IC Contact: Recollé

[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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[true_noir]

I have never heard of such a thing. It sounds like something out of a dream, does it not? Perhaps it is. Perhaps all of this is. Let us hope that this was a dream for you, but were there any pieces that were memorable, other than the helicopter?

[notyourutopian]

I thought it was.
Or just some odd way my brain was going 'hey, you thought of a clever machine.'
Nothing really stands out that I can remember except the machinery.
Even if it did, some weird metal room I've never been in full of machines I don't recognize?
It has to been a dream.

[true_noir]

It does. If you continue to have strange dreams, without connection to each other that is obvious, perhaps it is something to worry on. But it is just one strange dream. Let us hope that is all it is, yes?

[notyourutopian]

I haven't come up with any other explanation so.
Dreams it is.

[true_noir]

I know that I was the one that came to you, but if you want to talk about something like this in the future, you may contact me. We all barely know each other, but I feel that we are all connected somehow.

[notyourutopian]

If everyone thinks you're mad, the only allies you'll find are the other lunatics.

But yes, thank you.
I may just have to take you up on that.

[true_noir]

That almost sounds darkly poetic. A mad-house among the sane. Where are the walls of the asylum, truly? But, for now, let's try not to dwell too long. It won't help either of our moods, and I apologize for that.