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[notyourutopian]

Eleanor Lamb

Hello you've reached Eleanor Lamb's voicemail. I'd explain what's next but I can't imagine you don't know what to do at the beep.

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[notyourutopian]

If we all have different pieces of different stories...
I don't even know what that would mean.

Maybe it'll start making sense eventually.

[true_noir]

It would mean that what binds us together is not the stories, but something in the here and now. That, at least, is what it says to me.

[notyourutopian]

Hm.

I guess that's more optimistic than I can usually manage.

[true_noir]

I will admit that I do not necessarily think that what I just said was optimistic. It could be a dark fate we're all tied to, but I would like it to be positive.

[notyourutopian]

It implies bonds, at least.
That we aren't just spinning our heals in our own little circles.

So that's something.

[true_noir]

And it is something that depends upon us, not upon whatever comes from what they are doing to us. I suppose this whole thing has made it easier to form those bonds, a little.

What do we do with them, though, other than opposing or seeking answers?

[notyourutopian]

No idea.

Pizza party?

[true_noir]

You know, that isn't a terrible idea. At the very least, getting together is not a bad thing. Perhaps a party would be relaxing?

[notyourutopian]

We should make retrospec pay for it somehow.

[true_noir]

Well, they funded that blasted idea for a beauty pageant. Why shouldn't they at least consider it this time? It's worth a shot, if you ask me.

[notyourutopian]

Think they'll fund something that isn't humiliating?

[true_noir]

There are only so many humiliating things in this world. They are bound to find something almost inoffensive to support at some point when they are bound. Process of elimination.

[notyourutopian]

That's a fun thought.
Anyway, I should finish my homework.

[true_noir]

Yes, I will leave you to it. Give me a call sometime, Eleanor. But in the meantime, have a nice evening.

4/21

[true_noir]

One day, I should like to message you for something fun, uplifting. But, I could use someone to talk to. I've been mulling over something, and it is bothering me the more that I think about it Eleanor.

[notyourutopian]

Sure.
What's going on?

[true_noir]

As I'm sure you can guess, I've had a couple more visions, and something is beginning to nag at me. I have been trying to keep from thinking of them as memories, but what if they are? Of a past life, or something else?

I'm starting to think that the person I am seeing was not a good person, and I don't want to admit that to most people.

[notyourutopian]

So don't think of them as memories. Call them something else.
I like 'hallucinomemories.'
That's what Dave calls them.

But even if it's something else.
Like a past life.
That's still not you.

[true_noir]

Even if my hair changes to look like hers, my body feels more and more like hers, and I see things that she did over and over again, as if I were doing it myself?

I saw her shoot someone the other day. Shoot the same person she was kissing in another 'hallucinomemory.'

[notyourutopian]

[There's a delay before Eleanor responds.]

I killed a man.
In one of my...
In one of the things I saw.

[true_noir]

You too? I am so sorry. I barely knew what to say when it happened in front of someone. I really don't know how to feel about these dreams anymore, only that the feeling has been getting worse about them, not better. And I know I should think it is someone else, but sometimes I still smell the gunpowder.

Are you alright?

4/22ish, early evening

[burningblossoms]

Eleanor, are you free?

There's something I need to show you.

[notyourutopian]

Yeah, sure.
Want me to come over?

[notyourutopian]

I'm alright.
It was intense but...it doesn't matter.
Because it's not me. I didn't do those things. I've never...killed someone.
I can't even imagine it.

[burningblossoms]

Yes, please.
That would be great.