verse two is video(/voluntary action)

[allsongs]

Welcome to Exsilium. There is much to discuss.

[recognize those words in that voice? Simmaeri's kind of an A+ mimic. she get your attention with that one? she likes to think so. we'll find out anyway.]

Discuss is to make understand, yes? [as far as she knows. the raised eyebrows seem to imply a need for confirmation. no rhetorical questions here!] I want a discuss. You help. There is much words to discuss.

[she leans forward a little, lifting her hands from her lap.] You speak words for you. Words for...[fingers settle near her collarbone; her eyebrows knit. she takes on a pained tone.] Why. I see...[her hand lifts, tracing from her temple down to her jaw, wearing a hurt expression.] No good face. I hear no good words. Much, no good.

[the next words she says are untranslatable, but laced with the desire to be understood:]

What causes you unhappiness here?


[OH RIGHT THE VOLUNTARY ACTION:

because where is this girl broadcasting from?

one of the stairwells at the apartment building, between the first and second floor. why not? who stays in their rooms, anyway?

feel free to not like. step on her computer on your way up/down the stairs.]

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[allsongs]

[hello, new face. let's see what lessons can be learned from you.

apologies? for meaning? that's not hard to discern why. she'll try again.]

I hear much people here, [patting the top of the computer, making the screen rattle.] much no happy. I want to understand the words for why. I want to understand much words, so I must understand much people.

[peaceinchaos]

[ It takes a moment to untangle the meaning in the words. ]

You want to understand why people are unhappy? For lots of reasons. We're taken away from family and friends, from people we love, and asked to fight a war for people we have no. [ She pauses, trying to think of the right word for it. ] No connection to. There is no love or trust between the Initiative and ourselves.

[allsongs]

[she absorbs this in a length of silence, eyes fixed on the face on the screen. watching mouth movements, eye blinks, eyebrow movements...her eyes narrow at the break in speech, mouth opening and closing without a sound as the gap is bridged. no connection to.

a beat.]

Much... [there's a lot of gaps to fill. but there's ways to that. taken. family. people. fight.

a soft sound. hmh...] No family here. Do I understand correct?

[peaceinchaos]

[ She tries to think it out before responding, picking her words as carefully as she can to make it easy to understand. ]

Yes. For many people, there is no family here. No loved ones.

[ She hesitates, wondering if expanding on that would make things more complicated for the girl, but. Well, it was complicated. ]

Some people have family here, but they don't want them to be here. They don't want their loved ones in danger. Does that make sense?

[allsongs]

[she draws her fingers up along her jawline, combing hair back behind her ear.]

To want family no here, I understand. To be no happy here.

[peaceinchaos]

Yes. It's a very sad feeling.

[allsongs]

And...You are sad?

[peaceinchaos]

...At times, yes.

[allsongs]

[hmm.]

For family?

[peaceinchaos]

Yes. [ She debates how much she should say. ] My father and sister are here, but. Some of the people closest to my heart are not here and I miss them very much.

[allsongs]

[father and sister do not click, but something else does. it fits in well with what's she's recently learned.

her hand settles over her heart.]

Sadness...a wound of the heart.

[peaceinchaos]

[ She offers a small, sad smile. ]

Yes, exactly so.

[allsongs]

[she exchanges the expression, though with a shade of gratitude. good.]

I understand. Thank you.

[peaceinchaos]

You're welcome.

[allsongs]

Who are you?

[peaceinchaos]

My name is Wanda. What's yours?