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[madrassa]

[The image clicks on and Inara is holding the camera behind her as she flees. What appear to be a pack of six unbelievably floppy, adorable, blood-soaked wolpertingers in pursuit of a panting, gasping subject. She sounds more than a little distressed.]

Hello? Hello? Please -- anyone. I'm heading for the nearest sign of civilization, and I pray, ah

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[tereteindahouse]

Uuuh. You're new in hell is my guess and you're being chased by an adorable freak of nature? Man, what the hell is that?

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[madrassa]

[Inara is safely planted in her hiding spot behind a small cluster of rocks. Gathering her wits for a moment, she finally checks the pad and responds quietly.]

New? In hell? I-- my apologies, but I don't understand.

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[tereteindahouse]

Uuuh. You know Hell? The underworld? The place where dead people go except we're really living?

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[madrassa]

I'm not familiar, which seems to be an unfortunate deficit to have at this particular moment.

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[tereteindahouse]

R-right. Maybe you should focus on running like hell first?