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haru isekais onto a chevron during hell week
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"I apologize for being compulsively incapable of shutting up. It doesn't even help."

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"Oh.  Do I have to listen; I can't really do that and type at the same time."

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"It doesn't help if you do, I am having a magical problem and not a mood one, so I guess that means you needn't, you are a complete stranger and owe me nothing besides an ambulance or your choice of arguable improvement over an ambulance."

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"A magical problem..." she social-noises, not stopping typing.

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"Yeah, I get to be an esper, just like I always fucking wanted. Some people just fall into a nice simple coma or something, but not me, oh no."

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"Mhm."  Typetypetype.  She finishes up, pockets her phone.

"Are you violent at all?"

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"I don't feel so inclined and have not been historically but I am racking up symptoms at a really dismaying rate! I have dyspraxia and can be escaped by anyone capable of a brisk jog."

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"Wanna come wait at my place?"

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"Sure, if it's not too far, because, again, dyspraxia, I will trip and fall into traffic if I have to speed up above a sedate old-person pace to keep up with you."

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"It's not."  She leads him at a sedate old-person pace to a building half a block down from the one that looks weirdly like and yet weirdly unlike his own.

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"You never did say where we are?"

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"Well, where do you think?"

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"It bears a strong resemblance to the exact block I live on except for all the ways it isn't! I live in Toronto, or at least so I remember myself to have believed in saner times."

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"Yeah, that's correct.  The Toronto part, at least."

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"That's good, unless it isn't. At least it appears to me that we are both speaking English, so there's that."

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"Oui.  - Are, yes.  Why wouldn't it be good?"

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"Well, it's better than being in Bangalore, especially since I'm in my pajamas," a T-shirt and buffalo check pants, "and it's worse than being in a Toronto that I recognize."

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Door, keycode.  The lock display instructs her to 'RETRY FINGERPRINT SCAN' and she jams her thumb on a side panel at a few angles until it chimes and lets them in.  "So there's, uh, magic, in 'the Toronto that you recognize'?"

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"It's everywhere in the world since the seventies. Espers, dungeons, monsters, whole nine yards. If I'm having a delusional episode about that it's really thorough and I cannot rely on my information that my episode should last only one week."

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Elevator waiting.  "I don't really follow the news but it does seem like a thing I would have... ever... heard of.  If it were real."  She pat-pats his shoulder.

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He leans in kind of pathetically about that. "Yes, hence the rock comment."

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She startles back a step about the lean.

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"Sorry. Sorry, I'm having - symptoms."

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"...Okay.  - Oh."  Her watch buzzes; she checks it.  "He'll send someone within the hour."  The elevator arrives and she hesitates, just for a beat, before leading him in.

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"I didn't mean anything by it. I'm gay."

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