come_sailaway | I'll send an SOS to the world

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I'll send an SOS to the world

Who: Everyone who wants to!
What: Messages for the outside, NOVEMBER PLOT
When: Mid-October onwards
Where: By Phil's signpost, the lounge, Ari's cabin
Warnings: None yet, will update as needed
Notes: Credit to Batya for the first prompt!

1. Hundred billion bottles washed up on the shore

A day or two after the signpost goes up, a small table shows up next to it, with a large blank notebook from Sundries. It has been labeled on the front, in careful printing: MAIL CALL.

A nearby note, in the same printing, reads:

If you could send a message back home, or onward to the next place you want to go, what would it say? Write it here for posterity.

Pens and markers are available, in a tall cup scavenged from the buffet table.

2. Only hope can keep me together

In the second half of October, Ari will be in the lounge and other communal areas with her laptop. Anyone who passes by, whether she knows them well or not, will be asked to help her with a project. She doesn't want anyone to be forgotten, she says. She wants a record, because existence is so uncertain. Her injury made her value the people here on the ship more, she'll say, - and the bandage still around her head might speak to that. She encourages people to let her make a recording of them, talking about themselves.

'We can do it however you like,' she'll say. 'Flatvid, looking direct into the camera, or I can activate the holorecorders, give you your own holovid. If you don't know what to say, I'll ask questions. Please?' Are you really going to turn down the earnest young Tradeliner?

3. Sendin' out an SOS

Late in October, Ari calls a meeting of her co-conspirators. She gives them each a different time to arrive at her cabin, so the first arrivals will get to spend time helping with video editing or rocket construction while they await the others. There's time for private chat - but when everyone who decided to come along should be there, discussion begins in earnest.

[ooc: prompts divided up below for organisational purposes; contact me or Batya if you'd like to do something different!]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Ari and Cassandra will not be here for interaction so post your character's message or have a closed thread if they go there with someone else!]

Edited 2023-10-29 14:01 (UTC)

[Rita spends far more time than she'd like agonizing over what to actually write, especially when there's no telling when someone's going to sneak up over her shoulder around here. So she keeps her note extremely simple:

I'm not here just to disappear.
--Rita Mordio, mage of Aspio, from the world of Terca Lumireis.

She doesn't write more because spilling her feelings on paper like this, to potential strangers no less, just about makes her want to gag. Even if she does have a lot of feelings regarding people she misses, people she wants to see again, and people she wants to continue to be with.

Rita has all of Jade's ~~diary~~ notes, so not only does she write her own, but she includes a couple choice pages of his writings that describe their general situation and the zombie diner.]

[ The next place for Fio is unknown. She was unwanted in her original birthplace and she doesn't know if she could consider "The Cage" to be her home. Home is with the people that she cares about and onward is wherever they'll wind up, a life off the ship. Much like how her signpost is designed pointing towards an individual instead of a literal place, her letter is also written to Levania. Although for the message, she writes out his nickname this time around.

Fio spends nearly about half an hour, hunched over the notebook and writing out the message with care:

Dear Mr. Monster,

Are you still in The Cage? Did you get your wish to become human? Please tell Carrie and Tutie that I said hello.
I am now 8 years old. I had a birthday party and it was the first party where I didn't have to be alone.
This year, I will be turning 9 years old. I hope that I have more birthdays. One day, we can celebrate together.
I have a new family and friends. Some day, I want you to meet them. I bet they would think you're very cool!
I miss you a lot. I hope you haven't been lonely.

Let's play again together sometime. I'll always be waiting for you.

Love,
Fio ]

There's only one person out there in the vast universe she'd ever care to write to, and she prints a message to him, carefully with her glitching hand that leaves a few messy streaks across the page despite her efforts.

dr. bill foster
when i stare out at the artificial night, into the countless stars somehow contained within the limited perimeter of this pocket universe... remembering how impossibly far away i am from you. despite from your perspective never having left at all. i think of all you've taught me about relativity. and i feel closer to you than ever.
you always told me that chaos is beautiful.
-ava

Ari returns to the book multiple times. Always when it's quiet, always when there's nobody to see her taking still images of its pages.

And she writes. In small print in a corner, or along a margin, LIEUTENANT TAYREY WAS NEVER A PASSENGER with all the meaning that little line carries for her. Eventually, as the book gains more messages, she has the courage for two more.

Your girl's a lieutenant astrogator now.

I'm sorry.
I'll make amends when I'm home, word by contract.

Everything you taught me helped me survive all these horrors.
Liberty is still my highest value
and someday I'll be free again.

