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mental link | morning of day :039
[ The ever present mental music that plays from the bard's end of the connection grows invasively louder sometime after breakfast, and it is rather anxious. The morning has been heavy enough already with packing getting underway, but this is due to something different. While the music in him is clear as ever, his thoughts stumble across the connection sloppily and desperately. ]
( I require a detective... I think. Oh dear, this is quite dire… )
[ He knows of several, but with the situation being as dire as he claims, well... he may need as much help as possible. All hands on deck. ]
( I believe someone has discovered that I am not Carbauschian, and... has poisoned me. )
[ The pauses between coherent thought are more than a bit dramatic, but he's being quite serious. ]
( I require a detective... I think. Oh dear, this is quite dire… )
[ He knows of several, but with the situation being as dire as he claims, well... he may need as much help as possible. All hands on deck. ]
( I believe someone has discovered that I am not Carbauschian, and... has poisoned me. )
[ The pauses between coherent thought are more than a bit dramatic, but he's being quite serious. ]
no subject
[ there are impressions of Hyperion in Juno's mind, the shape of its absence in him a terrible gap like someone has torn it out of him — glaring neon lights and the long, dark shadows they cast; towering buildings that scrape the top of the dome encasing their picture-perfect snowglobe city and the alleyways in between. a place where only the richest will ever convince themselves that they're safe. ]
( Trust me, it's just experience. Attempted murder might as well be a Hyperion hello. )