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[godless]

Figures there's some kind of internet but google doesn't work. I can't even get to my email. And I'm guessing the phones don't work, but I haven't tried, yet. Not like they ever work in situations like this. Waay too convenient.Okay, so. I don't really know what's going on around here, but I'm looking for a guy. His name is Douglas Cartland. He's

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[captainpillows]

Cheryl Mason...?

[godless]

Yeah? Is that a problem?

[captainpillows]

Any relation to a Harry Mason?

[godless]

[godless]

Maybe. Depends on who's asking.

[captainpillows]

I'm a good friend of his. We live together...

So you do know him. You wouldn't happen to be-

Who I think you are- are you?

[godless]

You-

What?

You're full of crap. You can't be living with him, he's dead.

[captainpillows]

Don't talk about him like that! He might not be doing so well right now but I know he'll pull through...

But you are- you're... you're his daughter, aren't you?

[godless]

What the hell are you talking about? He's been dead since-

-Well I don't know how long it's been since I've been stuck in this place but I know what happened. And unless this place is a time vortex or something, you living with him is impossible.

Yes. I'm his daughter.

[captainpillows]

No! He's here! I promise. Look, Harry- uh. Okay. Short, brown hair, always combs it back. He's a writer- writes detective novels. He's a decent cook- always wears a brown leather jacket and a black vest. Pretty patient. Organizes his sock drawer by color- sleeps on his left side.

He's been looking for you. I can't believe this... He'll be so glad you're okay.

[godless]

He's really-

You better not be screwing with me.

[captainpillows]

...Boy that sounded awkward. But really! He's here. I promise! I can prove it.

[godless]

So prove it.

[captainpillows]

I swear I'm not. Harry Mason.

Ask me a question about him. Any question.

[godless]

Like you couldn't google and fi- oh wait

What's his favorite ice cream flavor?

[captainpillows]

Chocolate chip mint.