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arrivals are such disorienting things )
[After spending an hour in a room so comfortable it actually set her on edge, Peggy Carter finally decided to test the network after covering the only mirror in the room with her jacket. She'd managed to read up a little on where she was, but there were still many answers she lacked. The little device could only look back so far and that left her in the dark about too much. She knew this was some alternate world - as insane as that sounded - and that it was called Wonderland. She had no idea that the American company had adapted Carroll's works, but alright, that was apparently a thing? She also didn't know who Michael Phelps was, but she assumed he was famous in one world or another. Recently, there had apparently been two "events," a bunch of cartoonish puppets were talking like real people, someone had died, someone else ate people, and Peggy kept her gun squarely in her lap. She didn't delve far, but she read enough. A young girl had shown a puppet show and Peggy was fairly certain she was either drugged or in an insane asylum.

Whatever the truth turned out to be, for now she needed allies, people who could help fill in the blanks. It was time to see who here was of the "helpful" variety. As it seemed others were also in her position, and many were panicking, she chose a different approach. Panicking seemed to be normal, but in asylums, no one spoke to the unstable ones. Her tone was sardonic as she addressed the network.

This will be the second time within a few weeks I've found myself homeless. It seems I'm making a rather disappointing habit of it despite my better intentions.

Now, do we simply choose any of the open rooms here, or is there somewhere I report for an assignment?

[She paused for a moment, looking at the irritating little pamphlet.]

And one more thing, by your reckoning, what year is it?


Jan. 22nd, 2015 01:12 pm
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This is probably going to be one of the few shout outs for help I make on this thing. Considering we have so many people from different worlds, I'm keeping my fingers and toes crossed that someone knows something. The probability is low but I have high hopes anyway.

Too much writing.

Who here has the best and easiest hangover cure? One that preferably doesn't involve a lot of doing anything? I have a lot to do today but.... Short lists will be fine.

On another note the Ball was spectacular. Thank you Ms. Ives for putting it on for us all.

[Seems like the alcohol was spectacular too.]
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[Michonne's been in Wonderland for at least ten minutes. She's dirty, probably smells as bad as she looks, but she can't even register that right now. She just watched someone she cares about, someone in her family take a bullet to the head, watched as her body was laid down to be wrapped in a sheet, and the next thing Michonne knows, she's here. The device that was suddenly in her pocket is in her hand, and she has no idea that she's switched it on to video, her gaze focused but very intense. Her katana is on her back, a comforting weight, and for a few moments as she records she only stares, right into the camera as if the answers will appear. A loud sound distracts her, something from the woods making itself know, and she doesn't know what the hell it is, has never seen a titan before, but she understands now why the large building ahead looks prepped for a medieval fight.

Running and ducking, she tucks herself in tight against a wall before slipping in through a door, eyes wide with tightly controlled panic. It's only when she looks back down at the device that she notices it's been recording the entire time. With no idea who might be on the other end, she speaks, voice low.]

I don't know what the hell this is or what those things are, but this is bullshit.

[All she knows for now is that she doesn't trust this place. Not even a little bit.]

(ooc: find her in the mansion, or reply to her eloquent message.)

006; video

Jan. 8th, 2015 10:56 pm
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[The feed is shaking. It won't focus properly on Armin's face, wan with terror, looking out to the distance. His breathing is sharp and quick.]

[No. This can't be happening. He's tried so hard to find a way out, to avoid this-- have all his efforts been for naught? They're here, and the Mansion is nothing more than a giant feed box...]

[calm down. calm down.
Calm down. Giving into despair now won't save anyone. He has to at least warn them of the dangers ahead. Armin draws a hand back through his hair and swallows thickly.]

Do not...

[He stands up straighter.]

Do not engage the incoming Titans!

They aren't normal monsters. They can't be killed by normal means. Facing them head-on will end in death-- Please listen very carefully to what I'm about to say. It will save your life.

[Armin takes a deep breath, and then speaks quickly, but clearly, with careful enunciation. It's like he's listing off bullets ordered up in his head.]

