I have a question.
[The audio feed clicks on with Astrid's voice, calm and even as always, and the sound of scraping in the background-- metal on metal. Astrid stole a knife sharpener from the kitchens. Poor Sergei's, forever missing kitchen implements. As she speaks, the scraping continues.]
What exactly do we know about the Golden Shore? [
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Hmm. I suppose that's more of why I'm looking for answers. Have you heard any other theories?
[And why are you texting? Astrid's puzzled, she hasn't received a text message yet.]
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[Buy all these people who are dying. It never ends ;A;]
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[Astrid's aware of the death, but she doesn't normally attribute it to the other passengers-- that idea hasn't really crossed her mind. It's an occupational hazard back home. If she knew most of the deaths were murders, she would be a bit more unnerved.]
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My name is Jin.
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[She pronounces it as she reads it. Weird name.]
I'm Astrid. Nice to meet you.
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You pronounced it wrong, Astrid.
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[WHY DON'T YOU TALK 8|]
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[Pause. FINE, SHE'LL ASK]
Any reason you don't talk, Jin?
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I'm mute. I apologize if this is an inconvenience for you.
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No, no. I'm sorry, I-- it's not an inconvenience. Curiosity more than anything.
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[They make good midnight snacks for dragons.
Where Astrid's from, it'd be more like, "curiosity killed the chief's son."]
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