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[skybluejeep]

[Stiles appears on the feed, after giving his console a good solid thumping. He's peering into it like he can see right through the screen, trying to fix the unfixable. There's one momentary ghosting, a doubling of his image, but then it stabilizes.]

Hah! Percussive maintenance saves the day again.

Okay, got some stuff to talk about, and I can't give three ripping farts as to who or what is listening, so suck it. I'm gonna start making, like, World War Two style propaganda posters and sticking them up all over the place. Victory Gardens and War Bonds, guys. Let's make it happen. Bonus points if we can all dress like Gene Kelly and Ginger Rogers for the duration.

One! Late Memorial Day barbecue. Bring your own grilling goods, communal shared style. Pot luck style. Low on food so let's all share style. Thanks to Darcy for coming up with the idea, seriously, that girl is super awesome smart. And appropriate theme, because Jesus Harry Christ on a bouncing kangaroo, memorials all over.

Two! Had a really interesting dream last night involving a little boy, named Rio'era. Aaaaaand I've been led to understand this is a thing? Anybody else having weird dreams about little kids popping up and giggling a bit at you? Because wow it's borderline creepy. More than borderline, if I'm one hundred percent honest.

Three! Who put the ram in the ramalama ding dong?

Important question for the ages.

Comments

[skybluejeep]

Considering we live on the back of a giant turtle with other people who are proven telepaths? Might be a handy skill to have.

[backwordscompatible]

Are we talking locals here, or are you thinking of any other Foreigners in particular?

[Also a handy thing to know.]

[skybluejeep]

I think a couple Foreigners do? Did, maybe. I've lost track of how many people have vanished. I tried, god knows. But...

[Wow this got depressing fast.]

[backwordscompatible]

[Her shoulders slumped slightly; she knew the feeling all too well. Only a few days ago...]

Yeah, I know. [She averted her gaze for a moment, trying to smile. It didn't quite work.] Jack and I...well, it's really more his project. He has this book. Every time one of our friends disappears, he writes in it. Helps us remember.

[skybluejeep]

[Considering Stiles has lost everybody from home but Derek at this point? Yeah, he gets it.]

That's a good idea. I was trying to do the same, but then it just got a little overwhelming, so I stopped.

[backwordscompatible]

[It wasn't just the people from home. That's what hurt so badly; at least she had the chance of seeing them again some day.]

You know, somebody told me something last week. Advice that I think kinda help: less focusing on the people who aren't here, and more on the people that still are.

Does that make sense?

[skybluejeep]

Sound advice. I've been trying to live it myself. Hence the barbecue.

Wanna come?

[backwordscompatible]

Sounds like fun.

Got any mushroom burgers?

[skybluejeep]

I'll make a note of that! And find some mushrooms.

...I promise I'll make sure they're edible mushrooms.

[backwordscompatible]

If I start hallucinating turtles, I'll be looking for that guilty face of yours.

[Translation: thanks]