You think, as you walk away from the sprawling plantation and into the creeping dawn, that you felt more awake within the confines of the circus.
You are no longer quite certain which side of the fence is the dream.
You are no longer quite certain which side of the fence is the dream.
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9:41 PM
WHO: Issac and Alex
WHEN: Nov 6th - afternoon
WHERE: Somewhere on teh Cirque grounds.
SUMMARY: What uncontrolled telepathy feels liek without a buffer.
WARNINGS: Low?
( Intense and instant pain of a thousand Moscow voices crashed into his head, leaving Issac moaning on the ground with hands gripping his hair. )
WHEN: Nov 6th - afternoon
WHERE: Somewhere on teh Cirque grounds.
SUMMARY: What uncontrolled telepathy feels liek without a buffer.
WARNINGS: Low?
( Intense and instant pain of a thousand Moscow voices crashed into his head, leaving Issac moaning on the ground with hands gripping his hair. )