07 | Visual/Location: Pedestrian Plaza | Tied up or dressed up, she's a prisoner

[freaks_myword]

The tablet turns on before things get weird, so Taxon gets a quick upshot glance at the bare midriff exposed at Gwen's hip, underneath her heavy pea coat. There's some shuffling, so it's clear she's on the move.  And then all movement stops.

Gwen hears a voice, smooth and low...and barely perceptible.  But it's there, like a whisper coming from

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[longaevus]

Gwen? Did you see something? [ It was more like someone. Helen had seen Ashley numerous times over the past few days but if it was happening to someone else also? Then it had to be Taxon's doing ]

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[freaks_myword]

[A surprising voice to hear on her tablet. But so far, she's gotten a big zero on the helpful information front. Whatever her qualms with Helen, she's not a dumb lady.]

Yeah. Well, no. [Pause] Heard, actually. Definitely heard.

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[longaevus]

Heard something that you shouldn't? Something that shouldn't been possible? [ She was going with it, unable to think of another reason. Or rather unwilling to. She'd seen Ashley's ghost, she didn't want to believe that there was more occurring here ]

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[freaks_myword]

[She nods, wary, wondering if Helen thinks she should lie down, or if there's understanding there.]

A dime a dozen in this town, I know, but... Yeah. There's no way.

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[longaevus]

You're not alone in that, and you're certainly not crazy. [ And even if they were hallucinations she still doubted that Gwen was 'crazy' (she hated that term, for a start) ]

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[freaks_myword]

[Not crazy. She's not crazy! Relief, there is so much relief at that statement.]

Good. [A big ol' exhale.] You've heard stuff, too? You think this place's messing with us, again?

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[longaevus]

I saw someone, and yes, I do believe so. [ It had to be the only explanation lest it be real, and even then for it to affect multiple? ]

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[freaks_myword]

[And now, relief melts into controlled anger.]

Not that I'm not thrilled I'm not insane, but wasn't that whole production a week ago enough?

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[longaevus]

Given how much has happened over the past several months? [ And she no doubt believes years, also, but what she's witnessed has been enough ] Apparently not.

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[freaks_myword]

I just wish there was... [Realizing this sounds completely stupid...] ...like, an antidote, or something.

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[longaevus]

Perhaps if they ever return you could ask them of it? [ Even though she believes that to be unlikely ]

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[freaks_myword]

If they ever show their-- [Assuming they have them] --faces, I think I might zap first, ask questions later.

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[longaevus]

That could at least give us time to talk to them. [ She's assuming that it would render them unconscious, and then (if Gwen cooperated) she had somewhere nice to hold them ]

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[freaks_myword]

[Now, that? Sounds like a plan and a win-win. But it also puts a thought in her head.]

Maybe there should be a...I don't know, a plan. For if they do ever step out of their space ships. Not that we'd know what to expect...

[But it's what gets a job done, and done right. Planning out every contingency, every nick, even the blind spots.]

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[longaevus]

I agree. Perhaps asking Willow may be of some aide? She's questioned them previously.

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[freaks_myword]

[The witch. It rings a bell, and Gwen makes a mental note.]

Right. Willow. Think she'd be game for a second round? 'Cause I'm tired of playing head games with invisible aliens.