☎ voicemail [v 2.0]

[as_damaged]

❝You've reached Allison Cameron, please leave a message.❞

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[ooc: retired thread, for reference, here.]

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[as_damaged]

[She shakes her head.]

It was an accident. Honestly, I'm not sure of the details.

[She helps herself to the pasta. The truth is she doesn't have enough friends (even just casual ones) here to let them go easily, and as upset as she is... she's worried, too. Trying to get out of the City is more or less the national pastime here, but Olivia's methods are extreme.]

Is... that what you were doing? With the tank?

[entangles]

That was my intention, yes. As strange as it must have seemed.

[ She's not eating the pasta yet, just shifting the noodles on her plate absentmindedly as Olivia finds herself pulled into her thoughts once again. Should she tell Cameron about Cortexiphan? Can she trust her? Is there any reason to tell her?

Olivia takes a bite. ]

Who was it? Your friend?

[as_damaged]

Doctor Chase.

[Her answer is equally absent, because she's wondering about that. Crossing universes on the back of psychedelic drugs. And what that has to do with Olivia's reluctance to share the details of... well, anything.]

Other than the divide between the Glass City and the desert, it's the only time I've seen that kind of distortion. Between that and the video you left...

[She pokes at her own food.]

[entangles]

The Australian.

[ You need to think 4th dimensionally, Cameron. Open your mind, Walter Bishop, would say. ]

But how did he cross over?

[as_damaged]

[She shakes her head slightly.]

It wasn't intentional. I'm not sure of the details.

[Something magical, which means she didn't really want to know; and of course the concern had been for getting him out, not assigning blame.]