[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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[ghostlighter]

Hey... You okay? [Kneeling down to her worriedly. His narrator seems to have left for now, thankfully. B|] What's going on?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Shiver] I'm fine, Chris. [For a moment, just a moment, it sounds like two voices speaking at once, Cy's and some other, male and distorted.]

[ghostlighter]

[For a moment, he freezes. Despite the distortion, the other voice sounded familiar.] ... what happened to Falkenburg?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Bleary look] Falkenburg's on vacation.

[ghostlighter]

What...? [Reaching out to give her some tentative pettings, because she doesn't look so hot.]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[She does, however feel hot; and then cold, and then hot again.] Don't ask me, I didn't do it.

[ghostlighter]

You sure you should be hanging around here if you're sick?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Where's a girl going to go? The floodgates are open. The voices are everywhere.

[ghostlighter]

Floodgates? You mean... Your telepathy?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Don't be dense. Of course I mean telepathy. [And there it is again, that tinny echo-voice layered over her own.] Come on, Chris.

[ghostlighter]

I'm not being— [Whoa. Cuts himself off.] That was...

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

That was what? You really thought it would be that easy? [Cy retches and shudders, and the other voice is gone.] Don't like this. It hurts my head.

[ghostlighter]

[Chris scuttles back, looking both disturbed at the turn of events and just... ew.] I don't like either.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Of course you don't. [That's in Cy's voice, but she's looking at him with a directness that isn't like her at all. As she continues speaking, the other voice filters back, gradually overriding her own until Wyatt's voice is the only one.] You'd love for it to be over, wouldn't you. To just forget, and pretend the world can be a better place now. It's not that easy, Chris. I'll never let it be that easy for you.

[ghostlighter]

[... he scoots back even more.] No. No. Stop it. It wasn't easy. It— stop.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[It shouldn't be possible for a cat to sneer, but somehow Cy manages.]

Of all the people who wanted me dead, I never thought one of them would be you.

[ghostlighter]

I didn't. I swear I didn't. [The distress sets in. He knows this is Cy, and he knows her telepathy is on the fritz, but it's Wyatt's voice, and Wyatt's words and he always knows where to apply the pressure.] I was just fixing it — making it the way it's supposed to be.

[lamb_of_gold]

[Scoops her up] You're unwell, little one.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Laughs, sounding completely human, even from a feline mouth.] Supposed to be. Supposed to be. And how do you know what it's supposed to be, what the world is supposed to be, little brother? Might. Makes. Right. The one thing I could never seem to teach you.

[Cy shakes her head and starts pawing at her ears, and it's her voice again, though it sounds distant and tinny] Wrong wrong wrong.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Her body temperature rolls between unnaturally hot and chilled. She shudders.] All the bats in my belfry are flying around.

[ghostlighter]

[Chris sits there for a moment, staring at nothing in anguish.] You aren't supposed to be like this! You were supposed to— [He snaps out of it. This isn't real. That time line vanished. It couldn't possibly be Wyatt... and it's not.]

Very... wrong.

[lamb_of_gold]

[Lets his cosmo burn at a low ebb, hopefully keeping her warm] Did you eat something upsetting?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[She sneezes again, and the light flames around her.] I've got porcelain dust all over.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

I ate the world and spat it out. [Shivering again]

[ghostlighter]

[Just... doesn't say anything for a moment, lowering his chin to his chest.] ... right.