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Persephone: [[scrambled against the wall]] (thought) I feel so... groggy. Like I've lost control of my cytoplasm. Whatever they shot me with is playing with my senses... but it's wearing off...

[[Pi and Planck are talking.]]
Persephone: (thought) I can't understand them. I think they're talking in another language. They also don't seem to think I'm a threat anymore, like they're casually planning how to dispose of me...

Persephone: (thought) The one with the black vest is stepping closer. I've never tried this, but Fred did explain how to do it. I wonder if it will work...

Persephone: (thought) Bingo!
<<ZOT!>>
[[Planck gives a start. Pi scowls.]]