voice testing. looking at a few games.

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Let me guess:  I don't get much of a say in this, do I?  [ Heather follows it with a huff, frustrated. One would think that she's put up with enough bullshit that she would get a free pass to a couple months of normal, but no.  Someone has to be waiting around to fuck things up for her, and frankly, it was getting real annoying.  ]

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[lettertomyfutureself]

It's pretty crazy, but yeah, you really don't. But hey, it's... not so bad, really. I mean, when you've been through what we've been through...

Well. I mean, you know. Well. We're kinda different people...

Well the point is, we've seen some crazy stuff. So how bad can it possibly be, right?

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[ Heather seems a bit incredulous. ] You do realize that's like asking for something worse to come around, right? [ She might be a bit of a pessimist, though she would claim she's a realist. ]

[lettertomyfutureself]

Not sure what could be worse than what I already went through.

[merged]

There's always something.

[lettertomyfutureself]

Maybe. But I don't think I can even start to conceive something... worse than that.

[merged]

That's probably for the best. [ Heather, however, can imagine something worse. She knows she hasn't gone through half the things her counter-part has. ] It's best to just not even think about it.

[lettertomyfutureself]

Yeah...

But hey. I think you'll do alright. I mean, even if you're not exactly me, you're still me. And I made it this far.

[merged]

[ That causes Heather to smile, albeit only slightly. ] ...Thanks. [ A vote of confidence from her other self was kind of nice. ]

[techygoddess]

Yeah, you know they don't care about our feelings most of the time right?

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[ Heather freezes for just a moment, feeling a rise of confusion and mild fear, but she swallows it back as she studies the girl before her. ] ...Yeah. I got that.

[techygoddess]

[Skuld shakes her head.] Though if you're anything like your father you'll do okay.

Sorry, that was rude of me, you're thread, I've read someone you're entangled with already. A writer actually.

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Thread? [ There's clear disbelief in her expression. ] I think you've got me mistaken for someone else.

[techygoddess]

No I didn't. [She smiles softly] You live with your father, always moving right?

He goes by Harry Mason now.

[worrywart]

[The resemblance to his daughter is incredibly uncanny, as such, Harry is just kind of drawn to her. Oh, if only he knew.]

They... don't always like to listen to us, but you could always try and talk it out. Depending on the writer, sometimes they actually listen.

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[ Heather's expression makes it a little clear that she isn't sure something like that will work. ] I get this feeling that she isn't keen on listening, but I guess there's no harm in trying.

[ You know, unless she makes things worse for herself. Which happens more often than she would like to admit. ]

[savethebullshit]

No, you don't get a say. The best bet is to run like hell while you still can.

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[ Woah. ] Sounds like you've got some serious experience. [ Running sounds like a good idea, but Heather was tired of running from her problems. ]

[savethebullshit]

Considering my mun's had me in a spaceship full of horrors for almost a year, you could say that.

[there's a bitterness to her tone]

Don't give your mun the chance to pull something like that with you. If you actually end up avoiding the obvious fate of being one of us, it'd be a like a collective dignity boost for everyone here.