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[When the feed starts, a scruffy teenager is kind of peering at the screen a little curiously. He’s outside and on a laptop, alone somewhere]

That..was not in my address bar. Why did typing in some random numbers in Goggle take me to some...forum or something? That’s what this is, right?

[He’s not sure. He’s not the techy one. He’s the cute one.]

A forum? For...people who’ve found weird stones and then had a weirder hallucination...type...thing?

[He holds up one of those glass runestone type things—the rune for "th"]

I mean, I know I look like it but I swear I don’t smoke pot so...this thing had to do it. Whatever "it" was.

[Honestly, he’s not sure what it was. Funny whooshing sound, random string of numbers...yep, no clue.]

So. Um. If anyone wants to explain what’s going on that’d be...great. Please.

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Now, I would be more than happy to join all the others in bringing you up to pace with all that we know on what this whole peculiar situation is if you would all be so kind as to not type so quickly, everybody! Some of us have only been reading for months! I'm afraid I can't quite keep up with - the~ exposition. As it's going.

Edited 2013-10-04 22:48 (UTC)

[The expletives that come from Killian's mouth are not fit to type.]

Fuck a talk horse!

Edited 2013-10-04 22:49 (UTC)

[Huffs through her nose, head rears and ears twist in something simulating an intense roll of the eyes - ] Yes, yes, dear, a talking horse - now, am I to assume that all that text and you're still not up to speed? Hmm~? For if you were, then well, I'd say that surely you'd know that I'm hardly the oddest thing in this city, but! I have been mistaken before!

Edited 2013-10-04 22:58 (UTC)

There is a talking horse in this city, Christ I told Mom New York was better!

[Sorry, give him a second. He actually cuts the feed, waits a minute, and then reconnects]

...I'm not dreaming. Oh God.

[At that outburst she stands with flattened ears. Looming over the trough, eyes down at where the connection's been cut - well, that was certainly an overreaction, even by the standards of some of what she's run into!

Connection and the image of the young man returns - and she feels a little something like amused triumph. Ears switch, she blinks - keeps looking down from above.]

Nnno you're not - my dear fellow. Apparently this is quite the~ eclectic little community you've happened to canter into. [Flat - in a pressed-flat, pointed and affected sort of way.]

[He whimpers a little]

That's a word for it.

Isn't it.

[Her tone remains largely flat. It's a little looser. If dry. And slowly cruises up to a higher baseline.] Ther~re's me, a writing ferret, at least two men who can talk to animals without our human language skills, really countless other sorts, darling, so~ be kind now that you're among the - "Numbers Club."

...I am not the one who thought up that nickname.

Edited 2013-10-04 23:52 (UTC)

A ferret?

[Wut]

Also--seriously? The Numbers Club?

[Clipped.] I told you. I~I did not - make it up.

Yeah, I heard you. But seriously, who decided that was a good name for whatever this is?

I hardly know, dear; it could have been any of the dozens of people who've shown their faces on this network the past few months.

But! Now, I. Wouldn't pretend it's unforgivable. It does make sense, I suppose... At the very least.

Yeah, if you're the kind of person who goes to a club or something.

[He shakes his head]

Though I guess there aren't a whole lot of options.

Whatever do you mean, darling? [Tone is, rather just-like-that, brighter and casual, above anything else.]

What do you mean, what do I mean?

What I mean is, what do you mean? ...Darling. [Which isn't making headway.

Shaking-it-off, flick of her ears - and a flick as well of a forehoof, in something similar to a hasty "carry-on" wrist-rolling.]

That is what do you mean by~ the kind of person who goes to a club! ...Do tell. [No bit of backhanded sass or any other such there - this really is merely impatient, sloppy attempt at backing out to conversation on some point.]

Oh.

[Right. She's a horse. She might not get what he means.]

Sorry, like kids who go to public school or something.

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