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6/7/2025, 5:17:23 PM
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>Go to the station!
After inhaling her bowl of cereal and rinsing the bowl in the sink, Clover rushes back into her room. If she was gonna be awake, she figured she might as well hop back onto the game! This time, the router was still here, so there was nothing stopping her!
As she boots up her laptop once more, a vague memory resurfaces. The interesting thing about dreams is that while the memories are still there the morning after, it can be difficult to remember what exactly happened without some kind of trigger or purposeful reflection. Oftentimes, people simply let any memories of the phenomenon fade, as they move on with their real lives.
In Clover’s case, the message from the night before was crystal clear.
She stands and puts a hand to her chin, thinking. Well… at the very least, there could be new recruits for her pack there! She looks around for her sign, before realizing that it’s still taped to her shirt. It’s ripped up and has some holes in some places after yesterday’s events, but the message is still readable!
… “I’m heading out, Dad!”
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>Head to the station.
As the public bus bumps along the road, Lorene reflects for a moment on how messed up it was that she had to take public transportation to get to a different center for public transportation. Alas, that was just how life happened to be at times. She glances at her phone. Even with all the stops along the way, she should still make it on time.
The girl’s eyes narrow. That message was her only lead on anything right now. She hoped it led somewhere good.
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>Send an ugly.
Hermione stares at the screen, considering how to further proceed. Perhaps there was some way to look into the logo further, and find out where it was uploaded from. While she thinks, she has a sudden recollection, and immediately pulls out her phone.
“Samantha. It’s Hermione. Head to the central station immediately.”
“Huh? What’s going on, Hermione?”
She looks at the clock. It was 9:46. Every second spent talking was another second wasted. “Just go there, now.”
“O-okay!” The voice becomes a bit fainter. “Moooom! Can you take me to the train station? Like, right now??” A pause. “Huh? What’s the urgency? Uhh, my friend needs me or something?” The voice becomes more and more indistinct.
“Call me when you get there! Set up an AirPod!”
The line drops. Hermione’s eye twitches for a moment, before she shakes her head to clear her thoughts. There was no point worrying about hypotheticals. The girl begins to look into how she could find the location that the poorly drawn soul gem was uploaded from.
>Go to the station!
After inhaling her bowl of cereal and rinsing the bowl in the sink, Clover rushes back into her room. If she was gonna be awake, she figured she might as well hop back onto the game! This time, the router was still here, so there was nothing stopping her!
As she boots up her laptop once more, a vague memory resurfaces. The interesting thing about dreams is that while the memories are still there the morning after, it can be difficult to remember what exactly happened without some kind of trigger or purposeful reflection. Oftentimes, people simply let any memories of the phenomenon fade, as they move on with their real lives.
In Clover’s case, the message from the night before was crystal clear.
She stands and puts a hand to her chin, thinking. Well… at the very least, there could be new recruits for her pack there! She looks around for her sign, before realizing that it’s still taped to her shirt. It’s ripped up and has some holes in some places after yesterday’s events, but the message is still readable!
… “I’m heading out, Dad!”
Ѫ:
>Head to the station.
As the public bus bumps along the road, Lorene reflects for a moment on how messed up it was that she had to take public transportation to get to a different center for public transportation. Alas, that was just how life happened to be at times. She glances at her phone. Even with all the stops along the way, she should still make it on time.
The girl’s eyes narrow. That message was her only lead on anything right now. She hoped it led somewhere good.
€:
>Send an ugly.
Hermione stares at the screen, considering how to further proceed. Perhaps there was some way to look into the logo further, and find out where it was uploaded from. While she thinks, she has a sudden recollection, and immediately pulls out her phone.
“Samantha. It’s Hermione. Head to the central station immediately.”
“Huh? What’s going on, Hermione?”
She looks at the clock. It was 9:46. Every second spent talking was another second wasted. “Just go there, now.”
“O-okay!” The voice becomes a bit fainter. “Moooom! Can you take me to the train station? Like, right now??” A pause. “Huh? What’s the urgency? Uhh, my friend needs me or something?” The voice becomes more and more indistinct.
“Call me when you get there! Set up an AirPod!”
The line drops. Hermione’s eye twitches for a moment, before she shakes her head to clear her thoughts. There was no point worrying about hypotheticals. The girl begins to look into how she could find the location that the poorly drawn soul gem was uploaded from.
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