ic contact.

[verification]

"Hi, this is Verity. I can't come to the phone right now, so please leave a message. Thanks!"

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Were you aware that there's a completely unrelated realm in the bowels of my dryer that makes short work of matching pairs of socks?

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As for what resides there and for what nefarious purpose they collect them is still left to debate. Perhaps someone means to summon me by means of sock!!!! :(

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Sock gnomes? Sock dwarves? Sock elves?

The cult of Loki, perhaps?

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I've descended head first into the dryer to no avail! If there is an otherworldly realm, I can't reach it from here.

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[ yes, he's texting from inside the dryer. ]

It's the elves. I bet it's the elves. They never really liked me.

After I stole their nice things.

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[ this is the sound of Loki hitting his head on the top of the dryer. ]

Verity, this is important! I need you to come over RIGHT AWAY. As in RIGHT NOW.

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VERITY

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Verity it's getting suspiciously past RIGHT NOW and into the realm of A LITTLE LATER.

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If you never see me again, know this: I died as I lived.

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Not in the dryer!!!!

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[ dryer Loki has evolved to floor Loki. ]

Well, I hope the legends don't reflect that great adventure. Let's keep this between us, OK?

An hour later.

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[ this is starting to get concerning. ]

It's been a suspiciously long time since I've received a msg.

Whatever I unintentionally did to make you angry- I didn't do it. :(

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Which means I have a bottle of wine with our name on it and pint of rocky road.

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As a note: I've found one of my stray socks under the couch. It wasn't lost to the ages as I had first suspected.

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This isn't like yo

[ Oh Hel. ]

Two hours later—AUDIO.

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Verity? I know you're not going to get this. The whole not-answering-me thing got suspicious. It's not like you, so I whipped up a quick tracking spell and ...

[ there's a puff of air and a "heh" of ironic amusement. ]

Well, you wouldn't know because you're not here for me to tell you. She's ported you out. I don't know if I'm relieved that this is the reason for your silence or ... not. [ what he means to say is lonelier. oddly lonelier just knowing. ] Not, I think.

[ a pause. ]

When you return you'll get this. [ yes, that's right, when she returns. there's an uncomfortable pit in his stomach. is she off, possibly experiencing more than she already has? while there's a want to know how certain things were resolved, he's also anxious at any pre-written futures. ] Don't freak. There's a loss of time, like a gap in consciousness.

[ when you return. ]

Then call me. I'll save the wine.