(When it comes to talking directly, things outside of quotes will still be in the form of a thought, and he'll only notice if they are too different from his own. However if you put them in single quotes ( 'Blargh.' ) he will know it is your voice, but it will have to be subconsciously translated; weirdness may result. Also, the voices will need to sound like something. They are defualted to: Armok- dark, menacing, and intelligent, but not deep; Phantom- a young american soldier, a bit harsh; RAM- "normal", and the opposite of condescending.
I kinda regret letting the fourth wall break, but he wasn't drugged enough to ignore what was going on anymore.
Oh, and on the matter of invention, you could even make computers and rockets if you wanted; but you would have to collect all the materials of the right quality, post the design, and post complete instructions. And without near-perfect measurements, a rocket would probably fail the first 100 or so times, and a modern-day computer requires more precision than you would get with magic [not to mention the complications there].)
> Alright, I'm gonna point myself out here...
You sit up and look around the room. The blood rushes out of your head for a moment, but you stay steady.
> My names Phantom.
That's an odd name. "Now where are you?"
> And your name is?
You don't remember your name, but you erect shields to make sure the intruder doesn't know that. "Tell me where you are first", you both say and think openly.
> Get less lazy!
"What?" You resolutely stay sitting.
> Figure out more abaut the compound enchantment.
This is hardly the time for that.
> Try to deduce the source of the voices...
You try and track down those last voices, but there is no trace of them remaining.
> that might be easier if there were some way to predict when they would come...
You prepare yourself to catch the person next time they try and enter your mind.
> that might be easier if there were some way to predict when they would come...
You continue waiting patiently, but you wonder just how fast they can place the suggestion.
> that might be easier if there were some way to pre▬ {Truncated!}
You are startled as the thought suddenly ends, and find that it is not your own. You are very unnerved, and near frantically look for holes in your defenses.
> Alright.
You snatch at the thought, snatching at the air as well, and attempt to trap the sender. You find no one there, no source at all, and begin worrying about your sanity.
> Armok, thats one of the insane voices you hear about magic,
There it is again! You desperately latch on to it in the hopes it will be connected to something; anything! But there are only the words.
> Stop that.
You snatch at the message regardless, and bind your shields even tighter. "Where are you!? What's going on?"
> This isn't dwarf fortress or Slaves To Armok.
...What? This thought took you off guard for a moment, but then you relate the name to the other message. I am slave to no one!
> Another voice you may hear is RAM, it is slightly insane. He suggested that Machine Thing.
"How long have you been doing this to me?" You put all your effort into barricading your mind, making sure there is no way for the suggestions to enter.
> I'm not insane! I'm trying to get this whole envador to progress!
Yet another one appears out of nowhere, completely bypassing all your shields and walls. It seems different than the last few, and there seems to be a conversation going...inside your head.
> Also, I guess we should be just talking to you directy now or what?
"No! Leave me alone." You back up against the wall while on your bed, tearing the blanket without care.
You are somewhat hungry.
You are beginning to get thirsty.
Your throat, esophagus, and mouth feel raw.
Your guts ache.
You feel generally ill.
> Figure this stuff out.
You try and think about what is going on regardless of the distractions. So far, your every effort at defense has failed, which would mean that the voices come within and you are insane; fractured apart from all that has happened to you. You do not wish to accept this, but the evidence is overwhelming. For the few days you can even remember, you've acted insane; no wonder you're locked up. Is it even safe for you to be trying to escape? Safe for yourself and others? You look over to what remains of your food, and decide that sane or not, you will keep trying.
> Well, you heat water to create steam, and then you funnel the steam through a cog to turn a wheel with a magnet on it. The magnet spins around inside a coiled wire which runs off to another coil which you use as a magnet, wrapping the coil around a conductor might help, or was it a non-conductor, meh, electronics really isn't my field...
While you scrape your bowl clean of the solid parts, not relishing the pain, the nothingness produces a more detailed design of what it wanted earlier. You still don't have the materials for it, and you still don't understand it. Why do you want to spin a black rock inside some wire? What is "magnetic"?
> Go scratch some records of your thoughts on the walls to keep track of them...
No. You prefer to trust your own memory, because as long as you use it, you don't lose▬...You realize, considering the drugs, that's probably a good idea. You search for your sickle, but fail to find it in your wrappings. Must have fallen out while you were being carried, or just found and taken away. You use a colorful expletive.
> Yeah, don't listen to him, that machine probably hasn't even been invented in your world. It will probably never will.
This next thought is totally opposite the other thought. You wonder just how many of them there are, but after a moment of thought conclude that there are probably three, two that you're sure of.
> Garth doesn't sound that bad to me, he would probably cut your throat for a handful of coins, but otherwise I expect you could probably ask him a few questions if you were civil about it...
You object to this thought, he bothers to take care of you and puts up with you. You don't think he'd kill for money. You could probably ask him a couple questions next time he comes in though.
(So do you guys want to answer his questions, try and pretend he is more insane than he thinks, or just be sneaky and make him think the intruders (you guys) have left? Or perhaps a combination of all those options.
I feel like there is a looming error in this post.)
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