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[othersdie]

Thank you for the warm reception.  However poorly I articulated it, I appreciated the offers of assistance.

I have a question, but I'm not sure if there's an answer.  Regardless: what's the purpose of the graveyard?  The carousel, the ticking, the deities--all of that makes sense (or as much sense as anything else), but why is there a place to bury people if no one stays dead here?  Is it just a prop?  It feels significant, although feelings can't be relied on.

This is a strange place--strange in its own way, stranger when I think about it.  I'd call it all a dream if I wasn't convinced that I'm awake.  Every time I think I'm close to making sense of something, it slips away.

That's not important.  Thank you, again, for being so welcoming.


[Filtered to Neil and Todd // Hackable]

I've read all of the guides (most of them appear to be outdated) and as much as I could find about filters.  It's unnecessary to use one, I suppose, since I can just talk to you, but some things are more comfortably put in writing.

First and most importantly, thank you.  I don't fully understand why you trust me enough to let me into your apartment when you know about what I've done and you realize that I'm not the same person you knew.  Whether I should blame kindness or poor judgment, thank you. 

Second--and I don't know if I should tell either of you this, but something wholly inexplicable tells me that I can trust you--I've been having odd experiences.  Do you know what it's like to try to remember a dream you've just woken up from?  It's like that, and sometimes I think I'm on the verge of something... and then it gets away.  Is this a normal phenomenon here?

Third, I'd like to repeat what I typed first.  I haven't done anything to earn trust, kindness, or friendship--not that I remember.  I hope that you're both usually more cautious.

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[othersdie.livejournal.com]

Do you know if they serve any purpose--

I'm sorry. I didn't--I'm Justin. I need to stop asking questions before asking for names.

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

It's quite all right--that's a bad habit of mine, too. You're Neil's friend, aren't you, Justin? I'm Rosella, we were part of his play together, though we didn't talk much while we were at it.

And all I remember is that there was something down there, deep within all the tunnels, but I never saw it myself.

[othersdie.livejournal.com]

Yes, Neil and Todd were my friends... or say they are, or will be, or still are. It's nice to meet you. Again, in your case. I'm not--I don't talk much in person, usually, so that wouldn't... it wouldn't have been your fault. If we didn't talk much.

[Smooooth.]

An animal...? Or was it part of a curse?

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

...Oh. Er, I see. Yes, of course, it's very nice to meet you, too.

[Another person who left and came back. This seems to be a trend lately.]

I'm not sure it was either, really. It was some time ago, and it happened over a long period of time--first the visitors came, and then the graveyard filled up with new headstones, all bearing the names of the visitors who had come and gone. But when one dug beneath them, one fell into the catacombs and couldn't get out again.

[othersdie.livejournal.com]

[This story seems vaguely familiar (and he doesn't think it was one with a particularly happy ending). Was it the basis for a novel? Something Lovecraftian with a fearsome Elder God lurking in tunnels under a cemetery?]

That's strange. Or maybe not so strange if strange is the norm here.

Thank you, Rosella. That was informative.

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

It was strange. And dangerous, too--a friend of mine was hurt very badly, protecting me while we were in there.

I know it's not much help of anything, really, but it's a good place to avoid, all the same.

[othersdie.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry for bringing it up--for bringing up unpleasant memories.

No, it's helpful. It's the most helpful thing anyone's said about the graveyard.