[ When she does address the network, Isobel has a cool, yet calculating, maybe even friendly? Smile. Because, not long after waking up, survival mode kicked in. She's perused the Forge. She doesn’t see signs of Klaus. But she recognizes three people. No, Matt, you're not getting a shoutout. ]
Hello, Anatole.
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You know Damon? That's cool. He's pretty cool, too. Damon, I mean. Which is good because it's always good to know people when you get punted through a crank Door into a new place.
Which is Anatole, and duh, you already know that because you've read the thing, I guess? Or talked to people. So welco---
[Did she just say inflammation? Oh, no! She doesn't sound hurt. That's really brave - stiff upper lippy, but not the Sebastian-y British kind. Maybe it's her ankle - she could have twisted it. Or hit her head! In any case, inflammation is so not good, so she's looking around through the random stuff that sometimes goes into welcome baskets.]
---o-oh. Oh.. Just a sec---
(Sewing kits, breath mints, oh ...here we go! Isobel, your basket is getting ibupofen. Which she is now going to deliver, because you're possibly hurt.]
Welcome to Anatole.
And never fear, everything's going to be just fine. Where are you? Did you wake up in a strange room?
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Rats with guns?
Damon and I are old friends. I browsed the network.
Thank you.
[ She has no doubt. Wow, you have a lot of energy, Dawn. ]
I'm in said strange room.
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---they're gone. Well, mostly. And not really into the whole War-on-the-People thing anymore.
[Energy? She's made of energy. Like, kind of literally! (Well, she's not even sure anymore, the Mist does weird things.)]
I'm on my way. Maybe poke your head out the window when you hear the horn? Or. Well, I can make it hornless if you're all headachey. Can you give me coordinates?
[This is the sound of the the wagon's engine being started. It's only a little faster than walking, and some people (maybe even Dawn) could probably outrun it, but that's not the point. This is a Welcome Wagon.]
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But they were. Waging war on people.
[ Fun! What is this place, Dawn? ]
I don't have a headache.
[ She shares her coordinates, switching to text. What is that sound? ]
There are cars here?
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Just a little war. I don't remember any serious injuries - just property damage. And the stealing of gel pens. And Riza's dog, but that was---
Cars?
--not exactly. But the tunnelmen could probably make something! My friend Spike used to steal this badass motorcycle from his friend all the time. He took me riding on it in the ruins one ti---
---I mean don't go out there. The ruins are dangerous.
[Oh. Well, it's probably her foot, then. Or her shoulder. Or her neck?]
That's good. Maybe I should have brought bandages? Or a compress? Which part of you is inflamed?
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The rats stole gel pens.
The ruins are dangerous?
[ Oh, Dawn. it's her heart. that and immolation is burning to death but, sure. think she's...inflamed. ]
I'm all right now. The swelling went down, but thank you.
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