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I can't tell if he LET me see or if he just could tell I was watching so he decided to like, mock me or something. But I don't know how it even works? Cause I thought I was seeing the past, since the sparklers were already there, but then he was posing FOR ME?

[ Time shenanigans are really not Julie's deal. Of all the things her world didn't have, the thing they didn't have the most was time/space hijinks.

The pause before the next message comes is long and thoughtful, and the words somehow more hesitant than playful. ]

Do you think I should bang him? Would that help?

Maybe he was planting them anyway but then realized you could see so decided to pose like he's an Instagram influencer looking for clout?

[ Hard to say. These are a whole new group of asshole gods. ]

You're not banging any god unless you think he's hot and want to bang him. That's the only acceptable reason.

How did he know I'd even be willing to say something?

[ Julie hasn't really had a policy of being open with her abilities in the past. She would just as easily have never brought it up. ]

I mean, if it helps us, then I have made it with guys who WEREN'T gods for way less. So it's not that bad a deal.

If you didn't, people would still see the sparklers, but he was likely betting on you doing it. With a showmanship like this, he probably really wants everyone to know it's him.

Did you get the sense he was hitting on you?

It's all just weird. You weren't here for the last time random shit showed up in our domains - the last time gods got real hands-on with us, things appeared based on which one chose you. But the thing is, I think WE made those subconsciously, as a byproduct of however they manipulated us. Cause why would they bother? It's so stupid and extra to go around leaving souvenirs. But this guy...

It was like, playful but in a creepy way. I'm just saying, he was doing a LOT.

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Or maybe they wanted you guys to remember. Gods like to be remembered. They answer Solvunn prayers, they pay attention.

Please don't fuck the clown, for all you know he comes glitter.

But that wouldn't explain why I have one. The herald that chose me, Sannlicker [ not his name ], he did the choosing part because I had the dream, but then the next day, I got stuck somewhere else. Like, a different... dimension or plane or something. Between the real world and the Horizon. So I never actually felt the curse or whatever, I only had the dream.

Okay but I'll be mad at you if he cums cotton candy and you made me miss out.

Did that happen to anyone else? Maybe the Singularity was protecting you from the gods by placing you somewhere else.

What flavor would you pick? Knowing this dude, he'd probably pick something vomit flavored.

There were these other weird places that everyone else sort of wound up in, but they'd always get spit out after a few hours, and they were sometimes with other people. I think they could still send other messages out, too. But I was in one place the whole time, about a week. I couldn't get out or talk to anyone else, except one other person who was in a totally different place - we could only sorta scream back and forth until he got thrown back too. He was connected to the Singularity cause of some kind of magic spell from his own world, that the Singularity sort of jammed itself into. But I don't even really think I got thrown back the same way as the others. The ground started to fall away, and I touched the blob in the sky, and then I fell through the ground, like in a... time spiral or something? Then I crashed into my own domain. My brain was all fucked up for a few months cause of the whole thing. I think I was kinda slowly dying cause I couldn't really sleep or think and I wasn't eating, but Wanda went in and like, fixed it. Sorta. It's complicated.

But when I went back to that same place for a few weeks, I didn't touch the blob or fall through the ground again, and I was fine. [ Julie has not been fine in years, but in the relative sense. ] So I think it was my own fuck-up the first time.

I mean, what's the normal flavor of cotton candy? Just sugar? That's good. Or like, maybe a strawberry flavor. Or if his dick is a chocolate fountain, that's good too, but he needs to say something first.

Is it a fuck up if you're dealing with something that's literally never happened to you or anyone else and you're just trying to survive something insane? I would say you handled it the best you could while it was happening. Not to like Good Will Hunting you here, but it really wasn't your fault. You shouldn't be so hard on yourself.

Yuck, clown sex in general is just so icky. Do you think people do it as clowns? Is there a website for clown fetishes? Oh god there has to be. If there was, this guy was totally on there.

[ There's a brief pause. It has literally never entered Julie's mind that she is being unfair to herself; she simply accepted that trying to touch the blob was her own mistake, that she was the only one in the situation capable of even making a mistake. Someone has to be to blame. Perhaps it's a byproduct of how she was raised, perhaps just a leftover piece of survival mindset. No one else has suggested that she was doing the only thing she could think to do at the most desperate point of her captivity. Julie doesn't know exactly how to respond to this concept. ]

It's okay. It's over now. Like I said, it was fine the second time. The ground didn't even crumble away.

