[Video to Connor, but guess who forgot to make it private]

[easy_a]

I know I owe you a lot of explanations. Mostly about the whole "no touching" thing.

I've been a proper bitch about it, but I'm just scared about too many people knowing. A lot of shit goes down whenever someone does touch me, so it's not exactly a pleasant topic. ...Actually, we never really talked about The Storm outside our little shithead group back in Wertham. Skeletons in the closet and all; guess old habits die hard.

Wot I'm trying to say is... you deserve to know.

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[private text]

[weirdkid]

I know. It's at least not a storm-born power that brought us here and caused everyone to lose their memories and stuff before.

It's Green Lantern. He's not here, but loads of other real superheroes and comic book characters are. Nathan's best friends with one, and two of my college professors are, too. I don't think they're just faking it.

[private text]

[easy_a]

Er, and how do you know that? Maybe some internet creep wanted to put all the people with powers and shit into one box and watch them for his own enjoyment. Makes sense to me at least.

They can't really fake anything if they're actually convinced they're the real thing, can they?

[private text]

[weirdkid]

...Because. Alisha, this is what I wanted to talk to you about in person. I'm immune to storm-born powers. If it was really someone from our universe doing all of this, it'd have no effect on me.

There are different types of powers, though; you're right. Someone could be pulling people from different universes to see how we all interact. But if those people are fake, then what would that make us?

[private text]

[easy_a]

Since WHEN? I swear, if you were just doing your creepy little thing again and hiding more shit from us, I'm going to be pretty fucking upset. That would have been kind of important to know this entire time.

As for the whole "fictional" thing, I don't give a fuck. It makes us real. I don't care what anyone says. My life back home was real to me, and I'm not about to let some shithead tell me any different. End of story.

[private text]

[weirdkid]

Can we talk about this face to face? There are a few things I need to show you. My roommate is gone for now, or if you'd rather somewhere else, just name it.

[private text]

[easy_a]

Yeah, fine. Your place is fine. Just tell me how to get there and I'll be there whenever.

[private text]

[weirdkid]

It's the north building, number 404. I'll be here.

[private text]

[easy_a]

Okay. Guess I'll see you there, then.