Peace and prosperity.

Writing everything I want to write to each of you would fill this entire book, and more. You are, every one of you aboard, my shipmates and dear comrades. I value you, always. I trust you know why. The lines are my home. The Prosperity is my home. No matter how long I am imprisoned for, I remain proudly a Tradeliner.

Captain Kavarai, you took a chance and took my contract and I hope I never gave you cause to regret it.
Savitskaya, thank you for believing in me even when I didn't want you to. You know the rest.
Lowell, I haven't forgotten the wager I had with you and Montero. Pay up when I get home. I won't charge interest, seeing as you're the best friends a spacer could ask for.
Chernova, you too. Have a requisition form ready. I'm going to need a lot of coffee. Don't worry, I won't ask for back pay.
Jolan, hope I didn't do bad for a Company girl. Look after the team until your Lieutenant Princess gets back, yes?
Levannen, stop worrying, you'll make a fine lieutenant yourself one day. I can tell. Remember to adjust your charts after outward transition!

Safe skies, and let probability smile on you all, or at least treat you better than it has me.
Tayrey

[ The future is something he will always have to face. Ever onwards he's pushed, into the future, into the future, away from the broken past, away from a history that never existed at all, that he alone is proof of, that no one back home will ever believe. He faces it because that's all you can do. Better to face it than to fight it or drown in your regrets. There are people right now who depend on him.

Still. He left too many people behind to not say anything.

There are three letters, not written in the book but on paper that's been folded shut and laid between the pages. ]

To Punxsutawney,

I miss you all every day. I'm sorry I missed last Groundhog Day, but I hope it was a good one! Whether spring came early or late, the festival is always as fun and bright as the last, and that's enough. I wish I knew that earlier.

Too many of you are my friends to name you all in this letter, but here's an attempt.

Johnathan Clint, I'm so proud of you and I hope the new exercise routine is going well.
Clara Baker, I hope the students aren't giving you too much trouble, and I'm still carrying the gift you gave me--I practice piano every day.
Mrs. Lancaster, I hope the new coffee machine is still doing great and that business is going good.
Freddie and Debbie Kleiser, I hope nothing's gone wrong with the new house yet and that the food processor I got for your wedding is getting a lot of use.
Buster, tell the wife and kids and ol' Punx Phil that I said hello. Good luck with your daughter's wedding!
Doris Daube, how many competitions have you won yet? Keep us updated! You're gonna go far!
Jeff Baker, how's your old man? I hope he's doing good. I hope things are going good with that Marc kid too.
Nancy Taylor, I'm sorry I was stuck here to miss you getting your veterinary degree, but I'm so proud of you! Larry better be treating you well, too. And Larry, your baking skills have gotten so much better. Bring those cappuccino rolls to the next station potluck.

To all the rest: if I've spoken to you, then I've thought about you. I miss you. I'm so proud of you.

It's gonna be a long winter, but just wait 'till spring.

That's good weather,
Phil Connors

[ ... and. ]

To Rita Connors,

If I'm talking to the right one, then from your perspective, I probably never left. You wake up and go to work and nothing's wrong at all.

The weird crap happened again. There was the loop. Then there was Prismatica. Phil's probably right next to you, and he's real, but ~~I'm lost~~ there's another copy of me that got trapped across space and time, again, this time in a small and constructed pocket dimension. I'm going to be honest. It's not good here. It's really dangerous. I'm trying to get out as fast as I can, and maybe I'll see you again. I've been told that's not a guarantee, but that doesn't mean I won't try. Don't worry, I'm not gonna get weird about your marriage now that there's two of me and one of you. It's okay; you can keep him.

I've been stuck here for a year and a half. I lost an eye. I got two kids, or I guess they decided they got me. I'm going to have to be ready to be a dad now. You'd like them. You'd like a lot of the people I've met. Tell Phil that he's ready too.

I miss you. I love you. I'm sorry.

Phil Connors

[ included is a photo of him he grabbed from Photos At Sea. ]

[ ... ]

To Mom,

I got lost. I'm sorry. I miss you a lot. I hope rehab's going well. Tell Kate I said hi. I'll try to be home for dinner. I can explain everything then.

Phil Connors

Edited 2023-10-31 21:52 (UTC)

In chunky black letters:

Hey boss.

I'm okay. It's actually not too bad here. There's a lot of people like me -- way more than I ever thought were out there. Nobody wants to hurt me. Most of them don't even think 'monster' is a bad word.