Oh, it's 100% a fetish. Even if they ain't circus clowns. What's a Juggalo except a clown in black and white? Those people are all fucking each other in full face paint constantly. Also there's balloon fetishes, so that's probably part of it too.

Well hopefully that isn't something we'll be thrown into again. What were those places like anyway?

BALLOON fetishes? That is definitely a new one as far as I know. I'm not sheltered or anything, I guess my google searches have been vanilla in comparison to others.

I think some of them are the domains of gods, but not the one I went to. I don't know where mine is.

Oh yeah, there's different balloon fetishes too. Some people like to watch someone else pop em, some people like to rub on em. I saw this one guy who wanted to be IN a balloon, and he had this big custom one made to do it. That wasn't porn though, it was just a youtube video.

Do you think maybe it's like levels of power? Like the old gods who have been around forever have different ones from the baby gods? I ask because that is how it would've definitely worked in my world. The old gods are on a whole other plane than their kids. Maybe you got yoinked by someone bigger.

People are so damn weird. I feel like they're a whole different brand of weird here, maybe because they don't have the internet yet.

Could be. I know there's two groups of gods, the Old Gods and the Cardinal Gods. The Cardinal ones are younger. But they ALL have an arcana, just like us. The place I've been doesn't have one at all - but every other place does.

Oh, there's definitely weird New Magic sex toys. They have a whole shop in Libertas.

Okay wild theory but what if that's the Singularity's place? Like maybe it had its own area that no one can get to, but because it likes you, it swooped you in? If all the gods have arcanas, it seems like the only option without one.

Hot, did you get one?

It's the blob's place, the blob lives there. I couldn't see the Singularity anywhere in the distance.

I don't trust New Magic all that much, if I'm honest. Definitely not enough to put it near any tender bits.

I'm just saying, what if the blob is the Singularity. If it wasn't seen in the distance, maybe that's because you were inside of it or something.

Okay fair. I don't know what New Magic is, is that just a magical form of technology?

I don't think the Singularity is a floating wad of chewed-up gum that tried to kill me.

[ And frankly, the whole discussion is making Julie uncomfortable in a way that she can't exactly articulate. The blob can't be the Singularity because she doesn't want it to be. The Singularity loves her. It wouldn't watch her in misery for a week just to discard her through... whatever she went through. ]

Kind of? It's built on regular Academic Magic, like High Magic is. Except instead of bringing the gods into it, they apply it to technology and weapons and shit. There's a lot of crystals involved.

[ Hmmm. Julia suspects she could be right, it's the only thing that makes sense, but instead of pressing it she pauses and then reassures. ]

You would know best, I'm sure. It happened to you.

[ The New Magic sounds kind of interesting, and reminds her of some of the tech-adjacent spells they have in her world. It's weird to think that anywhere on this planet has advanced tech of some kind, compared to what little she's seen in Solvunn and not exactly all that much more in Nocwich. ]

I've been teaching people here my type of magic. It's rarer to find people with magical ability where I'm from, so everyone has the capacity here and it's pretty cool I think!

What is your kind of magic?My world didn't have any at all, so it's all new to me.

It's heavily spellwork in pretty much every area you hear about in media. Think Harry Potter (did you have Harry Potter?) but without needing a wand or to say the spell out loud. The only requirement is natural magical ability (like everyone has here) and usually hand gestures. The hands are necessary because they're basically framing a spell to make it work, the real power comes from your will to use it.

So elemental magic, telekinesis, shields, battle magic, light or darkness bending, fixing objects, teleportation, illusions, etc. It's really great.

And people who can do that stuff can just do it? Like they didn't need to go to school or anything?

There is a college for magic users named Brakebills but they're assholes about it. They erase people's memories if they don't pass their test and look down on self-made witches.

Why would you need to pass a test to be a witch? If people can do it, won't they just do it?

But then again, I guess that's what most of Thorne is like. Nott deserves better.

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