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[tongueamok]

Hello, this is Carlisle. I mean, it's not Carlisle as in I'm actually answering you right now, so if you're trying to reply to me at the second, you should probably save your breath because I'm not really here. This is some kind of a recording of my voice, but this is my communicator. I'm going to assume these devices are as common here as they are in other places — not my world, but others, ones more technologically advanced than where I come from— so if you'd like to leave me a message, then you may do so here, or er... Right. Here is fine. So just leave yo— [beep]

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[tongueamok]

It isn't, unfortunately.

[Carlisle has a lot of gripes about the people trapped in Hadriel, but their poor fashion choices tend to be lower on the list of priorities when they're all being manipulated and used by hungry, would-be deities.]

How did that feel? What were you thinking of to keep your wits about you?

[lifetothefullest]

[He gives a small shrug at the question, and although his arms are still crossed he finally moves out of the corner a little, closer to the table again.]

I barely had to think about it at all; it was completely different than before.

[Probably because it's so ingrained--he doesn't even go swimming in public so as to avoid taking his shirt off--that it stood out as a completely alien idea. But he doesn't want to explain any of that, so he tries to figure out a way to answer with enough detail while avoiding the topic.]

With making the tea it didn't seem too unusual, so concentrating on not just doing it was really difficult. And the other time, it just... Warped into a sense of needing to act in self-defense.

[And so both of those had been very hard to recognize and then fight the instincts necessary to override them. But--]

This didn't seem normal and I guess wasn't something that could twist around in my head into being imperative to do, so it was easier.