[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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[Come on, everyone knew Marco.]
Oh, and I'm Grapple.
[She already said that, but there's some hope that her friends are here as well.]
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There's one Joseph Ivers in the Keep who I think is what you would call Irish, but I haven't seen a Patrick, and Marco-- he's not here. I really am sorry.
[She hesitates.]
It's good to see another survivor.
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[Her enthusiasm has faded quite a bit in the last 30 seconds.]
Hm.
[Don't cry. Crying is for sissies. Grapple forces her voice to calm.]
I'm glad you made it too. Are there any others? Or is it just us.
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[She'd apologize for her ignorance, but Nel has already done that. Repetition won't make the news easier to bear.]
There are others, correct. A boy, a metal man, and more. I do not know all of their names, but I could find out if you'd like.
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[It's hard to hear, but Grapple refuses to give up.]
Heh. Sorry to be throwing you in the deep end. We've been talking for what, a minute?
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Just say the word.
[What? Only a little bit servile.]
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[She means it.]
Any idea where a girl could get a bite to eat?
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He's. . . missing.
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[That doesn't sound so good.]
What do you mean missing? What happened?
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I've looked. I cannot find him or the others.
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You're sure you've looked absolutely everywhere? No where else that they might have gone?
...It's kind of weird that the staff are missing with them.
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