Titans-- the monsters that you now see approaching-- do not feel fear. You cannot intimidate them with shows of power. They are mindless, ruthless, and their only goal in existing is eating people. They feel no pain, so superficial wounds will not hinder them. They will do whatever is in their power to eat you, no matter how badly wounded. Never let your guard down.

The only way to stop a Titan is to kill it. And the only way to kill a Titan is to cut out a chunk of flesh from the napes of their necks, where the spinal cord would meet the brain stem on a human. Any other wound will heal-- and at an astonishing rate-- even if you blow a Titan's brains out, it will regenerate. The fatal point on their neck is their only vulnerable spot.

The only other weaknesses worth taking advantage of are... Titans are single-minded and stupid, and can be easily led into traps with enough skill, where they can be more easily dispatched. If you somehow incapacitate a Titan's limbs, that will render them motionless until they regenerate. They can also be blinded with shot. And they subsist on sunlight, so their movements slow dramatically at night.

Fortifications have appeared around the Mansion, and there are rail-guns on the roof. If anyone has the courage to help, I could use every hand available-- No, we need every hand available. If we can't fend these Titans off, they can and will tear the Mansion apart to eat every last person hiding inside.

[He continues to stare out into the distance. His jaw is tight.]

...Anyone who wants to give their lives for humanity, and fight the Titans hand-to-hand-- they should contact my Captain, Levi. He'll make use of you somehow.


[Armin closes his eyes, as if in pain.]

I'm sorry. I couldn't get us out. I did everything I could to try and avoid this fate, but... I failed. I'm so sorry. This is all my fault.

[A faint rumbling can be heard from far away.]

ooc: [Game start! Titans are now advancing on the Mansion. Team Armin and Team Levi will make their separate log posts later.]
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I had to see this for myself.

[There had been a blond missing from Entranceway for a few days but now she was back and looking worse for wear. She was clutching at her side where an obvious wound was freshly seeping some bright crimson staining her white buttoned shirt and her gloves. Her face wasn't any better covered in blood but thankfully that wasn't hers. She had come from war and returned to this strange world. She had found the halls to the mansion familiar but it wasn't until she stood here on the roof looking at the world that she knew she was back in Wonderland.]

What they say is true, one does not remember a thing when they return to their world. No names. No faces. Keeping your word is useless here, whatever you come to experience here will be forgotten.

[Despite the seriousness of her face it's actually very alarming to the woman. She doesn't like the idea of forgetting what happened here, of the people she's met. She doesn't continue, instead she gives the communicator a worried look.]

Morbid, isn't it. What have I missed? Who is still here?
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[ It’s not every day that the people of Wonderland get good news, and boy has Dean gotten some— at least according to his brother. It’s why when the feed clicks on, the view is of both brothers leaving the Mansion, their destination becoming clear within the next few seconds. Parked just outside sits a car, black surface shining and spotless and perfect.

And Dean? Dean looks beyond excited, breaking away from his brother with a few quick steps as he approaches the newly arrived vehicle. Like a kid in a candy store, he huffs a laugh as he approaches it, hand reaching out to touch the Impala the moment he’s close enough, an undeniable gasp leaving him as he does. ]


[ Anything and anyone else seems to be forgotten after that, Dean’s focus entirely on the car. He all but embraces it, whispering —Sorry I left you, I’m back now, you’re so beautiful, I’ll never let anyone hurt or touch you again — things to what’s arguably a third Winchester by every standard except blood.

The reason it's all being recorded in the first place is due to Sam who, though the network can't see his face, has the whole scene playing out via his camera. The younger Winchester, who'd spotted the car earlier, just scoffs in honest disbelief. ]

Told you. I wouldn't've believed it, but... yeah. Guess she left it behind.

[ "For us" goes unspoken after the exceptionally awkward story that she'd elected to share with everyone. It's a backwards kind of bittersweet now that she'd gone, gifting them their literal mobile home. ]

Just wanted you to see it. I'll give you two a room.

