[Stephen's genuinely relieved to hear him alive again, regardless of how infrequent their conversations have been. Billy is...unfamiliar in a familiar way, in some ways more than the Avengers had been when they'd been here and alive.]
You should be sorry -- what the hell did you do? No, never mind. What are you doing now? How are you doing?
[ At least, it feels like it as soon as his attention turns to the thought - he's back outside, stumbling around hopelessly in the dark - until another message flashes on his tablet and draws him back into the present. ]
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Night 275
[Stephen's genuinely relieved to hear him alive again, regardless of how infrequent their conversations have been. Billy is...unfamiliar in a familiar way, in some ways more than the Avengers had been when they'd been here and alive.]
You should be sorry -- what the hell did you do? No, never mind. What are you doing now? How are you doing?
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[ At least, it feels like it as soon as his attention turns to the thought - he's back outside, stumbling around hopelessly in the dark - until another message flashes on his tablet and draws him back into the present. ]
-No. That's not... something's wrong?
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[Good feelings gone. Stephen's attention is immediately glued to his tablet.]
Where are you now?
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-The chapel. That was weird.
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[How can he tell? Billy sounds confused as hell, but Stephen isn't feeling a whole lot more clarity himself.]
Feelings of deja vu? Fractures in your vision? Green, glowing lights?
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When you talk I get yanked back here to the present, but if I think about anything that's happened before...
[ He trails off, apparently lost again. ]
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[Talking yanks him back to the present? Better keep talking.]
It's a death effect. You're still here; time is still moving linearly from my perspective. You said you're in the chapel?
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[ This is incredibly frustrating. ]
Chapel. Door's already locked, so... not going anywhere for the night.
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