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HUGS! Hugs are the best gift!  Hugging the Misters can be a bit hazardous for one’s health though (and back), they’re very joyous and enthusiastic huggers.

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“And a big hello to you too!” @theo-card

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It seems you are very happy. I like it when people are happy. :)

“I’d say we’re pretty happy. It took a lot to get to this point, but we did it together and we’re going to make a better world for our friends and family, for our people and for a bright new future and a better tomorrow.” “A WORLD, THAT WE’RE MAKING OURSELVES. A BIT AT A TIME, CAREFULLY PLANNED, PERFECTLY LAID OUT, TIMELESS, CLASSIC, GORGEOUS, BRIGHT. SHINING LIGHTS AND JOYOUS WELCOMING COLORS. BEAUTIFUL. WELCOMING. WHERE EVERYONE WILL KNOW THE FEELING OF PRIDE AND JOY IN THEIR OWN ACCOMPLISHMENTS.” “Everything is going to be perfect.” “IT’S GOING TO BE SO GOOD. IT’S GOING TO BE SO... GOOD. AND EVERYONE’S GONNA BE HAPPY, AND FREE, AND EVERYTHING WILL BE... PERFECT. FOREVER.”

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Ooo! Enoch! What's in the picnic basket!

“Oh! Yes, right!” And he is bright and joyous once again, setting it down and fishing through the basket. HappyMister. 

“Oh well it’s nothing to write home about, just some rare roast beef sandwiches with a zesty vinaigrette, some nice lemon meringue cookies and a few jugs of fresh cool milk. And a certain *someone* can wait until we’ve had a chance to sit down with the Great Elsen and have our picnic proper.” A pause. “...Alright, one shouldn’t ruin anything-” And one of the meringue cookies is sort of snuck over to a certain steel skinned individual in the corner.

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Well. It's hard to describe what we exactly are? But I can assure you we are not angry phantoms. :} please, do tell us a bit more about yourselves?

“You see? They’re not angry phantoms, nothing to worry about~ Now stop fretting you silly exasperating little man before you send yourself into a tizzy. Again. Somehow.” Cue one affectionate grin... that, nevertheless, gets a bit more lackluster at that second question.

“UH, OURSELVES? ENOCH AND I? WE UH, THAT IS, WE MET THROUGH A MUTUAL ACQUAINTANCE. BOTH A GOOD FRIEND AND, WELL, SORT OF AN ADOPTED FAMILY OF SORTS. HIS NAME IS HUGO, AND HE’S AMAZING, JUST THE SWEETEST LITTLE BOY. HIS MOTHER IS THE QUEEN, AND THROUGH HER AND THROUGH HIM WE MET EACH OTHER AND THE BIRD MISTER, AND OUR FRIEND THE GREAT ELSEN AND... WELL? WE’VE DECIDED, OR, WE, HAD, DECIDED, TO MOVE FORWARD AND MAKE THINGS... BETTER. A BETTER WORLD. A BETTER PLACE.” He sounded so happy and yet there was still an uneasy sort of conflicted confusion about him, about both of them.

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Hello hello, It appears we can indeed see you. And how are you?

“ENOCH! ENOCH!! THEY ANSWERED, THEY ANSWERED!!”

Aaaaand it would be a lie to say that Enoch wasn’t expecting the flying tackle hug. A wry moment of being glad that he’s extra padded given his friends steel skin? Yeah. A bit of a wince but the smile is genuine, the hug is genuine. Dedan had always been... enthusiastic. “OH.” and easily distracted. “...BUT WHAT- WHO ARE THEY? ARE THEY UH- WH-WHAT IF THEY’RE THE OLD WORLD? GHOSTS COME BACK TO BE ANGRY AT US FOR ENDING THE WORLD?” And he does look for a moment genuinely panicky at the thought, panicky and guilty. Always the sweet boy.

“Oh you sweet dear. Ghosts don’t exist. It’s alright. It’s fine. Nobody is angry at you, or at us, alright?” He’s trying for a reassuring smile, but the floodgates are open and he sees Dedan getting worked up. “I’m sure it’s just... some other, dimension or realm of being come here to talk to us.” A pause. “WAIT. YOU... DON’T, BELIEVE IN GHOSTS BUT YOU DO BELIEVE IN OTHER DIMENSIONS AND PLANES OF EXISTENCE?” Blink. Blink blink. “Well um... yes? I don’t know it just- it would seem so lonely and sad if it was just you and I, what, Bird Mister, Hugo, the Queen, the great Elsen, wherever the King has gotten off to and three or four dozen Elsen, wouldn’t it?” He’s forgetting people, he knows he is but still there’s just not a lot of them. His point stands, doesn’t it? “Anyway, aren’t you going to answer them?” “OH SHIT RIGHT- I MEAN CRAP, I MEAN- FUCK, DAMMIT I- AAAH.” So much for good impressions, and the clicks of his claws on the keys are excruciatingly slow. “Why are you... why don’t you just- talk? They seemed to hear us just fine the last time.” “OH, RIGHT. UM.” A pause... and a bright smile.  “WE’RE GOOD! EVERYTHING’S... GOOD. (WHAT SHOULD I SAY?) UM. H-HEY YOU GUYS AREN’T GHOSTS OR FROM ANOTHER DIMENSION ARE YOU?” “...Honestly that is not the kind of question to ask here. Hello back. I am Enoch. He’s Dedan. Um. ...We’ll try and bring Japhet by, he’s...” a bit antisocial. “Busy, at the moment. It really is great to meet all of you. However many of you there are.” “WE HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS! BUT IF YOU GUYS HAVE QUESTIONS TOO WE COULD, TRY TO, ANSWER, THEM, I GUESS? IUNNO I THINK IT’D BE KINDA BORING HEARING ABOUT US BUT, UM. CONSIDER IT AN OFFER.” Fidgety boy.

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Picnic Time

It was time to visit. They’d made it a point every day to visit. It was something to look forward to. For all of them. The Great Elsen because he couldn’t leave the room? Hugo because... Hugo. And for Enoch and Dedan? Well? Because. They were their friends.

And... it wasn’t, his, fault, he got bored and distracted easily. The Big Mister could handle, well, everything, carrying-wise. He really didn’t need help. Leaving the Tall Mister to sort of spin his proverbial wheels, waiting for things to be set up. So, naturally, he starts dicking around, because of course he does. And what better then the old computer. Solitary he hadn’t quite gotten the hang of yet, but there seemed to be a lot of other things he could click on, so he did, randomly, aimlessly, more for the sound of it then anything else.  And then, something happened. Because of course it did. “HEY UH. ENOCH? COULD YOU, COME, HERE, FOR A MOMENT?” A call from the other room, soft, warm but, faintly exasperated. “You haven’t broken it, have you?” “N-NO. IT- I, THAT IS... UH ...IT SAYS, WE HAVE ...INTERNET.”

THAT got a glance over the shoulder. “Oh, surely that... ...can’t, be? That CAN’T be. Huh? Huh.” And, yeah, he was rendered a bit speechless at that. Because the little symbol was lit up in green, and the little screen was definitely on, showing them looking at, themselves. Uh.

“...DO YOU THINK THEY CAN SEE US?”