[ With a little laugh, he turns away as if to head back inside. However, the video from the device switches to another recorded feed, one from a camera that Sam had stuck within the car before bringing his brother out. Apparently edited for content, a song queues up in the background to overlay the scene.

And what a scene it is. Anyone who actually decides it’s a good idea to keep watching will be subjected to more of, well, what’s already been going on. Dean’s all but kissing the car, rounding around the back until he’s at the driver’s side, then slipping in to sit behind the wheel. Hands feel down the steering wheel, then the side compartment — his cassettes, yes — and every inch of the car. All with Dean looking as if he’s been reunited with a long lost friend, words of affection still whispered to the car in a hushed tone.

Shh, this is a private moment. ]

( ooc; replies will come from both dean and sam )
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[Carol’s in her costume, though she’s not wearing a mask. Her expression is grave. She’s experienced a lot of weird things in her life. She would have been perfectly happy to never add kidnapped to a fairytale world to that list, but here she is.]

Calling all Guardians of the Galaxy. Or better yet, Avengers. Really, I’d take even Deadpool right now. Can anyone hear me?

[It’s worth checking. She’s not sure if she’s hoping for friends to be caught in here with her or not. Back up’s good, but she’s been here five minutes and already she knows she wouldn’t wish this place on anyone she likes.

But that’s not the only reason for her call. There are other people here, she knows, and this is a public channel. That means some people will have information she might need. Some other people might just want to know there’s a superhero in town. Possibly another superhero. Either way, she’s going to make her presence known.

She smiles, keeping most of the tightness out of the expression. She’s stuck for now. Might as well try and look reassuring about it.]

For the rest of you, hi. I’m Captain Marvel, from Earth. If anyone has any information on this place, I’d love to hear it. That goes double for anyone who has a way to contact Earth. I’ve got some friends who can help.

[At least, she hopes they can. If this place is stronger than the combined might of the Avengers, they’re really in trouble.]
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setup and introspection )

[When the feed starts, Steve's seated at the desk in his room, which is as neat as always. There's distant barking in the background that he does his best to ignore, at least for the moment.]

For anyone who knows Bucky Barnes, he's left Wonderland. All of his stuff is still here, though, so he'll be back. But... he's not going to be the same.

[Usually when Steve makes a public announcement, the words flow out of him with no trouble, but now it feels like each one is sticking in his throat.]

Back home, something was done to him. He won't remember who he is, and he probably won't remember any of you. He's... [He heaves a sigh.] When he first gets back here, he'll be pretty disoriented. He may lash out, so you might want to keep your distance at first.

[Steve and Natasha, those people who are in the know, they can help him adjust. Or so he hopes.] But eventually, he's going to need help. He's going to need friends. He's still Bucky, he's just gotta be reminded of that. [Together, maybe they can all make that happen.

Steve dips his head down and a brief, somber smile passes over his face.]
If you have any questions, feel free to ask. I'll explain as best as I can. [And then he reaches forward and ends the feed.]

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Nov. 1st, 2014 11:22 am
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Wonderland occurrences aside.

( Because yes, Storybrooke was a thing but some people would very much like to ignore that )

There have been a number of death announcements or warnings about those that are here. I also doubt this is the first time it's happened.

( Too coincidental. With the amount of people here they won't have just all sat quietly and then decided to act at once )

What is there here to keep them out of the public? Rooms here can be changed - has one been adapted before? They can't be sent back, but there needs to be something to keep others safe.

( She'd heard about someone de-powering Loki. If there's that potential they should be able to do something. At least she's not insulting you by saying there's nothing there or no one's trying, but things are popping up frequently lately )

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My room. Bring a bottle.
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[ The feed opens with Bucky stepping back to stand at ease, his hands clasped behind his back. There's still a general weariness about him, but any injuries that were visible have long since faded. This might seem a little unusual to anyone who knows how extensive the damage was. Luckily, that's not a lot of people. His tone is low and even when he speaks. ]

Anyone I talked to earlier about classes, self-defense or otherwise, can meet me in the training room. 20 and 22 on the first floor, if you don't remember where it is. I'll be there all day. If you've got some experience, I wouldn't mind learning a thing or two, myself.

