Sure. [she is unsettled by what happened, but it's her nature to try to shrug it off.]
Owner and Guy were there, too. We were some kind of group exploring a ruin, and we found a journal. It started driving us insane. I kept thinking the others were going to try to take the journal from me, and I could use the journal to create my dreams.
[Yeah yeah I'm sure the cozy grandma chair makes up for the creepy dolls.
Luke knows enough about CYOAs by now to know that whatever she went through was probably A Lot, so for once, he won't accept her easygoing acceptance. But for now, he listens quietly--and his gaze sharpens as she explains.]
Just generally the stuff I wanted to accomplish - it felt like the journal could do that. [she shakes her head.] But it was cursed, everything it was doing was just trying to get into our heads.
[He nods slowly, though he clearly looks unhappy.]
...There were dreams in mine too. [Well. She saw that insanity for herself, but--still, he wants to clarify, to let her know she's not alone even though his experience was, in his opinion, far less traumatic.] How did you figure it out?
[Hmmm. He considers this--and his answer would've been the same regardless, because Luke will say whatever he needs to to get information he wants--but fortunately, he's wholly sincere when he nods.]
Okay. I promise. [He's pretty sure he's going to be upset regardless, but he understands the way these things work by now, so it's more of a vague sympathy and helplessness. And... well. Margaret's already dead. She ain't gettin' any deader, at least not yet. He can keep his cool this time.]
[HELP. THEY REALLY JUST WENT CRAZY AND THEN DIED ABOUT IT how very Lucien-core.
Luke sits with it for a moment--simply absorbing. Then he breathes in, and reaches for her hand.]
I understand if you don't want to say any more about it. [Even though it's hard to resist prying for every little detail, just to know it--to hold onto every little thing that's hurt someone he wants to protect.] But I'll listen, if you do.
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Sure. [she is unsettled by what happened, but it's her nature to try to shrug it off.]
Owner and Guy were there, too. We were some kind of group exploring a ruin, and we found a journal. It started driving us insane. I kept thinking the others were going to try to take the journal from me, and I could use the journal to create my dreams.
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Luke knows enough about CYOAs by now to know that whatever she went through was probably A Lot, so for once, he won't accept her easygoing acceptance. But for now, he listens quietly--and his gaze sharpens as she explains.]
Dreams? [...] Anything specific?
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...There were dreams in mine too. [Well. She saw that insanity for herself, but--still, he wants to clarify, to let her know she's not alone even though his experience was, in his opinion, far less traumatic.] How did you figure it out?
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Then... to escape, you...
[If they didn't figure out, then the options have rapidly dwindled.]
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...If I explain what happened, it's as a courtesy because we're friends. I don't want you to get angry about any of it on my behalf or anyone else's.
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Okay. I promise. [He's pretty sure he's going to be upset regardless, but he understands the way these things work by now, so it's more of a vague sympathy and helplessness. And... well. Margaret's already dead. She ain't gettin' any deader, at least not yet. He can keep his cool this time.]
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Well, it's fairly simple. We all went crazy and tried to kill each other.
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But, ah... he winces, but he doesn't seem, like, shocked to hear it.]
I thought you might say something that. [Given last week's CYOAers... but that's not for him to share.] And then you... woke up back here, or--?
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Luke sits with it for a moment--simply absorbing. Then he breathes in, and reaches for her hand.]
I understand if you don't want to say any more about it. [Even though it's hard to resist prying for every little detail, just to know it--to hold onto every little thing that's hurt someone he wants to protect.] But I'll listen, if you do.
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I'm fine talking about it, I just don't want to put Sidon or Owner or Guy on blast if they wouldn't want to.
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[Which she knows very well... but he's trying to be good and not interrogate her, like a normal person.]
Are you going to write to Guy and Owner?