But since I did promise to be your sidekick forever and ever no takebacks (what, you think that promise just went one way?), I swear I'm gonna get home soon. If I'm not already. I don't know, is there a me in the evil lair right now who's just missing a pinky or something? Maybe I'm that pinky. A little piece that went 'poof!' and floated off before the rest of me squished back together.

Whatever, either way I'll see you soon. Promise.

Instead of a signature, there's a drawing of an enormous pink shark, jaws wide, chasing down a boat that looks a lot like the Serena Eterna.

Written in neat cursive, after a long, long time spent thinking:

Hey, everyone.

The last time I wrote a letter like this, I wasn't sure it would make it either. It seems almost silly now, being worried about the unreliability of long-distance deliveries, now I'm here in a whole other universe and the odds of you ever seeing this are lower than ever.

I miss you all.

You probably don't miss me, not if everything I've been told is true. I hope it's true. I don't want to be like mom, there one day and gone the next. A mystery that you all spend the rest of your days wondering about. Another shadow for people to try to fit themselves inside. I think we've had enough of those. So I hope you still have me and that she does right by you all, as a leader and as a friend.

Check on her. She's putting on a good face but she's struggling more than you'll ever know if you don't find a way to take her off that pedestal she's put herself on so you all can't see she's human under that hood. If how things have been for me is anything to go by, the facade is going to crack soon and she's going to need your help to get through it. Without you, all of you, I don't know what will happen exactly, but it won't be anything good. She needs to know that her life matters more than any reason she might have to throw it away.

I think about you all every day. I carry you with me. Yang, I hope you realise just how much of who I am is because of how you raised me, I'm sorry I haven't always been grateful. Blake, I hope you find the fairy tale ending you deserve after everything you've been through. Weiss, I hope I will always live up to the friendship we found, and I know you can make a name for yourself alone. Uncle Qrow, I believe in you, please tell dad I'm sorry for all the stress I've put him through.

Oscar, I know what's happening to you is scary, but if anyone can find a way through, it's you. Jaune, I'm sorry I passed on my leadership baggage so early on, I hope you can stop blaming yourself one day. Nora, I hope you always stick to your guns just as firmly as you did with Ironwood, keep being yourself. Ren, I think you need to talk to someone about what you're feeling just as much as I do.

Penny, don't you ever let anyone tell you that you're any less real a person than anyone else, Ironwood doesn't own you and you can make your own choices. Also, ask your me about crushes sometime. She'd love to explain.

I promise you all that even if I never see you again, I have people that love and care about me and will make sure I don't do anything too stupid. I'll be okay. And I'll never forget any of you.

Love,
Ruby Rose
Leader of Team RWBY

Max approaches the notebook with a pen in hand and his teeth pinched between his lips where he worries at them nervously. After a long moment of consideration, he starts to write:

Dad & Jenny,
I don't know if this will ever reach you. I don't know if it's really even fair to tell you this but... I'm alive. I didn't die in that fire. Your gift didn't cause it. That torch saved my life. Every day I think about how much you must blame yourself and I just need you to know that you're the reason I'm still okay. I am. I really am okay. I'm in love, and I am living a good life just like you always wanted for me. I wish I could tell you more but it's not safe for you if I do. I miss you both every day. Jenny, I read your messages on Facebook every year on my birthday. They meant everything to me. But you don't have to write them anymore. Unless you still want to. I won't be able to read them from where I am, but that's okay. I'm happy. I will always miss you. I'm sorry I had to leave without saying goodbye so... I love you.
Goodbye.

Love,
Jonah Jameson Lewis

Natsuno tucks two envelopes between the pages.

The first is addressed to "(No-canon-first-name) Yuuki:"

Dad,

Part of me is still out there. I'm doing well.
I hope you're okay, too.
Leave Sotoba and don't beat yourself up.

Natsuno

The second letter is addressed to "Clarke Griffin of the Sky People." Unlike the letter to his father, Natsuno doesn't sign this one. Even if a version of her does get, she won't know his name.

Don't ever doubt yourself.
You'll be okay.

Daisy never made a sign, but something about the notebook manages to worm its way under her skin once she spots it. She really must be going soft. So, tucked into the notebook, scribbled on a folded piece of paper:

Thank you for doing what we all know had to be done. Now do me one more favour: try and survive.

Klaus sighs as they look at the paper for a moment. He does eventually decide on some notes.

