I know that? I just looked it up on my phone.

flip
...
flick
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No. 1067039 ID: 11f77a
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Marlene: Huh...

flick
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flip

CHAPTER END
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No. 1067067 ID: 8f9bc4

I think we have a winner...
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No. 1068917 ID: c4110d

Chapter 3: https://questden.org/kusaba/quest/res/1068906.html
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