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[sageprincess]

Do we have any concrete information about the phantoms that roam floor eleven at night? Aside from the fact that they sound like our loved ones, of course.

[She has her doubts the answer is yes, but might as well try.]

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[unkindnessof]

you misunderstand. they'll speak at once, and any present would have heard different speakers. given the nature of our existence here, i'd attribute it to the glamours, but

[ but the monsters are real. ]

what the admins would have to gain from that, i don't know.

it's a cruel fate. if they are... they should have been left to rest.

[ and yet he takes some amount of solace, no matter how small, in his nightly ritual of stopping by the floor anyway, so what does that say about him? ]

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[sageprincess]

Ah, I see. I have not lingered long enough or with a party to fully grasp what it is they are capable of, so thank you for explaining.

As for the administrators... the majority of them are cruel themselves, and their leader enjoys seeing us despair. I do not think it would be a stretch to imagine their purpose is simply entertainment.

[She knows it's not, though, if they are truly connected to those shadows with gleaming teeth. But she can't say as much - not on the network.]

But I agree.

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[unkindnessof]

[ a long pause; some distinctive delay. ]

frivolous usage of energy, if they programmed such into the glamours for entertainment. it's hard to think they give such personal attention to any other creatures here, but i suppose what you say is plausible enough. considering they are practically harmless, otherwise...

[ it's only agreement for the sake of agreement, as per unspoken rules on how far any of them can go on the network. ]

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[sageprincess]

Unfortunately, vague speculation is all we can do with the information we currently have at our disposal, apparently.

[Even if she's holding back and redirecting, it's still frustrating.]