Gwen Stacy (
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fluxnet2021-06-24 10:47 am
06/24 - early afternoon: text
[ She is absolutely not getting on video for this. For a variety of reasons. She's tired. A bit terrified. All of this is vastly familiar and she hates it.
But she knows a thing or two about it, so she's going to warn the town. ]
A couple years ago, I found myself in the wrong dimension. There was this guy who was so desperate to see his dead wife and son again, that he had people build a machine that punched holes through the multiverse and I happened to fall through one.
While I was in the wrong universe, my cells and molecules were fighting to get back home. I wasn't the only displaced person in the wrong universe, we were all going through the same thing. We called it glitching.
It kind of feels like suddenly every molecule in your body is on fire and trying to go an infinite number of directions all at once, and it's a very visible response to being where you shouldn't be. It looks like turning on the television and for a moment, the picture goes wild. Like several shows are trying to air on the same channel. Kind of sounds the same way, too.
I just glitched...three times? Since I woke up this morning? And I'm not the only one. My boyfriend's experiencing the same thing.
Anyone else? Or are Hawk and I the only lucky ones, here?
If we aren't the only ones, please be very careful with what you do today. There's really no way to predict when these are going to happen, and it can get really, really bad.
Like...molecules dying just a bit at a time bad.
The one thing that fixed it was getting back to my own universe, but as none of us even know how we got here in the first place, I don't know what else to tell you.
Stay safe. Stay with a friend in case you get hurt and need help.
But she knows a thing or two about it, so she's going to warn the town. ]
A couple years ago, I found myself in the wrong dimension. There was this guy who was so desperate to see his dead wife and son again, that he had people build a machine that punched holes through the multiverse and I happened to fall through one.
While I was in the wrong universe, my cells and molecules were fighting to get back home. I wasn't the only displaced person in the wrong universe, we were all going through the same thing. We called it glitching.
It kind of feels like suddenly every molecule in your body is on fire and trying to go an infinite number of directions all at once, and it's a very visible response to being where you shouldn't be. It looks like turning on the television and for a moment, the picture goes wild. Like several shows are trying to air on the same channel. Kind of sounds the same way, too.
I just glitched...three times? Since I woke up this morning? And I'm not the only one. My boyfriend's experiencing the same thing.
Anyone else? Or are Hawk and I the only lucky ones, here?
If we aren't the only ones, please be very careful with what you do today. There's really no way to predict when these are going to happen, and it can get really, really bad.
Like...molecules dying just a bit at a time bad.
The one thing that fixed it was getting back to my own universe, but as none of us even know how we got here in the first place, I don't know what else to tell you.
Stay safe. Stay with a friend in case you get hurt and need help.

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Are you okay?
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I should be. I'm tired and have to clean up some paint.
[He pauses, considering the next text. He doesn't normally talk to people outside the Henrietta group about what happened in October, but it seems like Gwen's an expert in glitching.]
I'm concerned that the glitching might do something to what's keeping my heart going.
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It sounds like the glitching is based off science, not magic. That might mean that it'll just hurt, not stop my heart.
When it happened to you, it was because you were in the wrong place. Most of us have been here for months. If we weren't supposed to be here, wouldn't this have occurred sooner?
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Fuck. It sucks and I hate it and I need it to stop
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I would love to help but the only thing that stops it is going home.
None of us have figured out how to do that.
[ Just wait until she learns memories are being shared too. ]
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Fuck. Company's suggested though? I can come to you if you want. Better than spazzing out on my own couch.
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I’m not fond. At all.
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Cuz I'm gonna worry.
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Text; un: Mysterio
text: un: gwennnnn
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[Well, something similar but he isn't going to downplay himself.]
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What could be easy for you in your universe, might not be here. As much as I'd love to go home, I'd rather see what I can learn about this universe before I try to leave it.
Mostly because as often as this place changes, I'm sort of wondering if this universe is broken. And if it is, how do we fix it?
I think it'd be good to figure that much out, before we work on figuring out how to get home. Because whatever's with this place, I'd rather not make it worse for the people who actually live here.
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[ Hey, it's been happening to him since he arrived, he had no other choice but to assume it was normal. ]
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audio: un: choosehappiness
I'm going to keep a very close eye on my cat. Though either I can't hear him anymore or he's not speaking to me. Both of which is worrisome.
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Er...could?
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So is this prick here so I can punch a hole in him?
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No. Believe me, I looked. He's pretty hard to miss, and doesn't mind sticking his face out in the open for people to see. But he hasn't made an appearance, and he's not on the directory, either.
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[ His face was also tired but not bruised. There was a sheen of sweat and a little more scruff than usual on his face. Diego glitched, dropping the device and in turn, her view of him for the time that it took place. After a couple of seconds of groaning and muttered cursing, he picked up the device again and reconvened glaring into the screen. ]
So if he isn’t here, how did this shit happen?
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I’ve also noticed I’ve been getting other peoples memories.
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