To my siblings,

I miss you guys. I know that probably sounds dumb, but it's weird not even being in the same universe as you guys. It's been more than a year since I've been here and I've been sober for 9 months now. I know. Shocker. But I chose it for me. I've got friends and people that won't let me fuck it up. I'm even married. His name is Oda Nobunaga and he's...he's good to me. I think you'd like him. He doesn't have powers or anything, but he's good with a sword. And a weirdo. I hope you're all okay wherever you are. I love you. Don't make that face, either. I can feel it through time and space.

Klaus

There's a pause before he starts the next one.

Mom,

I don't think I ever said it, but I appreciate everything you did for us. I love you and I'm sorry I gave you such a hard time with the drinking, drugs, and jail time.

Love, Klaus

A brief pause before he considers this last one.

To the asshole formerly known as Dad,

I hope this letter finds you alone and deeply annoyed.

Fuck you. I am worthy.

I'm revoking the title of father from you.

And again, fuck you.

Klaus

And one last one.

Dave,

I wish you well and I hope that wherever you are and whenever you read this, you're alive and happy.

A Friend

There are two pages added to the notebook, from her own papers. The first is in standard contracted braille.

Papa,

If I could only tell you everything I've experienced. There has been so much pain, and so many trials, but there has been so much beauty as well. I've made friends, I've learned how to fly, I started writing again. My work is something I can be proud of, something I will not be ashamed to put our name on. I've experienced things that seem impossible in many ways, and somedays my heart is filled with so much love that it feels as though it may break through my chest. There is so much to take in, and worlds - yes, multiple worlds - to discover and write about, poetry that is just waiting for the right words to burst into view.

I think you would be happiest to know I'm not alone. There are those around me who I hold most dear, and they look after me, people who I never could have met unless I took those first steps. All the grief I have felt, it is outweighed by what I have gained. They are more of my family, Papa, even though none of them will ever replace you.

I still have the cane you gifted me. It could survive anything, I believe, and perhaps it shall.

The Helena who will come to you is not me. She did not have the same journey I did, though our paths begin so similarly. She will need every ounce of love you can give her. She will long for peace. She will hate a locked door, and do things to make sure she is safe. Be patient with her, please. Make sure the garden is in health, so she can fall on the grass and smell everything living and know she is home. Do not ask where her scars come from, and when she tells you, please, believe her.

I love you. I think about you every day and wish I could hug you until the worst of it seems like a bad dream. I believe you would be proud of me.

Helena

The second page is in a much more encoded version of braille, impossible to map to any version she's been teaching in her classes.

Dear Helena,

I know it's strange to get a letter from yourself, but I hope that the code will prove to you it's me. We made it, after all, so that she couldn't touch our most private thoughts.

I offer you hope. You will get out. That manor is not your burial ground. I've left the space back home for you, since we can't meet. Papa will give you all the time you need to rest. Take days, weeks, months to remember how to be alive again. The world is full of more wonder than you know.

You will learn to write again. Everything that happened, it wasn't our fault. We are not a wicked person. She lied to us, over and over, but it is not all of us. We still have our words. You will write things you can be proud of, and they will be all your own.

You will be loved. I say it because it happened, no matter how distant and out of reach it seems to you. Someone will want to be by your side in that way, and it will undo and remake you in a fashion I cannot describe. Only to tell you to embrace it when it comes, instead of lingering in doubt.

Keep trying. Even when it feels cold and lonely. Even if you need to weep along the way. You will escape, and feel the sun on you again.

I believe in you.

-H

There isn't anyone back home to send a message to. No one is looking for her by design, but if she could send a message to anyone:

Miranda,

Learn to love again.

It's worth it.

-V

Letter 1:

Chevy, Chiro and Dennis,

Sorry I cant be ther to finish the work ur doing in Boston. Chevy, i figgered it out and she's still paing attenshun to me out here. I know why ur hiding it but u dont need to always always keep it from all of evryone forever.

Chiro if u get this, u gotta throw a kaffeeklatsch for evryone with the good shit. Get Arianna to come outta the liberry for this one dont let Jeremyah keep her away. Tell Cora she should only sing if she wants to. Tell all the Rat-fuckers even Colibri that they're welcom for this one. I learned there lessons well out here.

I'm okay tho. You gotta know that. I'm okay and not alon.

Bash

Letter 2:

To the Ups and the Downs I knew,

Jon ur probly gonna hate reading this so u first. I met Daisy, she was shocked to hear I knew u. She's doing okay here. She got peopl and that helps. You know having peopl helps. Don't push urs away. I know ur still probly doing stupid shit. That's ok bcuz stupid shit gotta be done sometimes. just. don't always be the loudest one doing it. getting caut isn't how u make ur point.

