ii. [handwritten]

[wastingtime]

In my years, I've experienced a number of strange things. But out of all of them, not remembering why I'd booked a flight back to this city until I arrived here has to be among the top ten.

Hello again, everyone. I hope the rest of you haven't proven to be as forgetful as this old man.

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[wastingtime]

[oh.

oh dear.

Elian can tell Christobel herself isn't all right, and grips her hand a bit tighter, concern etched over his features. the waitress, returning with the spirit, offers her own concern only be waved away by Elian.

they're fine. really. honest. it's only when she leaves...]

You as well?

[reapsthewind]

[the apertures in her eyes click shut slowly, and she closes them. ]

Something named Unicron, a beast the size of a planet, something horrible...

[hands to hear head. arrrrgh.]

DO HO HO HO HO

[wastingtime]

[and that causes another twitch in his mind, one he tries to push away but that name, that name, that-]

Named what...?

mewehehehehe

[reapsthewind]

Unicron? I don't know much more. Just... big. Planet-sized. And horrible.

[wastingtime]

[that name, that horror, that-

he's breathing quickly, now. again that not-vertigo, but this is worse, because what he's remembering now is so violent, so- so-

horror isn't a word for it. trembling, he reaches back for his head, skin cold and clammy as he makes a weak, almost-moaning sound...

toomuchtoomuchhurtingchaoswardeath

...and then abruptly slumping forwards in a dead faint.]

[reapsthewind]

[What a terribly awkward time for the waitress to come back]

I -- my uncle is very elderly, I think he's... I don't know what's wrong? No, don't call an ambulance, I'll take him to the hospital myself, just help me get him out of here... I don't think it was a stroke, I hope it wasn't a stroke

[SCREAMING INTERNALLY AS THE WAITRESS AT LEAST HELPS HER GET ELIAN OUT and then she pays for the meal and leaves a huge tip because HAHA WELL FUCK]