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[throughbamboo]

hell of a question there. do they feel that way for you?

[causeplay]

It's rude to answer a question with a question.

[throughbamboo]

I'm going to take that as a yes.

[causeplay]

Yes and no. You?

[throughbamboo]

they do.

What does yes and no mean?

[causeplay]

There's a certain suspension of disbelief to be had. Want to see?

[throughbamboo]

If you don't mind showing, sure. Come by Forge.

[causeplay]

You'll either love this or hate it. I'll be there in five.

[ there's a knock exactly five minutes later. Felt's carrying her ouija board and looks like she hasn't slept in days. hair unkempt, absent makeup, dark circles under her eyes. extremely uncharacteristic ]

[throughbamboo]

[opening up the door and pauses, surprised.

Then steps aside to let her in]

Oi, oi . . . y'look horrible, lil' lady.

[causeplay]

[ giggles, a little manic ]

Not one to sugarcoat, are you?

[throughbamboo]

Would ya want me to?

[nods back into the cabin] Go sit down, I'll get ya some tea.

[causeplay]

You know I wouldn't. Triple sugar, please.

[ winks at him and goes to sit down ]

[throughbamboo]

[a soft snort]

Yes ma'am.

[heads off into the kitchen to get her some, only taking a few minutes. When he comes back he hands it to her, with the requested three sugars]

[causeplay]

[ takes a large gulp, laughing as it burns her throat ]

Just what I needed! Thank you kindly, Ore.

[throughbamboo]

[takes a seat next to her]

'Welcome.

[he will give her a few moments to enjoy the tea and relax before he speaks up]

What's got ya like this, Felt?

[causeplay]

[ gestures at the innocuous ouija board beside her ]

If I told you it took me four days to reach the end of this, would you believe me?

[throughbamboo]

Four days? The hell - is that a vision?

[causeplay]

Oh, goodness, I wasn't in the vision full time. I just needed to... take breaks before proceeding. Or rather, the vision provided natural breakpoints between "chapters".

You'll see.

If you aren't scared already.

[throughbamboo]

[he makes a face]

I don't get scared easily. There's breaks, ya said?

[causeplay]

There are most definitely breaks.

[ a beat ]

Unless you happen to be "built different", as they say.

[throughbamboo]

I dunno if I am or not.

[a shrug] If I can handle it, then I can handle it. If not, ain't no shame in stoppin'.

[causeplay]

[ hands him the tiny ouija board and planchette ]

You'll have to trace out a word of your own. Something important to you. I'll even look away politely.

[throughbamboo]

[he takes it with a nod, considering for a moment.

When she looks away, he'll spells out K Y O U D A I with the planchette]

[causeplay]

[ when he spells out the word. . .

the board, the chair, Forge, Felt

—everything that grounds him to his reality—

disappears.

he ceases to be.

he floats alone on a canvas of white, disembodied and disconnected from the world he once knew.

something stirs to his right.

though he no longer has a face, he knows that with the right Intention, he could steal a glance. . . ]

[throughbamboo]

[UHHHHHH.

Well. Well.

He's going to try to. Steal a glance?]