I don't think I like precog

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Reality and I have regained passing familiarity with one another. I am no longer haunted by images of Nikola Tesla feeding the elephants sawdust beneath epilepsy-inducing red spotlights, and that is absolutely fine by me. After three solid days of utterly deranged hallucination perhaps now periods of sleep greater than two hours a night will be again within my grasp.

Je suis désolé, Marie-Ange. Ta for the assist, apologies that it resulted in physical assault. I believe I owe you dinner. Or possibly footing of the bill for one with your paramour, as to hear some of my flatmates tell it I am not to be trusted with members of the opposite sex. Whichever is to your preference.

Incidentally: your power doesn't so much have an "off" switch, does it?

. . . Bugger. Now I have to reset my "Number of Days Since Last Attack" counter. I was up to two sodding months, too. This is the last time I volunteer for manual labour on a marrow donation of uncertain metabolism.

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Re: No one likes precognition. We just suffer through it. It is not fun at all.

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Excellent. I am perfectly capable of holding civilized conversations with members of the opposite gender without molesting them. Forge's spurious accusations to the contrary. However, as I said, I will not be offended if you wish to abscond with my platinum card and treat yourself to a dinner date.

And you go through your life, 24/7, with that precognition switched on? And are still able to form coherent thought? After bearing witness to the psychedelic circus of the damned without even the courtesy of free lottery numbers for my trouble three days straight, you, mademoiselle, have my newfound respect.

Sawdust. While a young woman swallowed knives and juggled dice in her spare hand. The elephants seemed to quite enjoy it.

The sign is not necessary. Ta for the offer, though.