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[In the aftermath of this post, Edward is lying on her bed, with it as dark as possible, trying desperately to ignore the headache and nausea that's plaguing her as a result of her full immersion shenanigans.

She's second leveling out of instinct, right now. She probably has no idea that she's doing it.]

Comments

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[Throws a pillow over her head and spouts some random nonsense that may or may not have anything to do with the situation.]

in and out and all around the colors magnified by the sights and sounds.

[cruciverbal.livejournal.com]

That sounds unpleasant.

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

the sights and sounds magnified by the colors in an endless cycle of repeating lies hidden by the others...

...and it just keeps going.

where is the information now?

[Yeah okay she's a little delirious, too.]

[cruciverbal.livejournal.com]

You're missing some information? Where did you see it last?

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

no it's there. just can't see it. can't reach it. head hurts too much to see what's actually there and what might be there.

[cruciverbal.livejournal.com]

If your head hurts, I recommend ibuprofen.

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

took some. doesn't help. being there all the way means too much light too much sound too much too much too much.

[cruciverbal.livejournal.com]

... Where?

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[Sigh. Doesn't he know anything? She rolls over and takes the pillow off her face to look at him.]

the second level.

[cruciverbal.livejournal.com]

[He does, but.]

Second level of what?

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[Throws a pillow at him.]

here, duh. there's one level, where we live, then there's the other one. the way we talk to people and see them and find out stuff and everything.

[cruciverbal.livejournal.com]

[Ducks, and the pillow narrowly misses him]

Oh that. I see now.

[Nibbling his thumb again, thinking for a bit]

You can discover information here?

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[Crap. Waste of a perfectly good pillow. Grabs another and flops onto it.]

well I can. most people can't see it.

[cruciverbal.livejournal.com]

[Iiiiiinteresting.]

Really? You must be special, then. What sorts of information, if you don't mind me asking?

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[meh. all this talking is making her head hurt more. the pillow goes on top of her head again and her response is muffled.]

lots of stuff.

[cruciverbal.livejournal.com]

Yes, but specifically.

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[just go awaaaaaaaaay don't feel good don't want conversation blaaaarg]

depends.

[cruciverbal.livejournal.com]

... On what?

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

stuff.

[cruciverbal.livejournal.com]

... Such as?

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

the little fairies in the ceiling.

[go awaaaaaaay it hurts]

[cruciverbal.livejournal.com]

There are fairies in the ceiling?

[Looking up]

I hadn't noticed.

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

they'll steal your socks if you're not careful.

ed doesn't have socks, so she's safe.

[cruciverbal.livejournal.com]

No socks? Don't your feet get cold?

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

no.