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[goodgrasshopper]

Can't sleep.  Clowns will kill me.

...Okay, I know there aren't really clowns around waiting to kill me, and that it's all in my head.  Doesn't mean it's any easier to try to stop jumping at shadows.

Stupid clowns.

[locked to Harry, Murphy, Cissie, Ned, Rusty, and Tony]
Everyone okay, or are you freaking out, too?

[locked to Amanda]
Are you affected?

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And he shouts, stumbling backwards, raising his hands to his head to shield his eyes and ears from the flash and noise. His shouts turn into manic sort of laughter, half shock and half glee at the fact that she actually carried through with the threat.

It takes a while for the lack of actual heat and pain to register, but by that time he's collapsed against the far wall, lights still blooming in his vision and his ears ringing loudly.

"Now that," he says, louder than necessary, to compensate for the deafness in his ears. "That is some trick."

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"Happy to oblige," Molly mutters. She's already halfway down the stairs, and pulling on a veil so that he can't find her again. Her head feels like it's splitting from the bang and the flash of light, and that fact that he's laughing about it is just... completely insane.