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Not necessarily. I lost the ability to make words for a few days. Not sound—I could still make noises or laugh or whatever—but I couldn't speak, type, or write. The closest I got were a few sign language... signs that Clint taught me.

[Whatever you call them. He'd demonstrate, but there's obviously no point.]

I'm not sure what Nat lost. Nothing that's come up in our conversations, at least.

Huh. That's... weirdly specific. Is that what's wrong with the guy who can't type without mashing up words?

[ He sucks btw, the screen-reader cannot make sense of him. ]

She probably won't tell you. Or anyone, for that matter. Don't take it personally, that's just how she is.

[ Matt probably wouldn't tell either........ ]

[Well that's mildly concerning. The thing about Natasha, anyway. Deciding to let it sit, he swaps back over to private.]

That's Brian. There's some freaky... being that messed with his head. I don't know about it directly, and the way I'd explain what I've heard wouldn't make sense out of context, but it's nothing good, you know? Ask Natasha about him. He's dangerous, and she gave me enough links to back it up.

[ It's a superhero thing, don't take it personally buddy. ]

Yeah, I figured he had some kind of problem. My screen reader just can't make sense of it. Is he mute or something?

He doesn't speak. I don't know if he can't or if he just doesn't want to, but even in person he doesn't. Which is somehow the least weird thing about him, considering he goes around wearing a mask and filming everything.

Oh, good. So I'll definitely avoid him then.

[ And these are descriptions that will help Matt recognize him if he ever does run into him, so thanks. ]

Smart idea. If anyone ever mentions these crossed out circles drawn in places, he's the one who drew them, by the way. There's a bunch scattered here and there.

That one's gonna be harder to look out for, but I'll keep it in mind.

That's why I said if anyone mentions it. I didn't forget you're blind that fast.

[You know, after he caught himself earlier.]

Have you got any idea where you are now, or where you're gonna be going?

I figured, just wanted to be sure.

[ Plus most people don't describe their surroundings when they walk with Matt, they're just rude like that. ]

Not a clue, actually. I'm in an A-frame house with a loft bed, a kitchen and a living room, but otherwise that's it. I can't exactly spot any landmarks from here.

Hm, nothing I recognize. Nat's got a guide to the buildings, but it would take a while to search through, especially if you've gotta text-to-speech that entire thing. I enjoy Microsoft Sam whispering sweet nothings in my ear as much as the next guy, but I wouldn't be surprised if you TL;DL that thing. Second L is for listen. And wandering around with no idea is pretty dangerous with the curfew... Shit.

Sometimes the walls have maps drawn on them or stuff people have said about where they're going. Think you could pan your camera over them? I'll tell you to stop if I spot anything.

[ tl:dl. nice. Matt chuckles. ]

Yeah, I tried to give it a listen but it's... a dry read, let's put it that way. I can give the camera thing a try.

[ He's in 239, but you might not be able to tell from the look of the inside? ]

So here's the house. And outside, we have... this.

[ He steps outside, taking several steps away from the house and panning the camera around. Hope that's working because it's super awkward just pointing a talking brick at things he can't really see. ]

[Davesprite watches quiet and attentive, sunglasses still on because they don't leave his face for anything but sleep and showers.]

Mm, yeah, I'm not seeing anything. Dang. Nowhere I've seen in passing either, but I'm still pretty new so that might not mean much.

I wish I could help more.

[ Matt shrugs. He's not expecting a kid to save him, gosh. He's the one who does the saving, that's how it works. ]

It's alright. I'm sure I'll find someone who knows where this is. Some people have been here for months, right?

[Look, the thing about Davesprite is that he wants to help people. He is what he is because of it! Matt might be a superhero, but he's still new, and having tips on what to do makes everything easier.]

Yeah. People have been keeping a tally of the days I guess since the first ones showed up? Someone who keeps better track could tell you which one this is. I know that Alphonse guy who linked the guide has been around a while.

[Judging by the dates he's seen written on the walls of some buildings with his username and travel party.]

[ Help him senpai, even if he doesn't want help. Matt's a stubborn idiot. ]

Yeah, I think they're something like 160 days in. Sounds crazy to think we could be stuck here that long.

[ Sounds very not good, if you ask him. ]

[Thinking about that in particular is tiring all on its own.]

You haven't even seen the cavalcade of fuckery it can dump in your lap in just ten. I think it's ten? I should have asked Clint how long...

[... he was dead, he doesn't finish.]

Like I said, static, mind tricks, all that nonsense just throws an on again, off again party without asking.

[ Yeah, he figures. Clint may have mentioned that bit, too. Even a week here is going to take its toll... ]

Sounds like we better figure out what's going on here, then. The sooner we do that, the sooner we can get out, right?

[And there's the other side of the coin: getting out. He doesn't know for certain what would happen to him then, whether his timeline would be doomed for coming here at all, or if somehow he would continue along to the future Jade described to him.]

[It's an uncomfortable line of thought, and there's a stiff note backing his voice as he says, simply,]

Yeah.

[He presses on more smoothly.]

I do want to know what the hell is up with this place. I'd protest just on grounds of the snow, but you add all the rest and I gotta do a sassy finger-waving oh no she didn't. But oh yes she did, and now we're dealing with it. And good luck trying to drag sense out of the AIs. I've only seen one of them talking so far, but everything turned into glitches and terrible customer service. No welcome banner for the newbies, no interactive help guide, nada. Didn't even appreciate my rap.

[ Don't think Matt didn't pick up on that, Davesprite, cause he did. He won't pry... yet. ]

It sounds like someone's lab experiment got away from them, made friends with the Cold War and had babies with the ninth circle of hell.

[ I mean, sorta. ]

I guess I'll figure it all out soon enough.

[Thanks, Matt. Davesprite snorts a laugh at his description.]

If anyone's gonna figure it out it has to be the superhero lawyer. Hey, you got any superpowers? Had them, I mean. Stuff's mostly gone here.

[Which reminds him to go hassle Batman about a thing.]

[ He tries. ]

Yeah, people tend to lose 'em, huh? 'Cause I still have mine, but they're not like, heat vision or anything.

[ Batman and his 'no powers,' what a loser. ]

Anything that's nonessential for survival, or not basically pointless, seems like. I've got some of mine but not all, and some's limited. What are yours?

I can sense things around me, I call it my radar sense. Though now it only works if I turn my head. Which is more annoying than I thought it'd be.

Pretty handy still, though, right? I know blind people are supposed to get more in tune with their other senses, but I'm pretty sure something like a radar sense isn't what that means. Let alone on a superpower level. Probably let you keep it for survival. That's why I can float but not fly, I'm guessing.

[He'd be more secretive about that, but well, Clint and Natasha didn't give him much surprise from seeing him. And Matt did mention aliens earlier.]

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