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[perdre]

[He speaks with a mildly British accent, mixed with twinges of French in every other consonant. His first instinct would have been to use his native language - the latter - but it's become clear that he'll have more luck being understood going with his father's.]

I... wish I could think of something wrong I'd done. Something that would explain why I'm here and why I have to - fight. [He's having a hard time expressing himself. Peter doesn't... really know what he wants to say, other than that he would very much like to be placed back where he came from.] Then I'd feel there was some kind of justification I could understand.

Anyway, uhm - if there's someone I know out there, is... is there any way I can find them? Contact them? I'd really appreciate any help. I - I have a friend - his name is Frederick, he's a doctor, English, taller than me... [He gestures with a flat hand, above his head. Then he reaches into his pocket to bring a small photograph closer to the camera,] This is the only picture I have of him. I don't have pictures of anyone else.

[With a soft sigh, Peter's shoulders drop. He then mutters to himself, a presence of annoyance in his tone,] Je ne sais pas sur quel pied danser...

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[mostqualified]

I don't think it's because you or anyone else did something wrong. It seems unfair, I know.

[ And she tries to give him a little smile. ]

[perdre]

[Oh. Hi.]

I think... it'd be easier if we had. Somehow. [He doesn't know.]

voice and not even private because she is too irate :'D

[affections]

Pepper! Frederick, that's-- that's Freddie!

( Very much in the tone of why the fuck does this guy have a picture of my brother )

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[boughtabookstore]

If your friend is here, they will likely see this or someone who knows them will.

There is no rhyme or reason to why you have been brought here. It is simply luck of the draw.

[perdre]

I hope so. I would like to see him.

Luck is the wrong word, I think...

[solitaire]

Ne rien faire. _{( If my Marvel-fuu French is awful I apologize and blame the publisher. )}

We're not here 'cause we earned it. We're here 'cause someone else is desperate, an' doesn't care what that does ta us.

[perdre]

I don't mind helping, just - [Just what? Blah.] This is weird.

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[givetheslip]

[Maria has just barely managed to figure out the basic functions of her tablet, and while it's the accent that catches her attention—British, like hers, and French is the other language she speaks fluently—she still opts to reply in text. Anything else is still a little overwhelming for her.]

Men will use many justifications for war. I've yet to speak to anyone who's come up with a sensible reason for making this one ours.

[perdre]

You're absolutely right.

Pity that doesn't change anything.

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[gevurah]

I haven't seen anyone like that, but people come and go here often. [ A pause. ] It's all just random, I hate to say.

[perdre]

I thought they were - more organized than that.

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[charming_jerk]

You're here thanks to the Initiative's infinite fucking wisdom, since they pick people by random lottery. So congratu-fucking-lations, ya won the cosmic lottery.

[perdre]

[blink blink.]

Thanks. I guess.

[does he sound defeated? he should.]

[voice]

[anklets]

[She hears the French in his voice as she hears all flickers of a more familiar language when friends and strangers speak aloud, but cannot hope to speak it herself. Lenalee files the accent away as an identifier.]

He may find you, should he see this— [ "that is to say" ] should he be here to see this. There is no way to speak with those you've left behind and are where they're meant to be.

[These words feel rougher on her own tongue than they really are, sting her up a little, herself, so she doesn't quite stop there and aims to soften it for him.]

It isn't meant as a punishment that you're here.

[perdre]

I'll keep that in mind. Thank you.

[he scratches his head as she keeps talking. It may be the beginning of a headache.]

Maybe it isn't punishment, but it doesn't feel too far from it.

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[graciousness]

I am certain you haven't done anything wrong. Quite like the rest of us, really. It helps to think of it as a journey of a sort, we will be back home as soon as it ends.

[ forever the optimist. ]

[perdre]

Hopefully soon, right? [He's trying to emulate her optimism, really.]

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[affections]

Why in--

Why do you have a picture of my brother?

[perdre]

I - [he's like a dog wondering whether he should hide behind the couch right now] He's my friend-?

[Well. A lot more than just his friend, but that shouldn't really be anyone's business.]

Is this - [what was her name? Freddie told him his sister's name multiple times.] Julia? [No-] Jules-?

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[thewalkingdad]

Don't think that it works like that, man. I've seen kids here. Innocent people. It isn't about what you've done right or wrong; we were picked.

Far as I know, that's all that it matters.

Don't think that I've seen your doctor friend, but I'll let you know if I spot him. Does that work?

[perdre]

That works just fine. [but he still sounds pretty defeated.] Thank you very much for your help.

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[obliterating]

Not everyone must fight because they've done something wrong. Are you opposed to the notion?

[perdre]

No, I was just - wondering.

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[limitstorm]

[ have a shock of silver hair on your screen. he looks apologetic, but with broad shoulders and dark clothes, he gives off an air of being more of an official or helping hand. ]

I'll keep an eye out. So far, doesn't seem like there's any rhyme or reason anyone's here--there's heroes and criminals and everything in-between. From what I hear, there's no way to fix the transporter onto a specific kind of people, and I've got a feeling they don't want to set limits. They just want as many people as they can.

[ a pause, amused; ]

Was that French?

[perdre]

That makes sense, I guess. [It makes him nervous, too. Just bringing in as many people as you can? It's... bizarre. Too easy to go wrong. As for his question-]

Yeah.