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[sabra_la_iudex.insanejournal.com]

Who: All the good little anti-entropy engine girls and boys and others
Where: On the way back towards the dorms
When: Day 258, evening, so very shortly after Good Ends
What:

[As the festivities end and it’s time to head back to dorms, there seems to hang an uneasy feeling that has nothing to do with bittersweet goodbyes. The particularly astute may notice an uncomfortable stillness about; not a living thing is out and active, save the Blanks. Even the river seems stilled, as if holding its breath. The more sensitive can probably feel it coming, whatever it is. Even the insensitive may find something about the walk home distasteful.]

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[clap_your_hands.insanejournal.com]

*a very clear sense of unease*

...Let me know if you figure anything out? Things just don't feel right, but I'm not sure how much is the last game and how much is real.

[blue_mind_group.insanejournal.com]

I will. Stay in touch, okay?

[clap_your_hands.insanejournal.com]

*an undercurrent of deep affection joins the uneasy feeling*

Always. You too.

[blue_mind_group.insanejournal.com]

*and it's returned*

Always.

[clap_your_hands.insanejournal.com]

Thanks.

...Be careful.

[blue_mind_group.insanejournal.com]

You, too.

[clap_your_hands.insanejournal.com]

*a repeat of the sense of affection before the connection quietly moves to the background for a time. when he refocuses on it, the sense of panic is impossible to miss*

The ground... it's moving...!