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[sparkys_fire]

Who: Liz Sherman and OPEN
Where: The Study, Floor One
When: Day 005 - Noon
What: Guess who’s back? Liz has been missing since the end of the night of Day One and hasn’t been heard from since. Dazed and confused she’s found herself in the Study once more...
Warnings: None yet

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[is_not_number1]

A meeting, huh? If the woman remembered having seen him at the same meeting as well, then he'd probably been right. Unless another meeting had been held during the days in which he'd apparently been absent from the house, it had to have been the same one.

Mello wasn't sure why he was questioning it so damn much. It hardly mattered.

"Some days back?" He smirked, though his gaze was quite unmistakably bitter. "I think I'd be more inclined to call it months."

There were plenty of things here that were wildly different than they had been back where he'd come from. Plenty of things that it had been necessary to adapt to in order to survive. And he had. He'd adapted.

Becoming used to those things, however, was different. It was harder, and there was something about it that left a bad taste in his mouth. It felt almost like giving up and accepting this. Even if keeping an exact track of passing time had become no less than impossible, Mello doubted that he'd ever be able to think in terms of how it passed here. His own world, although it was perfectly likely that he'd never see it again-- and just as likely that there would be nothing to go back to if he ever did have the chance-- still took priority over this one.

[sparkys_fire]

Her brow raised higher as he said months. Well... other conversations she had been having did indicate that it wasn't a few days, but that was going to be hard to get around. How does one just lose months like that? She wondered, vaguely, if this is what Red goes through each time he ends up 'off planet' and into some other place and time that wasn't earth.

A hand moved to rub over her face. She knew she had to get up, to get moving. Sitting here would do nothing, but she still felt pretty badly and just 'one more minute' kept turning into a few minutes longer.

"Months huh? Great..." She believed him though. It was hard not to believe him after all this. "How many of us are here now, do you know?" She wasn't sure if he was the agreeable type or not, as she barely remembered him, but still... it couldn't hurt to ask.

[is_not_number1]

Mello's stare grew considerably more intense, and he raised an eyebrow in response to the woman's comment. When she'd referred to the time that had passed since the meeting as days, he had assumed that she wasn't speaking literally. But these words suggested very much otherwise. Not only had she questioned the statement about months having passed, but she'd also gone on to ask how many people were here now.

"You've been absent." The words were flat, more of a statement-- an observation-- than a question. The woman very much spoke as though she'd left the house for some time, and Mello had no trouble believing that she had. After all, he had done very much the same several weeks back. He hadn't remained there-- wherever the hell he had been-- for nearly as long as she seemed to have been gone for. Nonetheless, his own time spent out of the house had felt like it had only lasted for a few minutes, while in actuality it had lasted for a few days.

This was quite the interesting development, and Mello suddenly found that he was more than curious about whatever might have happened to her. Her confusion, he found, was very nearly understandable.

"I hardly know everyone," he answered her question with a shrug, "So unfortunately, I can't give you an exact number. More of us than there were then." He sighed, and propped one foot up against the wall behind him. "Now, tell me. Where have you been these past couple of months?"

[sparkys_fire]

His statement was almost a bit amusing. She had been absent for most her life, or at least she had tried to be absent for it. Long moments in a fire proof chamber, staring off at nothing and ignoring what everyone said to her. Sitting in a medical ward watching a wall and being absent from the conversations there. Being absent from the BPRD every time she had an episode. That last time was worst. The nurses always billed her as being absent too...

So it amused her to hear the term now for a slightly different meaning.

She just gave a small nod to his figure of 'more then before' for how many of us there were now. She hadn't expected a real quote anyhow, but that did help.

"Not sure." She said it with a shrug, looking over at the blond. It would be hard to explain with out sounding crazy, but she had the feeling most of the people who had been here a while wouldn't think it sounded crazy. "It wasn't home. It wasn't 'here' either. Or at least not that I recognized. I just felt like I was someplace that I couldn't move... though I never seemed to want to move anyhow." After a short pause she added "I can't remember where is was. I assume it was here."

[is_not_number1]

The woman did sound crazy. But when you'd been trapped for nearly three months in a house that hardly made sense in the first place, crazy started sounding one hell of a lot more believable.

But more importantly, what she said was crazy enough-- even in comparison to the rest of this place-- to be interesting. Because, as far as Mello was concerned, he hadn't even so much as heard of anyone being taken somewhere that fit the description she'd given. And even if they had, it certainly hadn't been for months.

The description was unfamiliar, but there was no way to be sure that the place she'd gotten stuck in hadn't been the same that he had a few weeks ago; if it somehow was, though, it was quite undeniable that her experience had been very different than his own.

"So how did you get there?" Mello sounded, more than anything, interested. "And how did you get back?"