[There's no fumbling with the Forge before the audio kicks in. The newcomer's tone is equal parts serene and curious; he would have wanted the former, and been unable to avoid the latter. He sounds American and on the older side, with a diluted West coast accent more indicative of education than birthplace.]
Greetings. Namaste.
You would not believe
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There's only the city.
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Nothing beyond that? No next town over?
[Which isn't to say that he'd want to head out there, if there were.]
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[It's a pretty conversational tone he's taking. He won't mind if she doesn't have - or doesn't want to provide - the answers.]
What about inside the city? Is that dangerous, too?
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The Mist outside the bubble leaks in.
[ one goes down. ]
There are monsters in the Mist.
[ a second. ]
There are people in the bubble.
[ lesson over ]
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I'll keep that in mind. Sounds like a nothing's-really-safe type deal.
How's the bubble treating you? [It's a fanciful way of asking how she's coping, though she may not interpret it as such.]
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Three milligrams of quetiapine, twice a day, with food.
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What has it been like for you, here?
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[ Unpredictable would be more accurate, but that in and of itself is the unexpected thing. ]
I miss Serenity, but not for the right reasons.
[ She wants to say more, but she's struggling with the words. ]
Buildings crumble, everything turns to dust, there's still seeds in the rubble. I- I can walk around barefoot in the grass if I want to, and even when I'm afraid it's here with me, all for me, like it's- like a truth, a truth that won't be extinguished.
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