We've all been through a lot lately... Sometimes the best thing you can do is try to get back on your feet again.

[ There's a short pause. He tries to keep the same casual tone, but his jaw tightens a moment, and there's something resigned in his expression when he goes on. ] Oh, and one other thing: if you got dragged over to the other side of the mirrors and ran into a man with a metal arm, and a red star on his shoulder... We should talk.

[ The feed cuts out there. Bucky will be in the training room most of the day and well into the evening, as promised. He might have invited the people he spoke to, but he'll work with anyone who's there.

Shirts are negotiable, unfortunately, not optional this time. ]
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[ Filtered from Klaus Mikaelson ]

[ Elijah hasn't used the communicator much since he arrived. He's reached out to a few people, but he's made a point to keep to himself. A few people know what he is and he's done what he could to ease their fears that one day he'll turn Wonderland into a main course. Today it's important that he address the people of Wonderland and throw caution to the wind. He doesn't want bodies to stack up. Outing his brother and his own kind isn't something he wants to do, but he won't idly stand by while Klaus cuts a bloody hole through the population of Wonderland. ]

I had hoped to avoid having this conversation. [ He appears to be seated in a big easy chair. Elijah's in his room for the time being. He looks serious. Worse than the night he arrived. ] It seems my hand is being forced though. My brother has arrived here in Wonderland. Which would be a joyous day for most, but I find that it's more of a burden than anything else. [ Niklaus is his brother and he will always love him, but won't let him take advantage of this small community. ] My brother is not someone you want to trifle with. His name is Niklaus Mikaelson. Klaus for short. I urge you to stay clear of him. Do not engage him in any fashion. He will do his best to pull you into his game, but you should do what you can to resist.

[ Out of all the siblings this place could have returned to Elijah it chose to return him Klaus. After everything his brother had done back home it was hard to just accept that perhaps he had changed somewhat in the time that seemed to separate them. ] He's incredibly powerful. Cannot be killed. Please don't do anything stupid. [ He's looking at you, Dean. ] He won't hesitate to kill you. If you find yourself near him then I urge you to call upon me. I'll do what I can to protect you.

[ You daggered him, Klaus. He's got very fond memories of you just stabbing him in the back. You may have lived through the two of them mending fences, but Elijah hasn't been so lucky. You've done nothing, but cause chaos to those around you. It's a miracle Elijah isn't telling them about compulsion or the weapon they need to kill you. ]
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[The howls of the hellhounds still rang in Bela's ears as she made her way to her room, climbing the stairs at a sluggish pace. Terrifying images flashed in front of her-twisted and dark, the stuff of nightmares. Bela knew that hallucinations were a part of the deal when the hounds came to claim their prey. She felt nauseated. Emotionally drained. Confused.

Memories of home and Wonderland jumbled together as Bela tried to process what had happened to her in the short few hours she had spent in her own world. Now she knew for certain that her fate was sealed, and not just based on the words of a Winchester.

Bela stops in front of her door, reaching for the handle to turn and open it, pushing against the wood with a shoulder. She steps inside and glances in the mirror on the wall, taking in her appearance. Not exactly coiffed and polished; her eyes were watery and red, dried tears on her cheeks and her skin looked pale. A shell of herself.

Did anyone notice her absence? It's something that crosses Bela's mind. But a few hours didn't mean much if they were worried. A few days perhaps. A week at most.

She feels a weight in her pocket and Bela doesn't hesitate in checking it, discovering her communication device and switches it on.


Wonderland saw fit to bounce me between my world and here for a few hours. That ever happened to anyone before?

[There. Neutral enough query and a chance to put out feelers at the same time. She needs a distraction from her thoughts.]

((ooc: Open to action! Bela has no idea a month has gone by so play with that as you will! :D))
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[ After calming down from his initial arrival, and learning just exactly where he is, Klaus thought it was about time to check out this little communicator he'd been given. The recent troubles with the mirror side and the riddle are none of his concern, since that was before his arrival, no matter how recent.

