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[thirdrobin.livejournal.com]

[Stephanie's running through the streets, feet pounding desperately against the asphalt when she stumbles to a stop, looking around wildly]

What - what? Where...

[she's breathless, but her eyes flash with anger]

No. No, I was right there. I had...[she looks down, then, raising an empty hand, cursing at it] What the hell happened?

[that's when she hears the she sees the bike, our of the corner at her eye, coming at a downright frantic pace; in an instant, a handspring carries her out of the way, onto the sidewalk]

Woah. Since when can I do that?

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[fortune_sought]

Oh, so you've just arrived as well! My, there are a lot of us.

[thirdrobin.livejournal.com]

A lot of us...getting abducted?

[fortune_sought]

[frowns] I'm afraid it's a bit more complicated than that. As I understand it, a lot of us have recently lost some of our memories. But I imagine we were all abducted, at one time...

[thirdrobin.livejournal.com]

...So it's worse, is what you're saying. [just...takes a breath] Okay, so at least that means I wasn't interrupted, I guess.

[fortune_sought]

Yes, I suppose in a way it is.

[curiously] Interrupted?