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[fragmentedimago]

[There's a guy, leaning outside the mess hall this evening, just watching people going in and out, the expression on his face vaguely discontent. He's also smoking like a chimney, discarding the butts at his feet.]

...Something's wrong with this place.

[But mostly, he's silently calling someone...]

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What makes you say that?

[brokenclover]

Where are you from?

[fragmentedimago]

Tokyo.

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Me, too. There are quite a few of us here from Japan, actually.

[fragmentedimago]

I wonder why.

[brokenclover]

I have no idea. The Director isn't very forthcoming with . . . much of anything, really.

[fragmentedimago]

What does she do with everyone?

[brokenclover]

Keeps us here? We don't have any contact with her, but I think it's safe to assume she knows what goes on.

[fragmentedimago]

That's all...?

[brokenclover]

Generally! I can't tell if the viruses are something she controls or whether it's just this place, though.

[fragmentedimago]

And viruses too. I see. This is quite a place.

[brokenclover]

Mm, but I don't think it's that bad.

[fragmentedimago]

No?

[brokenclover]

No.

[fragmentedimago]

Why? Though I agree with you.

[brokenclover]

It's definitely a strange place, not that home wasn't either. But there's more good for me here that outweighs any of the bad. And my most important people are with me, which helps. If I was alone, things would most likely be very different. Besides, it's kind of neat being able to experience a lot of what goes on here.