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[burbonmilkshake]

Faye is sitting in her apartment, scribbling in a notebook, the door open. Occassionally she looks out the window and sighs.

She's botherable. Really.

Faye hates being lonely.

(ooc: Occassionally may be slowtimed.)

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[dead_comrade]

And there is a lack of loneliness, because there is a lot of mercenary!

Krauser was passing by when he heard the sound of a pen moving across a notebook. He's now standing in the doorframe, having just knocked.

"Evening. Is that one of the Books of Dangers?" He gets right to the point.

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She looks up. "Book of what? No, this is my personal journal."

[dead_comrade]

"Book of Dangers. Basically, notebooks in which people outline the hazards of the worlds they're from. Our thinking is: enough friends we know drop in for enemies to enter too. Some of them aren't in 202. I was wondering who had them."

[burbonmilkshake]

"Um. No, I don't have any. And the only things I'd have to enter would be things like murderers, rapists, and the like." She looks up at him and swallows.

"Give me..." She clears her throat. "Give me an example of some of the things listed?"

[dead_comrade]

"Oh, the vampires, of course. People have different kinds depending on where they're from. The Magog were mentioned after they turned up. I also read about some frenzied killer types. I've never seen any of those. Some people mention werewolves." The stony-faced soldier shrugs. "It's not like any of them could stay hidden here. I wouldn't worry about that."

[burbonmilkshake]

"Still, that's pretty--it's--" She exhales slowly.

"Creepy," she finishes in a lame voice.

[dead_comrade]

"It's not the worst thing to happen here. And it's better to know what potential dangers look like then to be surprised."

[burbonmilkshake]

"What have I missed?"

Better to walk into something with your eyes open, right? ...Right?

[dead_comrade]

"Not so many things, yet. First we got someone's vampire problem. He's still around. Then we got someone else's alien problem. Now we've got alien vampires." Krauser shrugs. "The live aliens were worse. There were more of those."

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"I heard about all of that. I thought maybe there was--more." She squirms a little, nervous.

"ANYway," she says, trying to switch tacks, "Come on in. I'm Faye. Whitaker. Have a seat."

[dead_comrade]

"More what?" He shrugs. "Thanks." And sits! "I gather you haven't been here long. What did you do before?"

[burbonmilkshake]

"More--Dangers. Evil. Whatever." She looks lost for a moment.

"Yeah. Brand-new, only a few days here.

"I worked in a coffee shop called Coffee of Doom." She shrugs. "We were snarky and had definite opinions on music, fashion, and the like. The indie crowd." She pauses for a moment. "That may not mean anything to you, from what I gather. I'm from Massachusetts, 2006."

Her eyes go distant. "I miss it. Badly."

[dead_comrade]

"Nah," says the bioweapon friend of the werewolf, "all I'd worry about are the vampires.

"It does. I'm American. From 2004. Did you pick up any self-defense, at any point? It's a useful thing here. We've got teachers, if you haven't."

[burbonmilkshake]

"Um--no, no self-defense. But? If I get close enough to a vampire-thing to kung-fu it or whatever, isn't it a little, you know, pointless?"

[dead_comrade]

"I'm not saying to run out and try it," Krauser explains. "But since the vampire came first, then the Magog, it seems possible we could end up with something else, eventually."

[burbonmilkshake]

She ponders this, tapping her pen against her notebook, leg hanging over the edge of her chair.

"Who teaches? And, uh, what's your name? You never told me."