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[charming_jerk]

[Looks like you're back to having young Mr. D'Amico back amongst your ranks. Aren't you glad? he looks very distraught, and it's clear when he's talking that he's having trouble forming his thoughts.]

What the fuck even happened? I-- How was it that I was here from the future but... I remember it! I fucking remember everything, I remember the things I said! How does that even work? How is that possible? I-- [He quickly rubs face with a hand, trying to regain composure.] I didn't wanna know how fucked I was gonna be ahead of time. Goddamn you Initiative fuckheads.

[The video snaps off quickly after this. Housemates will find him storming out of the house quickly. Guess where he's heading! Yep, to a bar. But he won't be having a good time or stirring up trouble like usual. He'll be sitting alone on a stool, several empty glasses on the bar in front of him, looking unusually gloomy. Care to approach?]

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[kingdom_of_song]

[Swann sighs, pushes the crate beneath his bed again, and rubs the bridge of his nose.]

Och, I'd have done it if... well, I did do it, though I remember not having a bloody clue what it was. I was such an eejit, me. It doesnae surprise me, but does rob me of my usual solution to annoyance.

What's it like, knowin' the future? Or the past in the future right now or... ngh.

[charming_jerk]

I wish I didn't know it. I didn't wanna know it. A lotta people might wanna know their future, but I ain't one of them. I didn't want confirmation that it was gonna be terrible.