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[xun_long]

[Welcome to the land of Chinese cursing. Someone is less than pleased at the Porter]

sāobī! chòu biǎozi-

[the muttering becomes briefly inaudible, but no less vitriolic. Apparently someone tried ripping into the porter earlier, got a nice strong shock for his trouble, and is still pissed about it.]

cào nǐ zǔzōng shíbā dài!

[Someone has just

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voice;

[pacifisted]

[Why hello there, Wufei. You might almost recognize this voice, though it's dropped a little bit. And has a touch more humor to it at the moment than you're probably used to.]

More than a hundred people.

I'm number three.

[Encrypted to 04/03]

[xun_long]

[aaand....more cussing. He gets around to encrypting the feed after he's don controlling the urge to throw the comm into a window.]

You are aware that- what is going on here?

[Encrypted to 05/04 I can read subj. titles]

[pacifisted]

[My, my. How colorful of you, Wufei. He is definitely keeping this conversation recorded for later research regarding what you've been saying.]

Christmas, at the moment.

[He can see Quatre giving you the rundown. No point in repeating any of it twice, after all.]

...It's been a while.

[Read: WUFEI. WE MISSED YOU. HI.]

[Encrypted to 03/04 ]

[xun_long]

[Mostly things about the porter's sexual habits and parentage, actually.]

Been a- not more than three hours, Barton. What's wrong with you?

[still miss him?]

[Encrypted to 05/04]

[pacifisted]

[Yes, as a matter of fact, he does. It's so hard to find friends who'll be abrasive to your face these days.]

[A little more serious now.]

Two years, Wufei.

Time doesn't pass normally here.

[Encrypted to 03/04]

[xun_long]

[So what you're saying is, Duo's not here?]

...

[On the plus side, you've just managed to leave Wufei completely speechless.]

Surely there must be some kind of therapy for your problem. [because you are hallucinating. Or amnesia again. ANYTHING BUT LUCID.] Some kind of pills, at least.

[Encrypted to 05/04]

[pacifisted]

[There's the sound of the comm rustling about; he's clearly adjusting something on it.]

[Pretty shortly: BEHOLD. Trowa Barton, age 18.]

ExPortation.

You go home to the moment you left it.

Just... not when you want to.

[Encrypted to 03/04]

[xun_long]

[...well, shit.]

Hmpf.

[Yes, acting grumpy will totally cover your panic, Chang.]

I expect there is a file or something to read, or will I be forced to interrogate you?

[Encrypted to 05/04]

[pacifisted]

[He can be seen folding his hands and resting them on his lap.]

There's a file.

You'll have to get it from Quatre.