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Okay, short and sweet. I've got some questions. ... And one comment, which is fuck that last trip. You think you're home free from whatever crap you've got back home, and then... bam. It's in your face. What's that about?

[ huff ]

Name's Ellie. I spent a lot of time reading back home and now that we're not in the trenches anymore, I need some reading material. Suggestions? The library's huge here and I don't even know where to start!

Uh... [ What else... She scrunches up her nose, thinking. ] Anyone up to teaching a kid to swim? Because that's something long overdue that I haven't gotten around to. And -

[ She looks a little more meekly at the camera, then glances away, chewing on the inside of her cheek. ]

There any way to get in touch with someone back home? Like... I dunno, a magic mirror so we can see they're okay? It's important. Thanks.

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That's the first good news I've got. [ She admits a tiny smile. ] Because that place? Was the worst.

[ Or, close to it; she still thinks of her own world as being the bottom of the barrel of terribleness. ]

So, no long distance calls? What if I switch service providers?

[ KIDDING but what if though ]

[Her brows furrowed.]

What's a...service provider?

Like, um... back when they had cell phones, it was the companies who were in charge of the phone... stuff. The signals.

[ squint ]

Don't ask me how it works. I see some of the towers sometimes, though. Saw, I mean. Before I got here.

[She looked...no less confused. It took effort not to ask what a cell phone was, and that was only because--at the last moment--she remembered talks of them back at camp. Annabeth carried one with her, apparently, even though she had to leave it turned off at all times. For...sentimental reasons, maybe?]

So...kind of like how these things work?

[She indicated towards the comm device.]

Yeah, yeah, but these are, um. "Magic," or that's what they tell me.

[ pah ]

They said something like that to me, too.

[The irony being magic made more sense to her than all this business about towers and signals and wires and whatever else cell phones were made of.]

I just wasn't sure if by 'magic', they meant 'I don't know', or if they really meant magic-magic.

[She had also learned this was a common go-to response for people similarly technologically illiterate. When in doubt? MAGIC!]

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