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[fuckton]

[Deb is standing in front of her mirror, and there's writing on it, it's black and thick and from the way she's staring at it, it's pretty clear she didn't put it there.

The words: "The stars have all gone away" are there in thick black writing, and from the streaks on the mirror, it's clear Deb has tried to wipe them away.

More than once.]

This is so not fucking funny. I fucking mean it. I don't get this whole mirror shit, and I don't like it, and someone please explain what the fuck this shit means.

[A beat, and there's a quieter, more personal sort of anger there, the one that comes with Deb being scared.]

And how to make it fucking stop!

Comments

[strangehistorian]

Well, either you will find yourself stranded on the other Barge or your counterpart will temporarily take over for you.

[fuckton]

Counterpart? What the fuck kind of counterpart?

[strangehistorian]

Each of us has a direct mirror-self on the other ship that shares many characteristics with us. A bit like one of the people you may become during a flood.

[fuckton]

[And she just breaths softly through her lips and murmurs:]

Fuck!

[strangehistorian]

Yes.

Many of the counterparts are violent. Finding yourself stranded there is dangerous, even if you are not merged with your other self.

[fuckton]

Oh goody. Something else to look forward too.

[strangehistorian]

I am sorry.

[fuckton]

Not your fault unless you can get me the fuck out of here which I know you can't.

[strangehistorian]

No, I can't. Sometimes I wish he would just park the ship on a planet, though.

[fuckton]

Why the fuck doesn't he?

[strangehistorian]

I don't know.