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[The voices are getting to him. He's trying to pretend like they aren't, but it's harder to pretend like everything's okay when he can't ignore the voices of people he's left behind, telling him it's not. Bobby'd shifted into his ice form, wanting the distance being made of ice helped him with.

But he can still hear the voices. And he knows what stops them - or at least, one method of stopping them - but after watching his brother's pumpkin "die," he doesn't want to do it again. He will, though, because he doesn't know how else to make them stop. So he's out in the hallways and around the keep, looking for particular pumpkins and then standing in front of them, staring.

He'd meant to just psych himself up, ready himself for what he knows is coming when he takes the pumpkins off their stakes, but with them right there in front of him, talking to him, he can't help but reply. ("You can't blame - what you want to me to forgive isn't what needs to be forgiven!" to Rogue, "You're an ass, you're the one who betrayed me - us" to John, "No, I'd never have - leaving wasn't my choice" to others.) There's also a whole lot of apologies mixed in there.

Eventually, he takes the pumpkin off the stake, doing his best to ignore its scream, and stays with it until it's done 'dying'. Then he's moving on to the next one.]

(Feel free to come across him at any point, either when he's talking to pumpkins, or when he's actually gotten to the killing part! He'll be doing this with John, Kitty, Pete, and Rogue's pumpkins, (Jean and Ororo will get talking, but no death, out of consideration for Scott) so if you want to run across him with a particular one, go ahead!)

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[He relaxes when she does. Most of the people here seem to be pretty accepting when they find out what he can do, but there's always the exception. Although people do tend to ask him questions about it, but he's going to put that down to the whole pumpkin situation going on.]

Normally things aren't this bad.

[Well, except for the zombies. But he's not going to mention that right then.

He follows her gaze to the pumpkin.]

Yeah. Well, not really, but I'm pretty sure it's her pumpkin.

[Tammy nods, pressing her lips together as she fights against the whispers, succeeding for now.]

I can see why you thought... I mean. I thought it was me, until I saw the hair.

[She lifts a hand and motions to her head, and there's a bit of pumpkin goop that's plastered some of the short strands to her head. Not high on her list of priorities right now.]

Mine was that long, back in high school. I chopped it off, donated it to that thing. Makes wigs for people with cancer or whatever. That thing.

Yeah. It's weird, right? I have no idea what it means, but it's happened a few times to people here. Not the pumpkins, the looking like other people.

[He looks over at her hair, then smiles.]

Did you? That's really cool. Did you want to cut it off, or did you do it just do donate?

[Yeah, he's just going to keep making small talk, totally ignoring the whispers. Not listening at all.]

[Small talk works for her. It's a nice distraction. She could use more of those.]

I didn't grow it out intending to donate it, but I was tired of messing with it. My dad was the one that suggested I donate it, which meant I cut it shorter than I was thinking, but it turned out pretty well.

[Her voice lulls and she rubs at her neck, an the whispers seem to swell--]

Anyone told you yet that if you find your pumpkin and ki--remove it, you'll stop hearing the voices?

[So could he, actually. Distraction ahoy!]

Your dad was smart. It definitely turned out well. I like it, it looks cool.

[He frowns at her next words, looking back at the Kitty pumpkin.]

No. Does it really work? I didn't want to mess with my own pumpkin, in case something weird happened.

[She smiles a bit at the compliment and offers him a look that hopefully conveys her gratitude for it to him. She can't quite bring herself to form the words, or to maintain the expression as she turns back to the Kitty pumpkin. It's eerie, how much it looks like her, but it doesn't seem to notice. It is looking at Bobby, and she is aware it's whispering, but she's trying not to hear it. She tries to mentally push the sound out of her ears and succeeds only in blurring the specific sounds into a more general buzz.]

I don't know if it works for certain; someone told me through the journal thing. I've been looking for mine, haven't found it yet. Didn't occur to me at the time but she could have been lying.

[Bobby's doing his best to ignore it, as well, though he's not entirely successful. He can still hear Kitty's whispers, just a little bit louder than the chorus of the other pumpkins in his mind.]

Maybe, but most of the people around here are generally helpful. Well, except for the odd few that you have to be careful of. Do you know who it was that told you?

[She thinks for a moment with her arms crossed, searching for the name.]

Mm....Mimmi. She said her name was Mimmi. Ring any bells for you?

[He thinks about it for a moment, then shakes his head.]

I've seen her posting on the journals, but I don't know her. She's not one of the ones that people've been warned about, though.

One of the ones you've been warned about?

[That sounds ominous.]

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