When the video starts, he looks to be in deep concentration. An expression that soon changes into something a little more smug when he notices it's working.

I'm to understand this broadcast can be seen by all who have the unfortunate luck to be here. [ He seems pretty amiable, leaning back a little in his chair as he rubs a hand over his chin. ] I'll admit, this isn't my preferred method of communication, but I believe there's a saying about Romans and what not that would apply to the situation.

[ Klaus glances over his shoulder, obviously looking at someone off camera, and his mouth curves into a smirk that seems at odds with his friendly behavior. ]

This is as good a time as any for me to get to know everyone, isn't it? So, out with it. Tell me something about yourselves. [ In truth, he really isn't interested in facts or making new friends - he's there to observe and judge his fellow captives. ] As for myself, my name is Klaus. I assume several of you have met my brother, Elijah.

[ Anyone who's had a run-in with Elijah will be getting extra attention from Klaus, how lucky for them. ]

If you would all indulge me just a bit, I would be most grateful.

[ He doesn't sound grateful - he sounds just the slightest bit condescending. He ends the feed there.

It's entirely possible if anyone happens to make their way to the fifth floor bar, he'll be parked right at the counter, downing a few glasses of scotch.


Sep. 22nd, 2014 04:21 pm
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[ Phil has his device propped up on his desk. He's framed himself almost like a news reporter, a few neat papers and writing implements visible on the desk in front of him. ]

Well that was my first time over to the other side of the mirrors. Has anyone else spent time over there? I'm curious to hear about what else people might have found over there.
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[Martha's opened up video recordings like this before. She's in the clinic, in her labcoat and sitting at her desk, though at least this time there's no monster raging and so it isn't strictly a crisis situation.

Except for the fact that there are Mirrors seeping into their ranks, which is not something they can outright ignore. It's a race to see who gets the vorpal sword, and yet Martha wonders if they should be thinking of it that way.]

Hello, everyone. The word's out, we have some Mirrors in our midst, so I hope you all know to be careful. Some very dangerous people could be posing as friends or family.

[With that warning issued, she quickly moves into the heart of this message.]

But I can't help but ask... aren't we all looking for the same thing? The vorpal sword, I mean. I doubt that you Mirrors want to be torn apart by the jabberwocky any more than we do.

[As preposterous as it might sound, would it be so horrible to actually try and work together on this?]

I know that I can't ask everyone to get along, though, so if something does happen and you're hurt -- whether you're from this side or the Mirror side, mind you -- I'll be here to see to your wounds. [That's no doubt going to be a controversial statement -- in fact, most of this broadcast falls into that category. Martha won't relent so easily, though.]

I hope it doesn't come to that, but I am prepared. [And with that, she ends the feed. When Martha isn't on riddle-solving duty, she'll be working long hours in the clinic in anticipation of any of the issues that crop up when Real Things and Mirrors mix.]
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[ So, it's been a while since John's put his face out there, but considering the last time (and everything that's happened since), maybe it's not so hard to figure out why. Nevertheless, this suitably fine Sunday finds him taking the risk once again. It's not so much an attempt to be social as much as a way to stay connected without getting too close. ]

Hey, everyone. [ He waves. ] 'Bout a year an' a half ago, me an' the residents of Wonderland — some of 'em, at least — played a get-to-know-you game. It was pretty amusin' so I thought I'd bring it back, maybe add a few things, too.

Game 1 )

Game 2 )

Game 3 )
[ Yep. That's what John Blake's offering Wonderland this week. Hope you guys enjoy his newfound interest in doing very little that could be considered productive. ]
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[ When the feed comes to life Sam is sitting outside leaning against a tree. He's sweaty and breathing heavy, but that's what happens when you just get finished with a run. The stiffness in his ankle has pretty much vanished now that he's started running a lot more since he broke it. He's back up to his old times even if that is below Steve Rogers standards. ]

So--[ He smiles. ]--those blind dates were pretty weird huh? I mean they were nice. I get that their heart was in the right place, but was anyone else just a tad weirded out by how detailed and specific they were to each couple? I got a new friend out of the deal, but it still felt really odd.

