[The feed clicks on as the NV hits the ground, apparently dropped, bouncing once before clattering to a halt on the barren dirt. The only thing currently in view is someone's feet--expensive-looking black and white shoes-- and suddenly a few startlingly large liquid beads of crimson drop onto the otherwise monochromatic attire.]
I'm here. How am I
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[Well, that's where he last remembers being, anyways.]
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Yeah, you're not exactly there anymore.
Look, can you describe where you are right now?
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...Ramona... showed up. Helped me out.
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Ramona? [Said with some familiarity, it wasn't too long ago since she helped Ramona get settled in.]
How you holding up?
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[There's a sound that suggests a shrug.]
Could be worse, could be a whole hell of a lot better. Not dying any more though.
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Yeah, I was kind of hoping you'd stop that dying. So, uh, welcome to Sirens Port?
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Hm. Siren's Port, huh? Maybe you can answer some of my questions.
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I've been here almost a year by now, sure.
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Wait. Run that by me again. A year?
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Yeeeeeeeaaaaaaaah.
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If we could, it'd be a LOT quieter here.
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Well, honey. What exactly is keeping everybody here then?
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The Pull, apparently. That bigassed Core that got you here.
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