[broadcast mind]

[samianscar]

[wot, don't see a lot of text Broadcast Minds, do you? swirling up from the bottom of the forge screen in wispy dribs and drabs, words coalescing and reconfiguring, fitting together in shifts, until perhaps some of these stanzas briefly stabilise together.]A is for Liam who caught the wrong eyes

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[ voice ]

[stray_gunner]

I thought Liam started with 'L.'

[priorities!]

[ voice ]

[samianscar]

Hwell, shows what you know, then.

Where have you been for the last… erm…

[ voice ]

[stray_gunner]

[waits.]

[voice]

[girl_unlocking]

S is for Spike who totally left me out of his poe---

---if i know what?

[voice]

[samianscar]

Glad you're not on this list, nibblet. Not a club to join too soon.

[voice]

[girl_unlocking]

There's a club? And a list? M-maybe I do want in. What are the requirements?

[...]

Do I have to be a certain level to join?

[voice -> Private] <- yes, he figures out how!

[samianscar]

…Okay, I guess some of the people on there, when you knew them…

They've all got something in common which you probably can't…

I mean, by my time…

…Can you tell? At all? …the ones you…?

[hell of a way to tell her. He forgets exactly what happened when-(or exactly when happened wot?)-and wherever the hell her memory is at now. Glad he didn't get up to "T" but he did get up to "J" and that's…

Time to whip back out the notebook of colourful ways to disembowel his forge. …Disencircuit. Disintegrate. Now we're getting somewhere…]

[stakesthings]

Oh my God. Spike? Are you... what are you doing?

[samianscar]

Well, I thought I was getting some hard-earned shut-eye in my nice comfy private flat, after few days' good old sleuthing and noble patrolling. But instead I was apparently getting force-published by a possessed prognosticating palm-pilot.

[stakesthings]

Apparently par for the course in these parts. Can't say I likey.

[...]

Always arise, huh?

[samianscar]

[totally switches to text to leave his exact delivery (tone of voice and intent) entirely up to her]

you are talented in that department

voice

[soldiersblade]

[wtf]

Awesome work, man. You'd put Maya Angelou to shame.

voice; backdated, sob.

[sandrocker]

[there is a pregnant pause. and then, that voice that speaks is hollow, if familiar if spike remembers a certain boy and his ghost dog.]

One could be written for the Scorched here, too.

[q is for quatre who lost his way. (and his marbles, too.)]

voice

[samianscar]

Not to speak for my subconscious but seems like I was going for inclusion with the ending.

So… how goes the haunting?

voice; SOB, AND TYPOS. sry.

[sandrocker]

It doesn't have the same effect.

- still stubborn. But she makes good company.