layer: 02 [Voice]

[kernelpanicking]

[The feed clicks on with a whir, and a bit of the creaking of a chair.]

Well, I guess the worst of it's over for now... [Wei sounds kind of tired. Chipper, but tired.] But I think that's okay for now

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[notlikethemovie]

You kept the White Claudia? [Oh Wei, Mika is suspecting you're short a few marbles now.]

[kernelpanicking]

Uh... sure. Why not? It's actually pretty lively! I like it. Spruces up the place...

[notlikethemovie]

It's a narcotic! [She is going to stay far, far away from his room. Where it was safe.]

[kernelpanicking]

I had no idea you were interested in botany, too! Man, small world. Narcotic? Are you sure about that? Most plants need to go through a certain process to actually be narcotic...

[notlikethemovie]

Yes, it is! And no, I just...look, it's a long story!

The main point of it is that the cult in Silent Hill used to make a drug out of the seeds. I don't know the process, but it's a really nasty drug. [She is almost cowering from her phone, Mika's had too much of Silent Hill lately. she's done with it.]

[kernelpanicking]

Let me get this straight-- you knew about that? Aaaaand, you didn't tell anyone?

Look, I don't think there's any harm in growing the plant. Poppies are a narcotic, too. At least the seeds. Call me stubborn, but I don't think there's a problem in keeping the plant around.

Love the plant, not the reputation, you know? [Seriously, Mika! What is you deal?]

[notlikethemovie]

I did tell people! I wasn't expecting anyone to find the things! I told that guy, the, the doctor! I never got his name!

[THAT THING IS OF THE DEVILLLLL no really she swears. Whyyyy does nobody listen to her.]

But it's worse than poppies!

[kernelpanicking]

Just... tell me about, alright? It seriously can't be that bad...

[He honestly is just thinking you're over reacting.]

[notlikethemovie]

[She covers her face with her hands, she's been way too keyed up for a little too long and with no way to relieve stress without suddenly having even more dumped on her.]

The locals used it in religious rituals. They also used it as a drug they sold to tourists and to keep some of the locals quiet. Docile. They'd get them addicted to it, but the visions... From what I know it's like being trapped in the Otherworld. The place that Silent Hill would turn into when the sirens came, where everything was blood and rust and rotting.

If anyone gets ahold of the plants and manages to make the PTV, anyone they use it on... [She goes quiet, shaking her head. She doesn't want to think about it. Mika doesn't want anyone ending up like Lisa.]

[kernelpanicking]

Hey... hey, it'll be alright. Look, it's not like anyone has an insta-chem-lab popping out of their pockets to turn it into some kind of narcotic to feed to people.

That sucks and all, but I want to try, you know?

I finally get the chance to hang on to something that doesn't freak me the hell out for once, so I guess I'm just being hard-headed about it.

[notlikethemovie]

How do you know? I wouldn't put it past some of the people here. [her ears fold back and she whines, her eyes squeezed shut for a moment.]

Okay.

[kernelpanicking]

If it... if it makes you feel any better, I'll do something about it. Marluxia offered to help me cultivate it.

But... but if you feel that strongly, I won't! I hate destroying a perfectly healthy plant, but if it's really that bad...

[You're naking him feel bad, Mika.... seriously... Don't look like that.]

[notlikethemovie]

No, it...it should be okay. 'm sorry for freaking out. [Argh, why did she always have to put her foot in it. She wanted to go chew on some grass, her stomach was feeling horribly upset.]

[kernelpanicking]

Mika... maybe you should calm down-- everyone is really worked up already, and...

And you know what? I'm coming over tomorrow. And I'm going to make breakfast, or lunch, or dinner or something, and we're going to sit, and we're going to talk about things.

[notlikethemovie]

Okay. [She whines, resting her head on the arm of her couch and generally looking miserable.]

Watch out, my apartment's a mess.

[kernelpanicking]

Well, then come over to mine. Sleep on my couch, we'll just-- you need to talk, and I'm not a psychologist, but I've lived in the same house as the middle child with two girls.

So I'm pretty good with Girl-Talk-Fu!