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[noifsandsorbubs]

[He's sitting outside somewhere, his back to a wall, frowning at the screen. Perhaps the most remarkable thing about him, the thing most likely to make an impression--besides the crazy sideburns--is that he looks mean.

And he is. What little time he's had to adjust hasn't improved his mood.]

So what's the consensus? Just do what they tell you and they'll let you go home, or am I bein' too optimistic?

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[flightlessbird]

Yes, I am very sure. People disappear, but probably they do not go home.

[ not sounding overly concerned about that, though! ]

[noifsandsorbubs]

[she could have been singing it and it still would have sounded sinister.]

Then where do they go?

[flightlessbird]

[ she shrugs. ]

Maybe Roslyn knows. Or Bariyan. They always know things.

[noifsandsorbubs]

Can I ask how the hell you figure nobody goes home if you're just repeatin' what people tell you?

[flightlessbird]

Because the Initiative would not want to send us home. [ like it's totally obvious ] So they would not.

But that is okay. It is not so bad here.

[noifsandsorbubs]

[a disbelieving pause.]

It's not so bad here, so it's okay? That's--it ain't okay.

[deep breath--not going to lose his temper with some girl who's sort of trying to help.]

[flightlessbird]

There is a place to sleep, and not in the trees, and there is food. [ pretty much just staring at him like he's totally crazy, here ] That is good. What do you want?

[noifsandsorbubs]

Not in the trees. That's great. Best news I heard all day. [NOT EVEN ANSWERING THAT QUESTION GOD]

[flightlessbird]

You are— [ a pause, and DAMN FORGOT THE PHRASE. she whistles it out in her own language, something pretty like bird song, then snaps her fingers. ]

Easy to please! That. You are that.

[noifsandsorbubs]

[FLAT STARE.]

You ever heard of sarcasm?