/.waning.gibbous.\ {Broadcast Mind - Night}

[lumenrelegandus]

[ Video .ii. memories within dreams ]

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[voice]

[sonvisage]

Remus.

[Flickering, and then video.]

What is---?

[blink]

[voice]

[lumenrelegandus]

[bit of fumbling for the forge]

Io. What's wrong?

[Voice sounds normal. The way he's breathing suggests he's crying.]

[video] /p-pets

[sonvisage]

You were somewhere else. It didn't look like this place.

[Private]

You were weeping on the shoulder of a woman with red hair. And there were other things, before that. They looked like...

[...]

...memories.

[...]

Were they?

[/Private]

Are you home?

[Her surroundings suggest she's in Dismas.]

[voice] /rolls over

[lumenrelegandus]

[does not follow suit and switch to video. Enough's been shown already.]

[quietly, to self.] Of course.

[hands shake but manage to set it on Private]

I saw that forges were broadcasting dreams... You know how the harder you try not to think about something...?

{Broadcast Mind} [subconscious proves the point] like how much he wanted to just lie down and lose himself in her just fall asleep in her arms though god dora would never betray dora never do that to anyone especially not io but it's just too much to be expected to carry on again as always alone and please perhaps could rest if only she-

[He lets out a curse and throws the forge. It switches off as it hits the wall.]

[Voice | Private]

[lestrangestone]

Do you miss them?

Don't worry, little beastie.

You'll see them all soon enough.

[Inhuman growl | Private]

[lumenrelegandus]

Just tell me where you are.

[Scoff! | Private]

[lestrangestone]

[Scoff.]

And where's the fun in that?

Can't even sniff me out, dog?

Pitiful.

[Private]

[lumenrelegandus]

[have a sudden and terrifyingly spot-on Sirius impression] Oh, cousin, nice that you want to fill the void but get your species right.

[ audio ] b-backdated to the day of this post...

[remodeled_dog]

What's this?

[audio - calmer than previous two]

[lumenrelegandus]

I'm working on a binomial name; it seems to be epidemic. I apologise for inflicting my dreams on you.

Is that Heine?

[afterthought] Privatus interruptus. What do you think?

[ audio ]

[remodeled_dog]

Hm. There's no worry.

[And interested,] Are you a doctor?

[audio]

[lumenrelegandus]

[laughs-a bit more than is proportional, but it's a relief to find something funny] No... no. I just... like to use Latin.

You sound different from the alley.