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*They start chanting an ancient language.*

°Oho no, he's seen enough horror movies and sat through RJ's teenage occult phase to know that magical ominous entities never use chants for anything good. He abandons one of his last reservations by attempting to bite one of the wisps, hopefully that does something-!°

°A soft nod. Yeah. He tenses a bit at first at the contact, but relaxes to a degree after a second. The pulse benieth his skin is elevated, and he knows it.°

*Knocks on the door, a bunch of stuff in hand* CJ?

°*there’s the sounds of several locks being undone before the door opens. He’s there, and looking more than a little exhausted* Doc? Yeah come in he is in the living room- *he moves to leave a clear path, walking over to the matress on the floor*°

CJ! RJ! How are you two doing? -Neb

"Hello there Neb! We're doing pretty well right now I think. Then again, I am trying to eat coffee in my cereal so we'll see how that goes."

°nods and smiles. He tells you that Saturn was visible last night, so he's still in a good mood.°

*Purple wisps appear and wrap around Jim. They tighten around him.* 🅓🅞🅔🅢 🅝🅞 🅞🅝🅔 🅣🅡🅨 🅣🅞 🅡🅤🅝? 🅒🅞🅜🅔 🅞🅝! 🅡🅤🅝, 🅡🅐🅑🅑🅘🅣, 🅡🅤🅝!

°There's a shock, a horror, then blind panic. CJ attempts to pull, to rip at the wisps and scramble away, terror finally really flooding his veins. He didn't know what the absolute **** was happening, but for the second time in not that long a span he didn't really want to find out. It wasn't exactly as important as getting away from here like the house was on fire, which honestly might not have been as bad.°

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"Well, welcome Mike!"

°I hope you enjoy your time here.°

*There are sounds of coffee being poured from the kitchen.*

"Hiya!"

°Oh- hello there!°

*RJ waves with a hand not occupied by a book.*

"Hi!"

*NJ gives a wave from the kitchen.*

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Trying to make a point to my father.

*as the kitten drags the box, they see him struggle. they hope he'll be alright* meow meow

°He glances over at them, his breathing had picked up, he needed to hurry. I'm ok, we should find him soon. He begins scanning the street signs, making sure not to look directly at them for too long, least they change on him.°

*Marvin shakes their little butt* mew *they pounce* mew

*NJ cracks a small, soft smile.*

*The cobra uses its tongue to grab the Jim kicking the side of their mouth.* Yσυ ɯσυʅԃɳ'ƚ Ⴆҽ αႦʅҽ ƚσ ɠҽƚ συƚ σϝ ƚԋҽ ʋσιԃ, αɳყɯαყʂ. A Ⴆιƚ ϝαɾƚԋҽɾ αɳԃ ɯҽ'ʅʅ Ⴆҽ ραʂƚ ƚԋҽ ρσιɳƚ ɯԋҽɾҽ ყσυ'ʅʅ ϝαʅʅ υɳƈσɳʂƈισυʂ ιϝ ყσυ ʂƚҽρ α ϝσσƚ ιɳ ιƚ. ⏳

*RJ turns his attentions to freeing CJ now, who looks intensely uncomfortable*

"But why us? Why do you- what do you even need brainwashed people for?! And get your tongue off of him!"

°There are some very specific gestures he'd like to show you when you spit them out, but for now he's occupied with wriggling away and protecting his camera°