network: 06/10

[ape]

Two things we should keep in mind:

1. Don’t touch the barrier by any means. I haven’t, but a baseball of mine has and it’s now a mound of toasted cow-hide.
2. It’s expanding. For the last ten days I’ve kept a close eye on three of the limit points for cross reference, and the barrier inches forward anywhere between two to three feet a day. It’s a remarkable increase, number wise.
3. There’s a third, I apologize. Residents might want to keep an eye out for new locations— our appless neighbors are going to say it’s been there for as long as they can remember, but I know we didn’t have an Internet cafe on Main Street.

Finally, I have a hypothesis that’s been giving me insomnia and those who consider themselves entertainment-fans might recognize it as a popular theme in science-fiction. The majority of you are young adults, so I’m more hopeful than not (if you truly understand it’s depth in study, now that’s another story). It’s a real quantum concept though, despite it being a problematic topic when people say “science” . . . Anyway, before I get too enlivened, some evidence here is bugging me. Is anyone familiar with the Multiverse theory?

If it’s hard to understand, I can always explain in person. Stop by the City Zoo after 4 p.m., Gibbon Exhibit. I’ll be there until late this week. Or, if you don’t mind, I can always go in depth here while we wait for our rewards or an update on our melodramatic blackmailing. I’m quite flexible.

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[ape]

You're telling me you have never heard of gibbons before in your entire life.

[ oh

my god ]

I'm so sorry. Can you take a video call?

[pursuit]

Is that weird?

[ He thought he'd caught up in his schooling, but maybe he's still missing stuff? ]

I can though. I'm off my shift for today.

[ape]

Oh, no, it's not weird. It's extremely unfortunate. Anyway, I'll give you a call in about five minutes.

[ and five minutes on point— ring ring! ]

[pursuit]

[ Having considered himself on standby, Deuce answers right away. ]

Hi again.

[ He pauses, fumbling with his phone, so he can wave hello. ]

[ape]

[ it’s a little wobbly and surely there’s more than one hand trying to set the device up, but it’s not apparent that one of the hands isn’t exactly ezekiel’s. just blurry cluttering and glasses, a grin once it manages to focus for a second on the man’s face and he fixes the slant his spectacles are in— ]

Ah, hello, let me just— adjust— [ and there, with long, furry black arms wrapped around his neck once he does adjust, is a doe-eyed friend staring about with what looks like disinterest. ] this, [ he says with an admirable amount of enthusiasm, supporting the gibbon from its hindside, ] is Tiki. He’s an Eastern Hoolock Gibbon.

[ and somewhat quieter, talking to the ape, ]

Someone wants to meet you, Tiki. [ tiki looks away, ] —I know he’s interested, he wants to take it from me when I’m not looking.

[pursuit]

Ohhh, so you meant the big monkeys.

[ Apologies, he's made great strides catching up academically but he's still woefully undereducated in matters outside his coursework.

At least he makes up for it with evident enthusiasm, as he peers at his screen. ]

He looks so cool...