[ He's not upset about the date. Neal was a good guy. Having dinner with him on the rooftop wasn't the worst night he's ever had. It was weirdly romantic for two straight guys who didn't even know each other, but free food and a good talk is hard to find sometimes. Though probably not here. ]

Not what I really wanted to talk about though. [ He sits forward and gets closer to the camera. ] I used to run support groups in the VA center back in DC and I was thinkin' about starting something similar to that here. Coming here isn't really that easy and it's gotta be rough on some people. Maybe you want someone to talk to about it? A group setting where you can talk about concerns or just issues back home you didn't get to rectify. I know a few people got some of those. Maybe they're scared that they won't get a chance or they're scared to go back? [ He shrugs. ] Give it a thought. If you'd wanna come just hit me back. I gotta go see if I left my lungs a mile back. [ He smiles and shuts the feed off. ]
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[She's heard before of the phenomenon where things happen both incredibly fast and slow all at once. She's even experienced it to some degree, staring at flashing red lights or down the arm of a massive mechanical suit ready to kill her. But this, this is something new, and all the more horrible for it. Wind and heat wrap around her body, flames from below that promise her doom. She's falling, faster than any person should, too fast for Tony to summon a suit to save her.

And the worst part is that they both know it. That's the part that happens slowly for her: what she sees above, the horror and shock etched so perfectly on Tony's face when their fingers just miss. She knows, knows in her heart what's going to happen then, her body clenching as his eyes send the message home even more certainly than the pyre beneath, the ground too far below.

She's going to die.

But even though the fall only takes seconds outside of her own head, that's still enough time for things to change. Just as fire surrounds her, burns her flesh and blinds her eyes, the world shifts in an impossible way. She should have landed among oil drums, brought down during the dark night just before Christmas. Instead Pepper falls from a clear blue sky, not into fire but the fountain, sending up a wave of water and steam with her landing.

That shouldn't have been enough to save her, however. Not that she knows it yet; her world is comprised entirely of pain, her body glowing bright as it stitches itself back together. Broken bones set themselves and mend, burnt flesh reforms with a different brand of fire. The heat surrounding her is immense, and any who have already arrived would be wise not to touch her. Even after she stands, when Pepper can finally try and figure out what's happened, she's still burning under her skin.

Eventually, her mind clears. Memories of Wonderland return, and whatever calmness she can find knowing that Killian hasn't truly killed her, neither here nor at home, manage to make the heat of Extremis ebb. She won't go to the clinic--no matter who tries to take her there, no matter how much they swear she needs to be looked at, Pepper staunchly refuses. She's had more than enough of people examining her, and other things that are fare more important. She has to find Tony, to replace that last memory of his eyes with something far better, to tell herself that things truly are and will be okay--eventually.

But there's still the virus inside of her, the danger it presents. Pepper can't remember much from her time spent as a captive, but she knows why Killian and Maya were after Tony. They needed him to stabilize Extremis, to keep people from dying. The future's promise, that in a few months back home she's going to be lunching with Natasha, only does so much to ease the burden of the presence. She needs a sense of control, which is why for almost everyone else, her reintroduction comes in the form of a video message. She's put herself together as much as she can, showered and dressed, looking as far removed from the woman who fell from the sky hours before as she can manage.]

This is Pepper Potts; I'm back now. [She hesitates, on the verge of apologizing for any inconveniences her absence caused. That's too formal though, too businesslike. She's talking to people who care about her, friends who are going to see through whatever facade she tries to put up, because she's never been good at lying, and some of them are very perceptive. Her lips pressed together, Pepper takes a breath, then manages something close to a smile. She won't stop people from visiting, and she can't stop them from asking, but this way, hopefully, she can manage the conversations.] I guess I should ask what I've missed. I've heard it's been over two weeks since I was gone?


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