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Slightly backdated.
[It's early in the morning when a new post on the BBS goes up.]
Guys, it's Louie. I want to see if anyone else knows anything about this. I mean, the weirdest thing happened last night.
I think I went home. Not just for a night, either. I mean, maybe it was some kind of dream, but it felt so real, and I had a weird dream that was definitely a dream. I think. I don't know! That felt pretty real, too.
Has something like this happened to anyone else?
Guys, it's Louie. I want to see if anyone else knows anything about this. I mean, the weirdest thing happened last night.
I think I went home. Not just for a night, either. I mean, maybe it was some kind of dream, but it felt so real, and I had a weird dream that was definitely a dream. I think. I don't know! That felt pretty real, too.
Has something like this happened to anyone else?
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Oh, I don't know, maybe because every time I'd begin to think hey this is the perfect time to talk about this, suddenly one of us would be under some dumb misfired spell, or too busy trying not to freak out about thunderstorms, or having fun at the beach that I didn't want to potentially ruin by telling you how YOU weren't sure if you actually WANTED a Mom after all, or - or each other, which, let me tell you, sure made me feel like being just me mattered! NOT. And sometimes - yeah! You know what?! Sooooometiiiiiimes you and Huey got so all up about being better at magic and having been here longer that I kinda liked having something that was just mine. Something that really DID make me more than just The One In The Blue Shirt! I was the one who knew who Mom was. It might not have been much but ... but ...
[he's got nothin'. except maybe crying. he can do that for an encore if there are any takers. no? too bad. He's doing it anyay]
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You’re so selfish! When are you going to get over yourself? You’re not the only one who people think is someone else, but you are the only one who’s so insulted by it! What makes you think you’re so much better than me and Huey, anyway? And how is it okay to use Mom as... As some kind of trick play in your dumb game of being different?
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[he could feel his beak burning, and clenched his fists. he really didn't want to hit his brother back. but at the same time, he really did. because they'd known each other their whole lives ... how could he even begin to think he was capable of that? it stung, worse than the slug he'd taken to the shoulder. he isn't even thinking as he raises his voice, but some of the things he's learned in Fantastics are creeping in as he gets louder]
I DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO TELL YOU! THAT'S ALL IT WAS!
[the air around him starts to ripple, like heat leaving an open car door]
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He hates to admit it even to himself, just now, but he's impressed. He'd even be a little scared, if Fantastics wasn't about illusion and generally not physical, concrete magic.
But beyond that... He believes Dewey. Dewey gets angry, sure, but not like this. And besides... He can hear traces of hurt in Dewey's tone, and it brings some regret.]
Okay! Okay, man, I believe you. Now stop doing that!
[Because the accidental aspect of the magic - that is something Louie hasn't picked up on, here.]
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Stop what, yelling? Look, it was - I didn't mean to, but ... [he tries to keep a lid on it, to keep his voice down. it's hard.] ... that was a really awful thing to say, Lou.
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[He sighs, though. His own tension is starting to wind down. He's... Still frustrated. But it's not worth all this, not when he has so much he wants to talk with Dewey about.]
I didn't- I mean... Yeah. You're right, it was. I know how important all this stuff with her is to you, and I shouldn't have...
[He grunts, in lieu of an actual apology. Some things are just hard for him; saying sorry when he means it is one of them.]
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[he takes closer stock of the situation, and recognizes that tingling at the tips of his feathers he always gets when he does magic properly.]
Aw, phooey. I didn't even - but now there's - how do I stop when I don't know how I started?
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[He sighs.]
But let's figure it out, okay? I mean...
[If Dewey's willing, he really wants to talk about how weird everything is - was? - back home.]
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So... We've got a mom.
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I know, right?!
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Wait, she taught you to what now?
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[this is exciting, right? totally exciting. SAY YOU'RE EXCITED THAT AN ADULT IS TEACHING A PRE-TEEN TO FLY A LARGE VEHICLE LOUIE]
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...That reminds me. Is there winter here? I bet we could make some killer snow stuff with magic.
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[He shrugs.]
But yeah, It was winter when I got here.