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[ She's felt so restless for a number of different reasons, and she keeps picking up her device, not sure who she's wanting to reach out to, who she wants to be reaching out to, so finally, she just addresses the network at large. ]

So, getting drunk for multiple days after you die. Par for the course, or just me?

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But. See. I'm a first timer. So. More booze.

[ It's actually not the first time she's come back from the dead, but it is the first time she's died in Wonderland, had a very weird experience and made out with someone she maybe shouldn't have, and confessed she's a zombie to her friend all within 24 hours of resurrecting.

Moore booze, indeed. ]

Also, knowing we feed some core is intense. More than I wanna think about.

That makes sense. I'm underage, and it took me awhile to realize I'm not going to get into trouble for drinking, so I didn't the first time.

I don't know what to think about that part. It doesn't change the way things work on our end, even if it changes how we think about it.

You're underage? How underage?

[ Not because she's a narc or anything, not that there are cops here or anyone who cares, like he said, but because he's died twice and God, what if he's just a kid? ]

I'm 17, but if you add Wonderland years, I'd be 23.

God, this place just...

[ He's not a kid kid. But he's not that much older than her baby brother. And she has no idea what she'd do if it were him. ]

I'm sorry you've died. Twice.

Three times.
But thank you. I'm sorry you died even once.

God, I'm sorry. I feel like that's a crappy thing to keep saying over and over again, but. I am.

I appreciate it.
I have bad news: it doesn't get easier after the first time.

thanks being upfront and letting me know.

it's a weird feeling, knowing you can die multiple times. I really don't know how to process it.

[ And it's not like she hasn't done it before, but at least at home, multiple events didn't come with the threat of death all the time. She died, she came back, end of story. Here, it's just going to keep coming at them, over and over again. ]

I still don't either, so it's not just you.

[Each time, right before it happened, he'd been absolutely terrified.]

And there's always the fear that this time it won't work right and you won't come back.

[ There terrible part about not being able to die unless something gets to your brain, is that you're alive for whatever is happening until...well. Something gets to your brain. Liv remembers way, way too much. ]

Like death working the way it's actually supposed to. I don't want to die here and never go home.

Same here. It's hard when people close to you die, too, for that reason.

[Waiting for people to come back around is difficult. Not being able to do anything and afraid that this will be the time when it doesn't work is a terrible feeling.]

Some people never die while they're here, and some people die over and over. It's not always a matter of them doing anything one way or the other, either. It makes me thinks of events--some people never have one from their worlds, and some people have a lot.

I can imagine a few nightmare scenarios coming here courtesy of me. I hope they don't, but it's not like we can help it, right?

[ Patterson died, but then, Liv was dead at the same time so she didn't have to do any waiting around. She's not looking forward to it when that time comes. ]

Same here. I've had a couple dangerous ones from me already.

I'm sorry. That really sucks.

No, I am. I'm making this sound way more grim than it probably is.

[He feels a little uncomfortable for making her apologize so many times. He hadn't meant to seem like he was looking for that kind of thing.]

Well, dying's pretty grim. It's not easy to just snap out of it, I get that.

[ The alcohol leaves her with a lot of 'sorrys' because it's all she can come up with. ]

Thank you, though. You distracted me a little, I needed that.