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[improvesmorale]

For the last week, all I've known were hospital walls. Soft green wallpaper. Concerned eyes. I hear murmurings from the nurses about monsters in the night, and then I hear the monsters, those moans and growls sounding almost like buildings calmly settling. But not exactly. From the airtight windows, I see the streets empty out and the sides of the

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[gaveherwings]

What hospital were you admitted to? Have they told you the name, or the name of your doctors?

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[improvesmorale]

Who wants to know?

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[gaveherwings]

Dr. Daedalus Yumeno. I work at our clinic.

Usually, when newcomers are admitted at Skye, I'm informed.

[improvesmorale]

Yeah. It's that one. It's the newcomer one.

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[kingofrooks]

'Overflowing with mold' seems a little too kind of a description.

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[improvesmorale]

And mold is so, so kind.

How would you describe it?

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[kingofrooks]

Wait, why is mold kind?

[improvesmorale]

Never mind. What do you want?

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[theshortestbird]

Welcome to Siren's Port, the place where all the crazies come to inhabit after being pulled by a possibly sentient machine.

[improvesmorale]

Yeah. Right. I got that memo.

[theshortestbird]

Did they tell you yet about the monsters at night? The real monsters, not the ones inside your head.

[improvesmorale]

Is that a joke?

[bythreadalone]

Yeah, it's kind of like that.

We're all pretty real, though.

Or are we...?

[improvesmorale]

That would be an unfair, irrational insinuation for me to make.

[bythreadalone]

Can you really upset a hallucination, though?

[improvesmorale]

Do you have a problem with me?

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[remembered]

Sorry, this place probably won't be much of an improvement.

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[improvesmorale]

Probably.

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[remembered]

Do you have any questions? About this place, I mean.

[improvesmorale]

I don't know. It seems like there are a lot of places to start.

What do you think I should know?