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[bread_goes_bip]

[Death is lucky, in many ways. She's an idea, not a person. So it was simple enough to reconcile the new information with her own sense of self. But, she also knows people. And knows what she needs to try.]

[Phone]

If anyone needs to talk... I'm always here.

[Action: Just about everywhere on account of her knowing half the town]

[Of course, if she's particuarly close to you, she's not leaving it up to a phone call. She'll be showing up to check on you in person.]

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[Action - Death's House]

[jaws5sonofjaws]

[Mart knocks at the door. He's shaking, trembling. He's learned the truth and it has not settled well with him.]

I...

Really need someone to talk to...

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[bread_goes_bip]

Of course. I'm always ready to listen.

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[jaws5sonofjaws]

[Mart has a hand over his face, teeth trembling.]

I'm. Not really me..

Mart Vineyard.

I'm just... a bunch of numbers and digital shit.

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[bread_goes_bip]

[She reaches out a hand to him]

Life is... so varied. Who do you feel like?

[theboytwin]

[That is a good idea....a really, really good idea. Johan is alone in the house now that the drones are gone. Just sitting there.]

[bread_goes_bip]

[She frowns. She was worried about this.]

Johan?

[theboytwin]

[He doesn't reply for a moment, but seems to change his mind. Still not looking at her though.]

That isn't my name you know.

[bread_goes_bip]

Well. What would you prefer to be called, then?

[There are so many ways this can go...]

action;

[perfectsymmetry]

[On her travels, Death will come across a man sitting on a curb on Williams Street with a look she's probably all too familiar with - the look of a man who's utterly given up on life. The look of someone who does want to live anymore. The usually pleasant paper boy is beyond despair. Not from the news - he'd suspected that forever, now - but it's implications. He sits with his knees to his chest, blue eyes following her as she approached.]

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[bread_goes_bip]

[She doesn't know him, but she knows that look. And she can't just keep walking when she sees it. Instead, she sits down near him]

Hey.

[perfectsymmetry]

Hi.

[It sounds empty. He doesn't move to look at her now, just sits there.]

[bread_goes_bip]

Sounds like you have a lot on your mind.

[Who doesn't, lately?]

[crazyclownwoman]

[Harley is just confused. You can find her in her house as well. Throwing darts at a wall with a bat symbol taped to it.]

[bread_goes_bip]

[She glances over at the dartboard. Well, Harley seems to still have a firm grip on some parts of her identity, at any rate.]

Wild month, huh?

[crazyclownwoman]

Tell me about it.

[Go back to basics is always the best plan.]

So you heard the news yet? Apparently we're all clones.

[bread_goes_bip]

Yeah, Luke told me. What do you make of it?

[She's calmer than Luke, at any rate...]

[witchofthechalk]

[Tiffany is still wearing her witches hat and is making cheese in the kitchen. In between doing chores around the house. If it's affected her at all, then she's doing a good job at hiding it.]

[bread_goes_bip]

[Well, she seems calm enough. BUt Death still feels compelled to check.]

Good afternoon, Tiffany.

[witchofthechalk]

[She glances over.]

Oh, hello Didi.

[ooeeooahah]

{ Ilsa's house is still the one with the garden out front. She is there, attempting to repair what damage has been done by the rampages. When Didi approaches, she stands. ]

Good to see you here, Maman. I'll put the kettle on.

[bread_goes_bip]

[She smiles.]

Thank you. At least some things are constant.

[ooeeooahah]

We need some consistency now.

[ The house is quiet, with minimal damage. ]

I avoided the house during the last round, so I guess there was nothing to attract attention.

[ Filling the kettle, and setting it on the stove, Ilsa sighs. ]

I've had a bit of multiple dimensional theory, but explaining about Moravec and Schrödinger won't help anyone who's not ready for it.

[strike_you_out]

[In the living room of 726 Anderson Lane, Slugger is perched on the sofa quietly writing something in a journal. When Death enters, he looks up and nods in greeting.]

[bread_goes_bip]

THat the same journal as before?

[strike_you_out]

Yeah.

[He looks back down at the page to finish what he'd started writing. Death won't see much of what it says unless she gets closer but she can conclude he's writing about all the most recent events and revelations. It seems pointless now to keep writing, but the same could probably be said about most things.]

Did you hear about what Zemekis said?