Chris I'm back to being deathish not lifeish and that's a helluva thing. But i remember what u taut me about ravens and ur goddess and death. Its good man.

Alec and Keith if i ever see u again in any univers, I know you wont have a contract with me, but i will still do anything i can to see you happy. You were mine and i loved u. And that doesn't just go away when people disappeer. Beeng back really hilites that for me. The love doesnt just disappeer too.

Artemis I hope somday u exist in a place wher u hav room to be the sweet boy u are in ur hart, with somone who pampers and loves you silly, who satisfys the needs u dont get to talk abt there.

Nate keep making magic. Keep hope and lite alive in the down in the theater. Its hard i get it (heh hard), but it's important too.

Anyone else I missed, it wasnt because i didnt love u enuff. Time and space fuck bad with memory and I think some of dupe I really just wanted to forget. But for the people? You were real and what was there was real. Keep on enduring no matter what. I'll do the same.

Bash

To my brother Percy, and my sister-in-law Vex'ahlia, and all the faithful men and women and others of our House:

If what I have been told is true, you have not missed me, as a version of me is still there. It's hard to understand how that can be, but nevertheless: I have been apart from you all for over a year now, and I miss you all terribly.

I hope to someday, somehow, return home. If I cannot, then this much will still be true: I love you all greatly, and will carry that love with me every day I am here, and wherever I may go from here.

Yours in memory,
Cassandra Johanna von Musel Klossowski de Rolo

[The signature is large and elegant, closing with a flourish.]

Elsewhere [Not publicly available IC]

not_the_last - 2023-11-06 02:45 (UTC) - Expand

[The message is left late at night, placed in the margins of another's letter. She presses the book flat on the table, carefully and meticulous printing her message where the book naturally folds to hide it. She hopes it's missed by any eyes reading other people's letters. There's only one being meant to receive this.]

STR 63-11-11. S 87-04-24. WE ARE REAL. HE IS HAPPY. SPARE US.

[Okie's greatest challenge in coming up with a message to send is thinking of where to send it. There's no one back home waiting to hear from him, and he still can't bring himself to imagine being somewhere that isn't here. Eventually, he remembers the note that came with the jacket he got from sundries. The names he feels like he should know.]

Miranda and Asteroid,

I got the jacket you sent, whether you meant for me to get it or not. I'm Okie, or maybe Cal, if either of those names mean anything to you. I don't think I know you. I haven't known anyone with your names. But every time I read y'all's note, my mind itches, like there's a memory that isn't there.

I want y'all to know I existed. I want someone to hope I still do.

[ The page is torn out. Someone apparently decided this wasn't the message they wanted to send. ]

Dear "Them",

If you don't let me and my friends and Maxwell go home I swear I'll find a way to throw the entire moon through your living room window. In whatever way that applies to you. See how you like that.

-Wilson P. Higgsbury

It's little more than a scrap of paper, signed with and addressed to Dimitri's own name, text scrawled in shaky blue crayon.

You're in love with him.

Tell him. It might save him.

There's an angular sigil drawn next to the message.

There is a simple message in green, written nearby Dimitri’s message. Perhaps inspired by it.

You are more than your service. Do not let them turn you into a body to be discarded.

Someday, you will learn how to love him.

Someday, you will learn how to love yourself.

I know. I have seen it.

There are no names or destinations on the three messages Gwen scribbles down, they're not even next to each other. She comes back multiple times to leave them between other letters:

I'm sorry I didn't turn out however you wished I did. I wish I knew what exactly I did wrong that makes you still believe I'm a murderer, but I guess I'll never find out. Maybe it's for the best that I won't. Despite everything, I still miss you every day. I'm sorry I didn't do better.

I'm sorry I never came to see you. I could explain the reasons why but they all just feel like excuses, now. I've missed you ever since I went home and I'll never stop. Thank you for opening up my eyes to the possibility of something better. You'll always be the first friend I let back in.

I'm sorry you had to look out for me so much. I know I wasn't always easy to deal with, I was stubborn and resistant when you tried to talk sense into me. I think I'm starting to get it now, though. Thank you, though. For letting me be your drummer. Staying with you made the unbearable somehow bearable.

carcinoGeneticist started writing at ????

