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[crisised]

you know, i had this whole list of questions that i was going to pose to the network, both for answers and to get people thinking. guess i'm going to have to do some back reading again before that happens

but i do have a couple things i'd really like answers to i'm going to throw out there now

1a. how many other people have mysteriously up and disappeared?
1b. how many people have come back?
1c. of the people who have come back, do any have any memory of the time they were gone?
2. do we have any way to trace the locations of people via the implant? not like a gps, more like a "this credit card was used here" sort of trace
3a. is there anyone who can take a blood sample and get it processed? idk if i was dosed with anything but i definitely do not remember leaving the apartment or coming back, and my chest is kinda burning a little, so i think i might have been
3b. anyone here have access to magic currently or had access to it in the past? i want to cover all my bases
4. who wants to help me figure out how many drinks it takes to get me soused later?

thanks

Comments

[crisised]

[ kara pulls a face. krypto hates her and the feeling is mutual. ]

You can say that again. That mutt is ridiculous.

[batricide]

I tolerate him to a point. When he crawls in my bed in the middle of the night and knocks me aside with a wing I draw the line.

[crisised]

[ cue her brain doing a record scratch. ]

... Wing?

[batricide]

[ Okay, now he looks at her. ]

He has two of them, doesn't he? [ And scales. And claws. And spines. ]

[crisised]

Not... in my world? [ she is so confused. ] He's just. A dog.

[batricide]

( what. )

Can he fly?

[crisised]

Yeah. His cells process sunlight the same way Kal's and mine do.

[batricide]

[ okay, hold on. He's going to find some drawing app to sketch out what he knows the dog to look like. Give him a minute

Then he's sending it. ]

[crisised]

[ she blinks. blinks again.

then groans and slouches on the couch. ]

Why does your Krypto look so much cooler than mine? The one back home is just a white dog in a cape, and he hates me.

[batricide]

Who gave the dog a cape?

[ priorities Damian. ]

[crisised]

Aunt Martha, I think.

[batricide]

[ WHY. ]

You aren't missing much. There's more of him to get in the way is all.

[crisised]

That's probably true.

[ sigh. ]

... I miss my cat.

[batricide]

[ hm. ]

We can probably afford a small pet. [ .. ] Not a dog.

[crisised]

[ she startles, turning to look at him all wide-eyed. ]

Are you serious?

[ he's gonna get her a pet?? ]

[batricide]

I make no promises.

[ :/ :/ :/ ]

The last animal was more trouble than it was worth.

[crisised]

[ headtilt ]

Do I want to know?

[batricide]

Jason neglected to mention why I was stabbed I see.

[ god. ]

He bartered for a dog. The dog wasn't that persons to give. We returned it [ against our better judgement ] and its owner tracked us down to show us how upset she was that her son was a moron.

[crisised]

[ ............. ]

What the fuck? [ no, seriously, wtf ] Someone stabbed you for that?

[batricide]

It's a status symbol. Dogs are worth more than diamonds. People hate being reminded they're only human.

[ which of course means he's going to find a way to knock her all the way down. no one hurts his brothers. no one. ]

[crisised]

That's completely ridiculous.

[ and she kind of wants to punch that woman in the face. ]

I'd say we should egg her house, but I don't want her trying to cut off fingers next.

[batricide]

Rest assured this won't stand. [ but. ] We need to know the target.

[crisised]

If you need any help...

[ the boys have more than likely got this in the bag, but. she's there if they need her. ]