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002 Voice | Sometime after midnight on the 14th

Well, whatever it is, is here now. Judging from the smell, I'd guess a wet dog. Or maybe a wet wolf, based on the howling some of you have been hearing. I'd probably be a lot more weirded out over this if I hadn't seen a lot of you talking about similar things happening. That, and it just seems to be sitting here--I'm guessing, anyway; can't really see it, or anything. If this is really a ghost, or something, it seems kinda--HOLY SHIT!

[This last sounds more exited than distressed, and he says nothing more for a couple of minutes. Then, finally...]

I...I can see it! Like a thread of light at the back of my mind. I--I think I can touch it. Maybe I can...

[Another short silence, then a soft POP! like a cork coming out of a bottle...or a small amount of air rushing to fill a sudden void.]

GODDAMMIT! That was supposed to be my pencil, not my fucking homework!

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That's why you don't bother doing it.

But seriously, what happened? Make something else explode?

Yeah, well, I've gotta do at least some of it to stay on the swim team, y'know.

Yeah, my homework, obviously. But I'm kinda figuring out how it works though. I think.

Oh right, the blackmail of sports.

A noble sacrifice in the name of mastering a superpower!

Yeah, they pretty much get you one way or another.

I was trying to sacrifice my pencil, though. And if this is a superpower, it's a pretty lame one, even if I do learn to control it.

You're blowing stuff up with the power of your *mind* that's *awesome* what are you talking about?

Yeah, but what good is it? I can only blow up little stuff. If I could blow up the bastards that put up those statues, or that killed Paul Ben, then yeah, that'd be awesome. All I can do is blow up their stationary, or something.

Work up to it.

Or blow up something small that matters.

[[There are plenty small things that can cause major damage... A small explosion in a gas tank...or in someone's chest... ]]

Maybe. If I'm ever able to control what I blow up. I'm still figuring this shit out.

Just keep at it and it's sure to get better, right? That's what they always say for anything.

Yeah, I guess. I'd just rather not lose all my stuff while I'm learning.

Go practice someplace where it doesn't matter what blows up!

Are the wolf-things still hanging around the DD? 'Cause that'd be my first choice.

Not sure. Haven't been back since that whole mess. Would be perfect to try it out there, though!

Yeah, me neither. Guess it couldn't hurt to check it out.

Just be careful, OK?

That's...actually kinda funny, considering I'm going out there to try and figure out how to blow shit up better.

Edited 2013-05-15 03:37 (UTC)

All the more reason to be careful! ;)

Okay, Mom, I'll look both ways, and all that.

[ ??? familiar voice, who is thiiiiis...

... ! ]

CC! What the hell are you talking about

[CC? The hell? It takes him a second to remember where that came from, and when he does, he bursts out laughing...which Alex won't be able to hear, of course]

Anders--right? [That's how he introduced himself, at any rate.]

Which part? The wet dog, or the other thing?

[ teeeeeny bit of guilt at the alias. ]

Yeah that's me. The thread and the popping sound

Edited (THERE IS NO 2/2 my bad) 2013-05-15 06:40 (UTC)

The thread's kinda hard to explain. I think it's the source of whatever causes me to blow stuff up. Or disintegrate it. Whatever you want to call it. I couldn't sense it before, but I can now.

The popping sound was my homework getting blown to dust.

[ he concludes one thing from this. ]

CC's supernatural pest extermination LTD

Yeah. Maybe I can get a show on the Syfy channel, if I play my cards right.

Let's hope your teacher understands the rocky road of your budding career

It was for Mr. Lyall's class, so hopefully, he'll cut me some slack.

Ohhh you lucky son of a gun. I bet he will

Maybe. I'm not sure "My weird new power ate my homework" is much more convincing than blaming it on the dog.

Gotta say, seeing how many other people have been getting weird haunted house-type stuff is actually starting to make me feel normal again.

Yeah. How fucked up is it that the weird crap going on is starting to feel normal to us?

So, what did you get? Wet dog, howling, being watched? Or something else?

I'm most worried about it feeling normal so soon. How long until we're seeking it out for fun instead of necessity?

It was complete bullshit, I got this chill like someone was walking over my grave and then I could barely stand all of a sudden. I couldn't even go out that night just in case there was going to be more after that, but of course there wasn't.

I think maybe that's already happening--at least a little.

That's a new one. Nobody I've talked to got anything like that, anyway. You think these things are really ghosts, or something else?

Oh good, I'm special.

I honestly don't know what to think. Maybe it's evil radio brainwaves to make us think we're crazy.

Should we maybe break out the tinfoil hats, then?

Oh yeah, definitely. Not stupid ones, though, we should have foil fedoras and pirate hats and stuff. They'll never get through the combined forces of foil and fun.

Oh hell yeah. I call dibs on the fez.

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text|phone even though he has WORK IN THE MORNING you damn kids

Text | Meh, he can always sleep at work, right?

MAYBE a nap on his lunch break

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