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[creatio]

so, i can't be the only one wondering where our stuff is, right? because i don't know about you guys but i don't usually use a jumpsuit as pajamas, even if i'm taking an impromptu space nap. and even though i'm trying super hard not to think about someone playing nasa barbie while i was unconscious, i can't help but want to know what they've done with everything else.

( Her stele is the thing she's most eager to get back, if she's honest. But she'd take her knife too. Hell, even her actual underwear. )

has anyone come across a closet? or like, a sinister collection of momentos.

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[neuralnet]

As much as any place can, I suppose...

[creatio]

i keep thinking this is some weird dream and that i'll wake up tomorrow telling myself not to eat ice-cream before bed.

[neuralnet]

I know for a fact it's not a dream.

[ Because the answer to "do androids dream of electric sheep?" is no. They don't dream at all. At least, in Haruto's experience. ]

[creatio]

yeah?
cosmic pinching?

[neuralnet]

I don't dream.

[ That's benign enough right? He doesn't need to go into the reasons why... ]

[creatio]

oh.

i can't tell if that's a good or a bad thing. no nightmares vs. no epic dreams.

[neuralnet]

I still daydream. Sort of, anyway. Something like it, at least. Let my thoughts wander.

[creatio]

yeah, i think i'd go crazy without daydreaming.

there's something great about just being able to drift away.

[neuralnet]

It breaks up the monotony, that's for sure.