[right][h2]Jay’s Catharsis [/h2]
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(Not sure which group Jay would be in, so tagged people who post in the IC)[/right]

Hand raised high, Jay said, “I heard this is the place to come when you got—”

Their avatar froze. The environment froze with it—a clean, simple dark gray room with yellow and white accents, decorated here and there with advertisements for things like meditation apps and MMO expansions—and the other avatars sitting in the circle stuttered and snapped, their forms jerking backward to positions they had already vacated, limbs repeating in staccato, the whole scene desynchronizing in that way that made you aware, suddenly, that none of this existed anywhere but on servers. Or a dream.

[i]Damn internet.[/i]

“—g̸͚̀o̴͓̎ṯ̶͝ ̵͎̅g̷̩͠ö̶͜t̸̥͛ ̷͙̈́g̶̯͑o̸̐͜t̷̖̑ ̷̠̓t̸̔ͅo̵̩͝ ̶̭͗g̵͚͒e̴̦͒-̴̰̋ḡ̴̟ë̵̯́ṫ̵͍ s̷̗̊o̵͎͂m̵̟̊e̸̜̿t̶͉̍h̷̬͆ĩ̷̜ṉ̶͒ġ̷̝ ̵̟͆o̷͉͛f̵̞̈́f̷̱̀ ̴̠́ỵ̸͛o̸͎͆ư̷͍r̵͕͝ ̷̰̄c̷͖͐h̷̦̑e̴̢͂s̷̫͝t̴̪̚?”

A few more seconds passed, seconds that felt like ten minutes, before things started running at something tolerably normal.

“Is it okay if it’s not like…” Jay paused. “Life or death?”