IC Contact

[polariity]

"Beep beep, you've reached the Thiioniic, whether you wanted to or not. I am either dead or buthy, probably the former knowing my luck, but feel free to leave a methage at the tone and maybe I'll remember to look over my voicemail."

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The 20th | A neatly wrapped package outside your door...

[electedofficial]

[Wrapped in shining paper with iridescent ribbons, the package is both unassuming and suspiciously neat considering the wear and tear creeping in around the edges of Verdance Bluffs. Folded inside a small gold envelope is a type written note:]

AGAIN I SIN AND AGAIN
FORGIVENESS I'VE ASKED IN CYCLES
FOR THE LIE AT THE ALTAR
AND THE LIE AT THE QUARTER

[Inside, Psiioniic will find... nothing. At least, that's what it will look like at first. Upon closer inspection, the paper lining the inside of the box can be peeled away... and written on the inside is reams and reams of the same words, written over and over again in Psii's own hand. Or at least a perfect forgery.]

YOU'RE CRAZY. INSANE. YOU KNOW IT, DON'T YOU? IT'S CLOSING IN. YOU'RE FEELING IT, NOW. FASTER AND FASTER AND FASTER YOUR PULSE GOES FASTER AND FASTER AND FASTER. THE WALLS ARE CLOSING IN. THE WALLS ARE CLOSING IN. INSANITY IS CLOSING WALLS. THE CLOSING WALLS ARE IN. FASTER. BROKEN. BROKEN. BROKEN. BROKEN. BROKEN. BROKEN. BROKEN. BROKEN. BROKEN.

[It goes on like that for reams and reams.]

[voice] [a few days after the newbs show up]

[godowntogether]

Well, I hope you remember to check your voicemail. Anyway, uh, I just wanted to say sorry. For what I said the other day. I appreciate you coming to get me, I just kinda freaked out.

voice; April 9th, evening

[whomheloved]

Psii, Psii, we have to go to Amal's right now! Come get me!

[whomheloved]

Psii! Psii, look.

Kitten photo attached.

They're getting so big already!

[Of course she's not hinting anything...]

voice.

[00nothing]

[hey psii it's been awhile since you saw or heard from this kid, hasn't it? wonder what was up with that.]

I think I have something of yours.

Text

[binauralbees]

p2ii where the fuck are you!? riin ii2 wantiing two head out and ii'm not leaviing here wiith out you and dii. ii have my shiit packed and we're goiing two head out 2oon.

p2ii plea2e...don't make me loo2e 2omeone el2e ii care about alriight?

meet up wiith u2 okay!? iif you aren't there ii won't forgiive you.

voice

[barebacking]

I cannot find Lautrec. You have to help me.