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[espigeonage]

[This goes up at about three a.m., though obviously it can be seen and replied to at any time.]

Anyone up and on rn? It's got creepy, but I don't think anything can get up here. Anyway. I'm pretty sure this last extra is not about me, because I know what I was like at eight years old. I didn't think things out, I was a *kid*. No one was recruiting me for anything more serious than idk, dodgeball.

Who the fuck asks eight year olds to be field agents? For anything? Especially things that could get them shot or buried alive? Who does that? Even if he *is* this weirdly mature type and apparently not human.

Gah. This might be a good time to go for a run.

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[Text, next morning]

[professorwolf]

I was asleep, I'm sorry :( Are you all right?

text; 3 am

[angelskills]

[ Colette has been having a very difficult time of sleeping lately. While normally she wasn't much of a sleeper, the nights had become even more difficult. What had brought on such insomnia? She doesn't know. But she is, however, awake when the post goes up. Having nothing better to do other than stare up at the ceiling willing herself to sleep, she responds. ]

Wait, what? What happened?

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[espigeonage]

I'm fine, don't worry. It got better once I left the apartment.

[Texted]

[espigeonage]

Weird dreams and creepy feelings. Pretty sure one of those was an extra, it had that kind of feel.

Damn it's raining. Maybe I can run anyway. I just feel like I can't stay alone in the apartment right now.

[angelskills]

... I'm sorry. Those are pretty awful. Do you want to talk about it?

If you do go out, please be careful. There are a lot of strange things going on at night - or so I've heard.

[espigeonage]

There've been worse, don't worry about me. And I suppose I could! It was pretty quick. I'm still getting bits.

Concerned for me? It's not a bad neighborhood, and there are streetlights.

[angelskills]

Still getting bits...? You mean, the dream isn't over?

Of course. I don't want you to get hurt. Even if it's a good neighborhood... I can't help but to worry.

[espigeonage]

Remembering parts of it, I guess. Like there was a dream, but unlike normal dreams, it doesn't fade later when you look at it, more details come up. Very odd!

lol, thanks. I mean it, that's sweet.

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[professorwolf]

I always worry. What do you mean "it got better"? Just that it was easier to stomach when you were outside, that vision?

I am pretty sure none of these visions are about us, though. I mean, I am rather certain I am not a wolf in my spare time, and I also know my parents are not Scottish.

[angelskills]

That is pretty weird. What details are you picking up?

You don't need to thank me. That's just what friends do.

[espigeonage]

I had a feeling like I was getting followed, and that wasn't as bad. I mean it's not a good vision, but it's bad to *me* because hello child endangerment, not bad in itself. If that makes sense, lol.

Makes sense, I guess. One of the others...

[espigeonage]

Like someone told this kid that he needs to know the risks if he becomes an agent. He could get shot, or buried alive, and now I'm remembering more. Knifed. Dismembered. Drowned. And he thinks it's condescending!

I'm happy to hear that! But I do want to thank you.

[formermagicalgirl]

[This comes at shortly after 3AM because now Tamara is in the other direction of not being tired all the time, but now always seeming wide awake. So she's taking a short break while she's making up for lost time in studying. Of course if she knew who Julien was, she'd be avoiding him like the plague because the last thing Tamara needs in her life is another flirty guy like Sam.]

I've started referring to the person I see in my own as the "other me". I may be seeing those things from her point of view and it seems so real and detailed, but none of it is things I have done or would do. What I don't get right now is why I'm seeing this other me's memories, thoughts, emotions, and stuff.

[espigeonage]

Makes sense, I guess. Parallel universe? lol, sounds so silly when I put it like that.

[angelskills]

An agent? Kind of like James Bond?

Hehe, thank you for thanking me!

[espigeonage]

I guess! It's a spy term. Not used that often otherwise. This would be cool if it didn't come with the bit where they asked not-me about this when he was eight years old.

Well then, circle-of-thanks can't be neglected, can it?

[formermagicalgirl]

Like any of the rest of this isn't silly? I have two words for you: talking horse.

[angelskills]

Eight is really young... do you think something like that could have really happened? Or maybe you've been watching too many spy movies? Though I can't think of too many movies with children as spies.

I guess not!

[espigeonage]

lol, you have a point! And more words: Apostle of the Violet Rose. Last time I had a vision-extra someone called not-me that, and he was cool with it.

[formermagicalgirl]

Maybe he's in some weird society, club, cult, or something?

[espigeonage]

I don't know. There's always Spy Kids, I guess, but I think they're at least preteens - and I was kind of hoping I wasn't part of a zany action-comedy, anyway. This didn't seem to have that kind of mood.

Teen spies, that's more common in tv.

[espigeonage]

Maybe. Also apparently he's not human, but I guess by now neither am I. Not completely.

[formermagicalgirl]

I don't think mine is either. But maybe those statues are opening some weird space-time rift and we're picking up on abilities from an alternate version of ourselves and in their universe they are complaining about becoming human? If so, they can have all this back.

[espigeonage]

Lol! Okay, I gotta feel a little sorry for mine. Maybe he doesn't know how to ride a motorcycle and gets that? That's probably the coolest thing I can do.

[formermagicalgirl]

Unless there aren't even motorcycles there. Then that would just suck.