The message comes by carrier pigeon actually, which is a pretty weird way to deliver a message but of course, it's thematic. A very pretty looking brown pigeon swoops down out of the sky to wherever Natalie just so happens to be that afternoon and holds out its leg. The message is short and simple:
Got a job for you. Meet me in front of the doctor's office at dusk. No show, no job. Keep it a secret, rewarded very well.
- Hal
P.S. Burn this.
And that's it. Of course, if Natalie chooses to listen to the message, she will find the Sheriff in front of the clinic at dusk. She'll be greeted with a tip of his hat and one word:
"Doctor."
And then he holds out a small notebook. Looks like Natalie's been chosen for one of those roles that were mentioned. Good luck.
Two more questions, but they should be quicker. First... The copy of myself I saw. Does everyone here have one? Was it a clone, or the other way around, or what?
[ He considers this one for a bit, probably longer than reassuring considering the topic at hand. ]
Anyone who ends up down there and sees one, has one. It's not a clone and you're not either. It's just a version of you that was meant to die down there by your hands.
...If we all come from different universes, it's possible a version of the same person from different worlds could be brought into different rounds of the game, right? Is that who she was?
We're in a pocket of space and time, Natalie. Anything that happens here or will happen here, I know of. I'm a robot, a machine created for the sole purpose of not becoming part of the pocket -- so then I can observe it.
If I gave you a list of people I wanted brought back if I get killed and they died after me, would you bring back the first person on that list who bit it?
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sheriffexe) wrote2017-01-13 11:13 am
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Best I can say, kid took longer to find a way out than you did.
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Two more questions, but they should be quicker. First... The copy of myself I saw. Does everyone here have one? Was it a clone, or the other way around, or what?
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Anyone who ends up down there and sees one, has one. It's not a clone and you're not either. It's just a version of you that was meant to die down there by your hands.
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absolutely horrified!!]
Why was she - why was I down there? I didn't have to - I could have brought her back, she could have gone home, I...
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Do you already know how this round is going to end, Hal?
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How?
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So, I always know. Just how it is.
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[A pause.]
I don't make it until the end, do I?
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I can't tell you that either. You shouldn't stop playing like you will, though.
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[She rubs at her face.]
That actually brings me to the next thing I wanted to ask you.
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[vomits in my mouth]
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says squee
but the sheriff doesn't really give any reaction at all ]
You got it.
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...I think those are the only questions I had, if you're ready to give me the list.
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