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Abigail glowered at Zeke hiding beneath his desk. "I am an adult, by human standards. You do not need to hide under your desk. This is pathetic."

Abigail returned to the group. "I am alive. Or maybe I'm dead and I'm just to stubborn to notice yet. How are things going?"

Abigail stared at the slope, examining it. Under normal circumstances, she would, as a second time skier, never touch a slope of such difficulty. On the other hand, Rally had made it sound like the slope itself was based on her soul, so maybe it was safe, and worst case scenario she died, which...

Those sentences... Were the single greatest clusterfuck of pronouns she'd ever heard. In her world, it would've been an insult to refer to a deity as either mortal gender, or like an object. Yet Rally had done all three. In only two sentences. All things considered, it was hardly the weirdest...

Abigail nodded. "Fair enough. Telekinesis wasn't too hard to wrap my head around, but conjuring water from nowhere is. If our species were reversed, I'm sure you'd have gotten a hold of telekinesis and I'd be pretty much stuck." She was still eyeballing the ski lift. Being unable to do...

"He was forced to pick a target when the electronics appointment him a 'prophet.' Does that count? I mean, sure, he's the most innocent one here, but it might not be good enough for this bullshit soul nonsense." She stopped to think for a moment. "On that note... if we don't have souls, we...

"Yeah, some of us are humans anyways. Probably wise not to bet on us having souls in the first place. We normally don't, although the committee has promised they managed to give us souls, somehow." She shrugged. "Go figure." She looked back at the daunting step up to the ski lift. "Mind giving...

Abigail picked a set of ski equipment that looked vaguely ralts sized, gave the metal components a quick tap to make sure they were made of fey-friendly metals, then quickly thanked Rally and departed for the rest of the group. "Welcome to the past seven days and four nights. This place is, as...

Abigail looked at Rally. "So... Are we going to fit me with skis or should I be leaving?"

It took Abigail a moment to parse those sentences. "If I am translating correctly, you're wanting me to ski down from the summit? Sure. Why not. I've been skiing once before, what's the worst that could happen..." "Funny." Abigail was unamused. "I also was curious about that, but I think it...

Abigail shrugged. "Everyone I've scanned has returned clean results. I suspect there's a trick that allows someone to evade investigation. The results of my scans with the Lens of Nia aren't worth much anymore."

Abigail shrugged. "I am, for reasons I cannot explain and only partially understand myself, supposed to summit this mountain. I have been told to get equipment before doing that. What do I need?"

Abigail blinked. I had been under the impression that that place was where I was going... "I'm going to the top of the mountain? I guess I should get some, then." She departed for the rentals.

Abigail nodded. "Mhm. The Nihilego venom's really kicking in now..."

This was giving Abigail a headache. She pressed her not-hands to her forehead. "What? You were definitely talking about pulling us out of the multiverse rope, which was the same thing the intern on the radio, Elbert, had talked about. You're telling me that two people both had the idea to pull...

"Let. Him. Go!" Abigail stomped her foot, her not-hands balling into not-fists at her sides. "I turned the fucking lift on. I turned it on because there's someone trapped over there, and no I don't care you think this is going to make things diverge from your plan, because that already happened...

Abigail grumbled. She was supposed to be the one confusing Zeke, not the other way around... She just wanted the ski lift turned on... Though if he was no longer the teenager too spiteful to allow it on, maybe she could just... reach out with her telekinesis and... pull the lever herself. This...

Abigail had a passing familiarity with string theory and Elbert's explanation did not match what she knew at all. What she could gather, though, was that they had been cut out of the multiverse. They were all fucking dead, and she'd say as much if Gen wouldn't have a panic attack if she admitted it.

Abigail hugged Gen back. A moment later, she began to run her hand-ish thing through Gen's head fur, which was about as close as she could get to her dad stroking her hair when she needed comfort. "Of all the people here, Gen, you are sure to be safe. Take a deep breath. You'll be fine." I'm the...

"Wow! Brilliant! Thank you for reminding of the possibility that I don't actually exist. Thanks. Why didn't I think of that myself?" She melodramatically sighed. "Oh right. I think... therefore I am. Despite the fact that all known laws of science and logic are collapsing around me, my own...