CG: I DON’T KNOW WHETHER ANY OF YOU IDIOTS WILL READ THIS.
CG: REGARDLESS OF EVEN GETTING A MESSAGE BACK OUT OF THIS POCKET DIMENSION, WHICH I HAVE BEEN ASSURED MANY TIMES IS IMPOSSIBLE
CG: I KNOW
CG: I JUST KNOW
CG: THAT MY BONE BULGE OF AN ALPHA TIMELINE COUNTERPART WILL BASICALLY JUST IGNORE ANYTHING I SAY HERE AS THE CONDESCENDING RAMBLINGS OF AN IRRELEVANT HAS-BEEN VERSION OF MYSELF.
CG: I KNOW BECAUSE THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT I WOULD DO IF I WAS HIM, AND I AM HIM, SO I HAPPEN TO BE AN EXPERT ON THE SUBJECT.
CG: WAIT. RUNNING OUT OF SPACE. HOLD ON.

Another page.

CG: OKAY, BACK TO THE POINT.
CG: WHICH VERSION OF KARKAT I AM IS HONESTLY NOT THAT RELEVANT, BUT ALL I’LL SAY IS THAT I GOT UNCEREMONIOUSLY RIPPED AWAY FROM THE MAIN TIMELINE ON THE METEOR AND HAVE BEEN USED AS SOME KIND OF ENERGETIC FUEL FOR A POWERFUL ENTITY, ALONG WITH A VARIETY OF PEOPLE FROM ASSORTED UNIVERSES AND POINTS IN TIME.
CG: ALSO, NEPETA IS HERE.
CG: I HAVE THINGS I WANT TO SAY TO ALL OF YOU, SO PLEASE TRY NOT TO COMPLETELY DISMISS ALL OF THIS WHILE CRUMPLING MY WORDS INTO A BALL AND THROWING IT OUT INTO THE COLD VACUUM OF SPACE.
CG: TO KANAYA.
CG: I MISS YOU PRETTY MUCH EVERY DAY. YOU ARE ONE OF THE MOST STABLE FRIENDS I’VE EVER HAD, AND I SPENT FAR TOO LONG WHINING ABOUT MY OWN BULLSHIT INSTEAD OF BEING THERE FOR YOU WHEN YOU NEEDED IT. I KNOW YOU’RE GOING TO FIND A NEW PURPOSE IN THE NEW UNIVERSE, EVEN IF I WON’T BE THERE TO SEE IT.
CG: LALONDE. TREAT KANAYA WELL. I WILL PSYCHOLOGICALLY PROJECT MYSELF THROUGH TIME AND SPACE TO STRANGLE YOU IF YOU EVER MAKE HER SAD.
CG: BUT LET’S BE REAL, YOU HAVE BEEN GOOD FOR HER. WAY BETTER THAN ANY OF THE OTHER IDIOTS SHE’S BEEN FLUSHED FOR.
CG: TO STRIDER.
CG: I KNOW YOU KNOW THAT I KNOW IT WASN’T ACTUALLY EVER THAT BAD BETWEEN US. THE VERSION OF ME THAT’S THERE WON’T ADMIT TO ANY OF THIS, BUT... OKAY, I’M JUST GOING TO STOP HERE BEFORE I EMBARRASS BOTH OF US ANY FURTHER.
CG: TO TEREZI.
CG: EVERYTHING I SAID IN THAT DREAM BUBBLE, I STILL MEAN IT. AND EVEN THOUGH I’M PROBABLY NEVER GOING TO SEE YOU AGAIN - WELL, NOT THIS VERSION OF ME ANYWAY - I CAN ACCEPT THAT, KNOWING THAT YOU’LL BE OKAY WITH WHATEVER YOU DO.
CG: TO GAMZEE.
CG: HANG ON. YOU CAN GET THE HELP YOU NEED. THERE’S SOMEONE HERE I’VE BEEN TALKING WITH WHO’S BEEN THROUGH SIMILAR STUFF, AND I’M SEEING HER GET BETTER OVER TIME. IT’LL HAPPEN FOR YOU.
CG: TO EGBERT AND HARLEY.
CG: IF YOU’RE READING THIS, THEN IT MEANS YOU’RE ALL TOGETHER. AND THAT MEANS IT ALL WORKED OUT IN THE END.
CG: TO MYSELF.
CG: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ATTEMPT TO TAKE SOME OF THIS SERIOUSLY. YOU CAN HELP OUR FRIENDS IF YOU STOP WALLOWING IN SELF-PITY. DO WHAT I CAN’T DO, AND ACTUALLY BE PRESENT IN THE MOMENT. THERE ARE SO MANY GOOD THINGS IN YOUR LIFE IF YOU JUST ALLOW YOURSELF TO HAVE THEM.

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