[ Julie actually has yet to go outside of her club since she's been back. There was no one she felt an immediate need to visit, and certainly no one she wanted to explain herself to. She's neglected the Horizon and her connection long enough that she is still trying to readjust. So she hasn't had an opportunity to find his gifts, engulfed in wildflowers as they now surely are.
In her concrete mental prison, there is something that forever chases Julie now. A sense of blankness, of pure detachment, of derealization. And most people would probably call those things horrible, but those people don't have to remind themselves each day that their lives are real. That they always have been, even if she's the only one who can remember. This place, this empty feeling, they prove it was real, because she has felt this way before. Back then.
But she's not as completely disconnected as she has been at other moments. This is to calm the buzz in her head, which has yet to abate. She really hopes it abates. ]
Nanaue? [ Julie has known since he walked in, somewhere in the back of her brain, that he's here. She was still working herself into getting up, but she is nothing if not a consummate entertainer. The mask slips on as she rolls over, sits up propped on one arm; her makeup and hair remain pristine. ] Hey —
[ She stops, eyes clearly fixing on the... is it a seal? Why is it walking upright? Not that she's ever seen a real seal, but she's almost positive they are not capable of walking upright. ]
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In her concrete mental prison, there is something that forever chases Julie now. A sense of blankness, of pure detachment, of derealization. And most people would probably call those things horrible, but those people don't have to remind themselves each day that their lives are real. That they always have been, even if she's the only one who can remember. This place, this empty feeling, they prove it was real, because she has felt this way before. Back then.
But she's not as completely disconnected as she has been at other moments. This is to calm the buzz in her head, which has yet to abate. She really hopes it abates. ]
Nanaue? [ Julie has known since he walked in, somewhere in the back of her brain, that he's here. She was still working herself into getting up, but she is nothing if not a consummate entertainer. The mask slips on as she rolls over, sits up propped on one arm; her makeup and hair remain pristine. ] Hey —
[ She stops, eyes clearly fixing on the... is it a seal? Why is it walking upright? Not that she's ever seen a real seal, but she's almost positive they are not capable of walking upright. ]
Uhh, you got a friend there?