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[doyouloveme]

[A quavering, childish, sleepy voice comes through the intercom. It's mildly accented, but not like any recognizable language.]

C...? C, where are you...

What- [yawning brb] What am I saying? ...C, I don't like this.

[After a while there's a thud and a loud yelp. After a handful of "ow"s and muttered curses and insults directed at the bed, it sounds

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[annemer]

You okay?

[doyouloveme]

Who are you? Do you work here? [A smirking tone enters his voice.] You'll get in trouble if you talk to me, you know.

[annemer]

Mildmay Foxe. An' hey, I get in trouble enough as is. This ain't gonna hurt. I don't work here, neither. We're in an asylum.

[doyouloveme]

[Well. At least he's not a researcher.]

"Asylum"?... [And he slips out of English.] What is that?

[annemer]

Loony bin.

[doyouloveme]

A... what? [Not helping much, sorry. There's a scratching noise again, too.] How did they- [His tone turns pleading.] Is C here?

[annemer]

They lock up crazy people here. And I ain't heard of him but they got me in level 2 so I might have just missed it.

[doyouloveme]

...That's stupid. If I'm locked up again it would be in a cage. And good, he shouldn't be here now anyway. [Although his voice gets strained, cracking near the end of that last sentence.]

[annemer]

Hey, don't none of it make sense. But that's where we're at. Sorry.