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[graparu]

[From the journal system comes the voice of a rather angry young lady. Her words are clipped, English, though her German accent is a little more prominent than usual.]

This is a sick fucking joke, isn't it. First it's a boat, then a stupid island and now, a castle. My God the creativity is just skyrocketing today.

[That is some delicious monotone

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[brynkitten]

[What a curious name. Not as strange as others, but still, definitely unique. Bryn is a little intimidated, but it's her accent that draws Bryn into replying.]

Wh-who are you looking for, exactly?

[With even more hesitance, Bryn adds in German.]

Perhaps I have heard their name?

[graparu]

[Grapple pauses. Not only is that a voice she's heard before, but it's also speaking German.]

Oh... huh.

Uh, Sean, Patrick... Hell, anyone from that stupid boat.

[She frowns at the journal.]

Hey, do I know you?

[brynkitten]

[Now it's Bryn's turn to pause. How odd. Another person who seems familiar with her. Unfortunately, Bryn is quite sure she would remember the name Grapple.]

I do not believe so, but my name is Bryn and it's nice to meet you...Grapple.

[Bryn's beginning to think that her voice is just one of those kinds that sounds like someone else to everyone.]

As for your friends, I haven't heard anyone by those names yet, but I'll be sure to keep an ear out for them in case they do arrive. You were all on a boat together?

[graparu]

[So she's alone again, for now at least. Grapple sits on the edge of her bed.]

Fuck. Okay, hi Bryn.

I was in Germany. Got into an accident with a truck and when I woke up, I was on a ship. The last I recall, we'd made landfall and things weren't so crash hot.

And now I wake up here.

[brynkitten]

...hi.

[Fuck? What was that for?]

It sounds like you've been through quite a lot. This must be quite a shock on top of everything else you've been through...

[graparu]

[Mere frustration at the situation in general. She's not really thinking straight right now. Also that her single potential point of familiarity wasn't what she'd thought.]

Sorry just... yeah. Having a bad year, I guess.

[She sounds a little amused at that. Grapple is making an attempt to pep herself up.]

So do you live here or did you wake up like I did?

[brynkitten]

I'm sorry to hear it.

[And she really is. It sounds as if Grapple has been through quite a bit, and Bryn knows all too well how unsettling it is to have your world flipped around on you.]

I woke up here like you did, though perhaps...three months ago? Before I had been living in California...up in the mountains. Now I suppose I should say I live here.

[graparu]

California?

[Not from the same world as Grapple, then.]

That was in America, right? There uh, isn't too much left of it where I'm from. The war and the virus and all that jazz.

[brynkitten]

Yes, it is...was...

[Time and dimensional differences are confusing. :C]

I'm afraid I don't know which war you are referring to, however, or anything about a virus...

[There is something in Bryn's tone that suggests she's wary about learning more, however. Even believing it's not her California isn't enough to help her push away worry about Gunn and where he might be.]

[graparu]

[Grapple nods at the journal.]

Consider yourself lucky then. Fingers crossed that your world doesn't make the same mistakes mine did.

[And she means it. The conversation is a little depressing, so Grapple makes an attempt at veering it down a happier path.]

Say, your German is pretty good. Where did you learn it?

[brynkitten]

Fingers crossed and everything else.

[A happier path would be lovely, although Grapple's line of questioning does lead into a topic that Bryn isn't as comfortable with.]

My family is originally from Germany. Mother and Father insisted that my brother and I learn. We had tutors and several relatives over that helped a great deal with our accents...

[graparu]

[She would feel bad if she knew. Grapple whistles, a little impressed and a lot more anxious all of a sudden. From what Bryn has said, she's talking to someone with wealth. It's a world Grapple has never really felt comfortable with.]

It definitely paid off. You're better than most that I've met who know the language.

[Grapple makes a thoughtful sound.]

Any idea where I could find a shower? Or something to eat?

[brynkitten]

[Bryn flushes, though Grapple can't see it as she's only using audio.]

Thank you, that's quite a compliment from a native-speaker.

[She practically leaps on the chance to talk about something else, and switches back to English temporarily.]

There is a small...sort of thing that serves as a shower in your room. A larger place down on the bottom floor but neither has hot water.

[graparu]

[When Bryn shifts to English, so does Grapple. Her accent is faint, carefully masked out of habit.]

Alrighty, cool. That's... kind of awesome really. I mean, except for the no hot water part.

[A shower is a shower and she'll take what she can get.]

No where that I can get some?

[brynkitten]

The thermal pools, though they're not private by any means. I haven't yet tried them but they seem like they'd be really enjoyable.

[Bryn just hasn't had the guts to try them yet. She should, even just in a chemise, but instead she's been stubbornly sticking to cold-water bathing.]

They're not far from the barracks.

[graparu]

Thermal pools!

[That's the first real smile all day.]

Oh yeah, I am so going to check that out. Right after I look around, or something. There's others here, right? More like you and me?