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[nedmakespies.livejournal.com]

This...is weird. I mean, I guess being able to wake the dead with my finger means I pretty much redefine "weird," but even by my standards...weird. Apparently I am fictional. I don't feel fictional.

I was thinking of having a sort of...pie social (or maybe pie-with-ice cream social) so I can meet the rest of the people here. I wonder what kinds of pie I should make.

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[lovedthemost.livejournal.com]

It's a crock that we were fictional. I've skipped dimensions before, I think that's all their machine does. Rip holes in dimensions and sucks people through.

...Although you did just say pie which I will very cheerfully support.

[nedmakespies.livejournal.com]

There are...there are dimensions? And you've gone through them? Oh my. I may need to sit down for this conversation. Are the other dimensions parallel to ours? Or are they completely different? Like...is there a dimension out there where everything in the world is made of shrimp?

[lovedthemost.livejournal.com]

Well, I've just been to one, because it's not supposed to be that easy to get from one place to the next, any more. And it's sort of like.. there could be billions of possibilities, ranging from, something that could be as tiny as different choices made in your life to... I guess, shrimp people. Not that I've ever seen that. In humans, I mean.

[nedmakespies.livejournal.com]

I think I'd like to visit a dimension where I made a different choice. Of course, with my luck...well, it wouldn't do any better.

You never told me what kind of pie you'd like. One time offer I'm giving out a free pie to each new person I meet.

[lovedthemost.livejournal.com]

Sometimes it's better not knowing what could've happened, and just being happy with the choices you've made.

Oh um. Strawberry? Or apple. Ohhh my mate Mickey's Gran made the best apple pie. I'd be happy with anything, really.