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[burbonmilkshake]

Faye is sitting in her apartment, scribbling in a notebook, the door open. Occassionally she looks out the window and sighs.

She's botherable. Really.

Faye hates being lonely.

(ooc: Occassionally may be slowtimed.)

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[dead_comrade]

And there is a lack of loneliness, because there is a lot of mercenary!

Krauser was passing by when he heard the sound of a pen moving across a notebook. He's now standing in the doorframe, having just knocked.

"Evening. Is that one of the Books of Dangers?" He gets right to the point.

[burbonmilkshake]

She looks up. "Book of what? No, this is my personal journal."

[dead_comrade]

"Book of Dangers. Basically, notebooks in which people outline the hazards of the worlds they're from. Our thinking is: enough friends we know drop in for enemies to enter too. Some of them aren't in 202. I was wondering who had them."

[burbonmilkshake]

"Um. No, I don't have any. And the only things I'd have to enter would be things like murderers, rapists, and the like." She looks up at him and swallows.

"Give me..." She clears her throat. "Give me an example of some of the things listed?"

[asphodelusalbus]

Lily's walking the halls, but she stops at the sigh and pokes her head around the door.

"Hullo. You all right?"

[burbonmilkshake]

"I'm... I'm as okay as I can be." She offers her hand. "Faye Whitaker. Come on in."

[asphodelusalbus]

"Lily Evans." She shakes hands and goes to sit on the bed. "I've been here for months now - almost since the start. You're new, I'm rather guessing?"

[burbonmilkshake]

"Just been here a few days, yeah." She smiles a little. "So you've seen everything, haven't you?"