[Experiment Start--please see the link at the bottom of the entry]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Cy appears on the plane in a huddle, muttering to herself. She looks ill. Everything about her seems dull, like someone took an eraser to a sketch of a gray cat and couldn't scrub the image away.]

I don't like this. I don't like this, ladies and gents.

[She sneezes, and there's a flash of light around her. She curls into a ball and starts shivering.]




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Comments

[ghostlighter]

You're not even in there, Wyatt. Don't you get it? You're not real. You can't get anything!

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

I am. I can and I will. Just because you can't touch me doesn't mean I'm fake Chris.

[ghostlighter]

[Takes a moment to return to normal, and tries to calm down.] You have to be.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

You want me to be? I'm hurt. [Doesn't sound it]

[ghostlighter]

I want you to be the way you're supposed to be. Good, not... this.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

You don't want me. You want a dream of me. You're not going to get it.

[And she drops]

[ghostlighter]

[Chris stands there for a moment, then kneels down and punches at the non-floor. He stays like that, kneeling on the ground with his head bowed for a few minutes before he, too, drops.]