Are you telling me you've never had a dream that didn't make sense? Nothing like "and an ancient, mystical shark from Florida patted me on the head and told me it'd all be okay" and in the heat of the moment you accept that this is your life now because intrinsically you get that it means that you have some form of underlying anxiety about the fact that you were told that your water was going to get shut off?
Yes, we were under the church. The one figure was stabbed and then it melted, and believe me, now that I know there are worse smells than the city during summer, I'm not going to complain about that one guy on the five who seems to forget his deodorant every day—.
But it also came back down the tunnel from the church.
[ the most unsettling thing for him had been the lack of anything from his spider-sense for most of it. he doesn't know if it's a side effect of the dream, or the fact that it was a dream. maybe the only sliver of hey! danger! that he did get was rooted in the outside world, in something coming to pass there, since apparently they weren't in any real danger in the dream — physical or mental. ]
Truthfully? I don't know if they were capable of speech. Someone or something coughed before we got down there — we followed the noise, but there's no way of knowing who it came from. [ beat. ] There's gotta be a reason they were covered in sheets, right? Some kind of plague or disease, maybe. Maybe they'd died and that's what happens before we come back, maybe it's from before someone figured out how to bring the dead back. You know, kind of like Frankenstein's monster? We just need to figure out where Victor is.
Half the stuff I say is just for me, don't worry about it. Pepto-Bismol's for nausea and an upset stomach, it's not going to help, so just—. Forget it.
But no: we turned tail pretty sharpish. I don't know if anything would've happened if we'd come closer to getting away, but whatever it was, it doesn't play nicely with skin and bones.
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Yes, we were under the church. The one figure was stabbed and then it melted, and believe me, now that I know there are worse smells than the city during summer, I'm not going to complain about that one guy on the five who seems to forget his deodorant every day—.
But it also came back down the tunnel from the church.
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So, any other questions?
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[ the most unsettling thing for him had been the lack of anything from his spider-sense for most of it. he doesn't know if it's a side effect of the dream, or the fact that it was a dream. maybe the only sliver of hey! danger! that he did get was rooted in the outside world, in something coming to pass there, since apparently they weren't in any real danger in the dream — physical or mental. ]
Truthfully? I don't know if they were capable of speech. Someone or something coughed before we got down there — we followed the noise, but there's no way of knowing who it came from. [ beat. ] There's gotta be a reason they were covered in sheets, right? Some kind of plague or disease, maybe. Maybe they'd died and that's what happens before we come back, maybe it's from before someone figured out how to bring the dead back. You know, kind of like Frankenstein's monster? We just need to figure out where Victor is.
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Maybe they were sick...
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But no: we turned tail pretty sharpish. I don't know if anything would've happened if we'd come closer to getting away, but whatever it was, it doesn't play nicely with skin and bones.