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Nov 30, 2009 18:30

Three months, and already things have begun to become far more familiar than I could have imagined. A tribute to that which I have seen perhaps? Or maybe it is merely human nature to adapt to whatever the situation?

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obliviomancy December 2 2009, 03:45:00 UTC
Or maybe it's just easy to get used to.

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withonestone December 2 2009, 03:54:07 UTC
That may be so.

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obliviomancy December 2 2009, 03:55:42 UTC
It's... weird. I don't think anyone doesn't get used to it. Unless they leave before then.

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withonestone December 2 2009, 04:10:59 UTC
Perhaps it's something inherent to the nature of this place?

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obliviomancy December 2 2009, 04:13:14 UTC
... I don't know. If they could do that, wouldn't they want to stop people from trying to get out too?

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withonestone December 2 2009, 04:26:27 UTC
To do so would be to attempt to counter human nature.

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obliviomancy December 2 2009, 04:30:20 UTC
But I thought you said it might be something about this place.

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withonestone December 2 2009, 04:43:41 UTC
To make people find it easy to understand, not to keep them her.

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obliviomancy December 2 2009, 04:45:11 UTC
... oh yeah. You were looking at the rocks here a while ago, right?

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withonestone December 2 2009, 04:51:39 UTC
That is correct.

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obliviomancy December 2 2009, 04:52:19 UTC
Did you find out anything?

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withonestone December 2 2009, 04:58:00 UTC
Nothing out of the ordinary. They could well have come from any world.

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1/2 obliviomancy December 2 2009, 04:59:38 UTC
[ these keywords have never been so appropriate. ]

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obliviomancy December 2 2009, 04:59:56 UTC
... Figures.

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withonestone December 2 2009, 05:04:42 UTC
At the very least, we know more than we had before.

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obliviomancy December 2 2009, 05:05:52 UTC
You mean, that this world is normal?

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