Dear Edensphere.
Thank you so much for~~~~
for randomly terrifying me. That was wonderful, let's do it again quite soon.
And I do not appreci~~~~~~~~~
I really do not k~~~~~~
Kindly stop mocking my perfectly justified dislike of snakes. This is~~~~~~
I really hate this place.
No love,
Fred.
[added a few minutes later]By-the-by,
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What happened?
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I found a memory crystal on my pillow, and I touched it before I realized what it was.
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Just tell me if you're okay.
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[A very long pause]
no I'm not
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What's wrong, where are you?
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I am at home, in my room.
[Slightly shorter pause]
Underneath my bed.
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I'm on my way.
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[Fred spent the next few minutes trying to... well, make friends with her hair. She was tired of getting hissed at. She soon discovered that if she coaxed the snakes out of their tangles they calmed down and were quiet. Therefore, her hair was mostly not hissing by the time Roswell arrived.]
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Fred, come on. Come on out. Tell me what's wrong.
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I'm not entirely sure you want me to come out.
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Just because I'm mad at you doesn't mean I want a bunch of snakes to kill you, Fred. Come on.
[He tugged at her then, trying to pull her out quick enough to startle the damn things or at least minimize whatever injuries she was going to endure. The Medical Island - he'd have to take her there. Maybe they had some kind of anti-venom...]
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Er... I did try to warn you. [The words were said in as an apologetic tone as she could manage.] On the bright side, they haven't bitten me, and I don't think they're poisonous.
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And they could have bitten me. The lack of that and the whole 'not being poisonous' thing is good news, yeah.
[His look lingered on them, face screwed into a mixture of morbid curiosity and disgust.]
Do they hurt? Your head, I mean.
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Somehow I don't think they would have. They appear to be very calm creatures, though they don't seem to like getting tangled with one another.
[She chanced a look up at his face to see that he was staring at the snakes.]
No. They don't really feel all that different from my regular hair, other than the fact that they move independently of any outside force.
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[Roswell felt himself smile and squashed it back into a stoic stare. He wasn't here to befriend her again. The only reason he had made the trip was to make sure she was okay. And she was. Still...she had been so scared. With his expression still fixed, he tried to sell his concern as simple curiosity.]
So what was the memory? I have a feeling it wasn't just the snakes that had you hiding under the bed. Wouldn't really make sense for something that was attached to your head.
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[She caught his stifled smile and felt a pang of sadness. She pushed it aside. She couldn't regret what she had said in the Scavenger's Yard; it had been the only way to force him to agree to let her help him. But his coldness toward her hurt, as much as she rightly deserved it.
She could satisfy his curiosity, at any rate. Schooling her features into a sort of calm politeness, she spoke.]
No. It was... [flipping open her journal, she pointed to the picture she had drawn] ...these things. They are some sort of machine or robot, I think. They had me in a room and they were... I think they were interrogating me. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I was so scared... [despite her best intentions, she started to shake again.] They were going to kill me, Roswell! One wrong word, I would have been dead.
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