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[candidly]

I like how you make bad decisions late at night. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. Yeah, yeah, I missed you too. Like a foot misses between-the-toes fungus.

Though you're a bit behind with figuring out what, exactly, is happening back in my world, aren't you? Not that I really blame you. America going to hell in a hand-basket isn't exactly new, but crossovers are always hard to follow. Maybe you should catch up sometime. And finish making those icons you said you wanted to make.

I'm not encouraging anything else, just--... It'd be nice to know I'm not going to be forgotten again.

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[futurebatwoman]

There was this whole - someone forced 18 of us into a death fight scenario. Thing. In a stunning turn of events it didn't go that well.

[candidly]

Jesus...

Were you--I mean... Were you, y'know, the last one standing?

[futurebatwoman]

No. No, I didn't last too long. Wasn't that big on the fighting.

The City's kind of a madhouse, you're definitely safer out of it.

[candidly]

Shit, I'm sorry. Dying sucks.

Theoretically, in any case.

[futurebatwoman]

Theoretically and in actuality.

How's headspace treating you?

[candidly]

It's awful. Which is why I'm thrilled that I'm going to spacepocalypse now.

[ don't believe the sarcasm, she's actually kind of excited about space ]

[futurebatwoman]

Spacepocalypse, huh? That doesn't sound all that inviting.

[candidly]

I'm sure it's not going to be that bad.

[futurebatwoman]

It's got a smushed version of apocalypse in the name.

I'm just saying here.