13: Ctrl. Alt. Delete.

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[It's the morning after the Fog-Creature-Bird-Thingy and Mouse wakes to find herself back in her tent with a bandaged arm and a pounding headache. Sitting up, she drags her journal out of her pack and dictates an entry, sounding pissed off and groggy;]

[Filtered to those on the Expedition]Anyone else wake up with new wounds and absolutely no

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What? What kind of wounds? How badly are you injured?

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Well, I'm not dieing. Whoever did this last night at least had the decency to wrap it up afterwards. [There's a pause and rustling as she starts to unravel the bandages to get a better look at the wounds] Looks like a cut and some punctures. Huh ...

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You don't remember anything at all?

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I remember trying to follow the thing, it's right around when I was actually talkin' to it that things get a little fuzzy, then I find myself here.

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...The red lights. You talked to that?

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Yeah, and I don't remember it being the most pleasant of experiences. Just wish I could remember what we were talkin' about ...

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...That's weird. But... you're still here.

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Heh, yeah. Thank the User for small favors, right?

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No kidding.

How do you feel, anyway?

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A little achey and groggy, head's pounding, but nothin' worse than a hangover.

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That's good. And you'll keep us posted, right?

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Sure thing, Honey. The name's Mouse, by the way.

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It's Rin. Nice to meet you.