ϡ - Chapter Seven; the reality of everyday [voice]

[folklorist]

[ Sup Luceti. You residential mythology derp is walking around his house, though he seems confused, very confused. You might hear a thud and a small hiss of pain as he stupidly, clumsily absentmindedly walked into a wall. He wasn't paying attention, you see, and for good reasons. Someone's room is empty and it isn't his. ]

...Ted? Hm...no, not there either. Er, oh. Oh dear. All his belongings are gone. [ If you could see his face he'd be wearing his sad puppy pout. ]

I'm terribly sorry for anyone who knew him, but I do believe Ted has been--sent back home. It suddenly seems a bit more...empty, doesn't it? Ah, I guess that feeling is characteristic for such an event. I- I do hope he's all right, back in his world. [ Housemate buddy Helios wishes you the best. ]

Comments

[folklorist]

I see. Even if you weren't the best of friends- it still has the potential to affect you.

[ofbluelightning.livejournal.com]

Well, all I can hope is that whatever his future holds, he will be all right. [Okay, yeah, Flik knows, but well this guy wasn't from their world and it was probably better to keep quiet on the fact that Ted dies.] I definitely don't envy you having to be the messenger.

[folklorist]

Mm that's all we can do at this point. [ He sighs. ] It seems others share the same sentiment.

[ofbluelightning.livejournal.com]

Yeah, as much as you don't want to wish this place on anyone, just can't help missing those who leave, right?

[folklorist]

It's only natural to want to keep those you're familiar with close, especially in a place unfamiliar like Luceti.