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*It's very early in the morning, when all good human children should be sleeping soundly. Except that if, for whatever reason, you're walking through the halls in the dead of night, you might hear very troubled sounds from within Kanaya's room. It sounds like she's having a nightmare - an extremely vivid nightmare.

But even if you aren't in the hallways late at night, you might definitely hear it when the nightmare murmurings build to a frightened, panicked yelp - followed immediately by a crashing sound.

Kanaya is now lying on the floor of her bedroom, startled awake by falling out of her bed. ...what's also startling is that her hands are gray now when she looks at them. And she has horns again on the top of her head. Kanaya is once again a troll, meaning she now actually looks like she does in her icons. Oh, and now she'll have terrible nightmares every night without sopor.

If you come into the room you might find her looking at herself in the mirror or sitting in bed hugging her knees to her chest because she really doesn't want to fall asleep again.*

[Voice, Later]

I must admit I found the whole thing dubious, but it looks like this town is just as capable of restoring to us that which it took away, as much as it was capable of taking it in the first place. It's kind of a relief to have my troll body back, though I imagine I'll earn more stares from passersby as I go about everyday business.

In an altogether unrelated question, does anybody have an idea where one might come to acquire sopor slime? Say, enough to fill a small recuperacoon?

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I was just pointing it out to ensure you didn't feel the need to recap in any greater detail than was necessary. And hopefully you'll be proven correct about being proven incorrect.

Not really, no. Whatever alternative measures exist died upon the destruction of Alternia, and then the slaughter of our dream selves by Jack Noir.

No more detail was to be given, so rest easy. As long as I manage to get an upper hand when weirdness strikes again I have no need to be right about being wrong about you being right.

That's regrettable. I will look into this matter none the less, but I can see how this might prove to be as useless as trying to escape Mayfield.

One can only hope I'm not wrong, then. It would interfere with everything.

*She sighs.* But really, Rose, I wouldn't spend pancycles on the matter. It may simply be something I will have to confront on my own.

And that would prove to be disastrous, somehow.

No, that won't do; whether or not it's futile I will think of ways to solve or palliate this issue.

Truly and irrevocably unfortunate indeed.

You yourself just admitted it might be futile. Wouldn't it be better to devote your time and energy to another problem that might bear a solution?

Let us comment no more on the matter then. Might as well jinx it with impossible failure.

Such as? Escaping? As it currently stands, the situation doesn't lend itself for a variety of actions. I could always attempt to form bonds with more residents, as futile as that might be as well.

I said one that might bear a solution, Rose. Escape would not fall into that category. And furthermore, having discussed it with some others... I'm not sure we wish to leave.

But I see no reason not to engage in your bonding plan.

I can't claim to understand your reasons for staying here, but I suppose whatever went wrong in your session possibly makes Mayfield pale in comparison? At least for now.

Surely a proper chance will present itself in no time if we allow ourselves into the mood. Or so the usual cliche for this kind of activities dictates.

In short, perhaps a bleak future is superior to no future.

The usual cliche? I'm not sure what you're referring to.

At least it will always have a priority for me to have somewhere to end up rather than facing the everlasting void of nothingness, yes.

We are currently living it.

[Read:everything they talk about turns into an unnecessarily long yet pleasurable talk.]

Somewhere would be nice. Even if it's here.

...well, at least we're consistent.

If everything plays out alright I am more than certain we will find another somewhere. Even if we can't win the game, I haven't given up yet. I suppose here will have to do for the time being though.

And isn't that refreshing? Some linearity among the chaos has never been detrimental that I am aware of.

Yes, that's what I said. Perhaps it is even my responsibility as our Space player to locate one. But in the interim, we are... together here. All of us. I cannot regret that.

Is that all I have become to you, Rose Lalonde? A simple anchor post amidst havoc?

The twelve trolls and the four kids. And the bird. We are lacking only the dog, it seems. As an alternative and temporal placement I have to agree it excels at keeping us all together. And alive. That much can be appreciated.

No, not only that. Didn't we decide we were friends? You just excel at that particular point, which is something I am very grateful for. I truly am.

>Kanaya: Regain Sense Of Identity

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