on apping to exitvoid

[runsaway]

So...you want me to camp out in a dystopian city that's currently mixing Al Capone with Cthulhu?

Yeah. That sounds like a great idea.

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whoops

[ofletters]

Could be worse.

you're not sorry at all

[runsaway]

I'm not ready to knock on wood just yet.

[ Dude, your hair. ]

you're right, i'm absolutely not

[ofletters]

Good thing you're not superstitious.

[ one day son, all this will be yours ]

you can't lie to me

[runsaway]

[ Is it possible to be slightly annoyed at yourself?

Except it's never been so...you know. Weird. ]

Right.

I didn't realize I get so funny.

[ No where are the shears. ]

I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT

[ofletters]

I think you've always been funny. [ untrue but whatever

and don't even think about it, shorty ]

... Jeez, you look like you're twelve.

EXCEPT CUT YOUR HAIR APPARENTLY

[runsaway]

[ Wow, excuse you.

Excuse me.

Whatever! ]

...Look who's talking.

I CHOOSE NOT TO

[ofletters]

Definitely not twelve.

LIKELY STORY

[runsaway]

Do I suddenly forget what haircuts are? Or is this supposed to be some sort of penance?

IS TRUE THO

[ofletters]

You say that like you're not gonna end up with the same head of hair.

Spoiler alert: you are.

NOPE REFUSE TO BELIEVE DIS

[runsaway]

[ What? No. He has CHOICES, dammit. ]

I'm thinking hindsight might be 20/20. Or situational precognition. In this case.

you must believe

[ofletters]

[ THAT'S WHAT CANON WANTS YOU TO THINK, KIDDO ]

You could play it safe and go with the Nair again.

i do not believe in faeries

[runsaway]

[ DON'T BREAK MY DREAMS YET, DON'T YOU MISS CHILDISH IGNORANCE? ]

That was never funny.

[ You of all people should know that. ]

[criminallyinsane]

[Dude. You look even preppier minus a few years.

Never mind that you're almost exactly her age, now. She's just going to watch you. Uneasily]

Cathuwhat?

do you belieeeve in life after loooove

[ofletters]

[ YES ACTUALLY sobs into the night ]

I know. [ Sigh. ] It really wasn't.

I'm sorry? /)_(\

[criminallyinsane]

Damn.

Is this really future-you?

[prep in the past and hippie in the future. She's not sure which is funnier]

no ):

[runsaway]

[ Don't ruin it for me, man. Let Kripke do it. ]

...He doesn't do it again...does he?

never ever

[ofletters]

[ not a hippie thankyouverymuch ]

Yep. Surprise?

[criminallyinsane]

[just missing the peace signs]

A bit. I mean, I'm just picturing bows and braids now.

Maybe pigtails.

[runsaway]

Cthulhu.

[ Let's correct her pronunciation first because it was pretty damn awful. ]

It's a monster in a series of short stories depicting cosmic horrors by the writer H.P. Lovecraft. The kind that lie in the subconscious of humanity bent on destroying it some day, a cult following it, the whole nine yards.

[ofletters]

[ :C ]

You sound like Dean.

oh

[ofletters]

Nah. [ thank god ] Might be itching powder in your future, if you haven't done that yet.

): ): ): )':

[runsaway]

[ The look on his face is enough. ]

Yeah. Yeah we covered that one pretty well.

[criminallyinsane]

[So the professor thing wasn't a new development. Good to know] Uh huh. Big bad, looking to bring on the apocalypse. Been there...done that...

[.....a pause, her brow furrowing] never got a t-shirt, though.

[...ah well. She shrugs]

And this particular one's different from the rest....how?

[criminallyinsane]

[if that was supposed to discourage her, he'll be sorely disappointed. She just grins]

Dude's got some sense, then.

[ofletters]

[ He remembers your pain, dude. ]

You should be okay from here on out. With the pranks, anyway.