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[gotacigarette]

Not to put too fine a point on it, but Eden's pissed off. Babe won't even look at her, none of her clothes fit, she needs to shave and Nelson's being just as clingy as usual. She sits on the compound steps, feet stretched out on the sandy soil and Nelson curled up on one thigh. She's smoking her third cigarette in a row

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[resident_alice]

It'd been a weird morning. The island was probably up to its old tricks, but so far Alice hadn't bothered to find out which ones. She was headed to the Compound for breakfast, and on the steps she found...huh. A chain-smoker to rival Eden. Sometimes, Alice wondered where the woman got all her cigarettes, but she decided in the end that she really didn't want to know. They were probably made out of banana leaves or something.

While she didn't recognize the man, Alice recognized the kitten with him, and she stopped for a moment to stare.

"Does Eden know you've got her cat?" she asked bluntly. Maybe she'd given it away. Maybe Babe had. It couldn't hurt to ask.

But curiosity killed the cat, as they always said...

[resident_alice]

Alice didn't have any response for that. She just frowned.

She was way out of her depth when it came to love. Guys who even came close to being someone she could care about that much usually died before anything had the chance to happen. Her last relationship had been with Spence Parks, for God's sake, and he'd ended up a traitor. A traitor who had brought about the apocalypse, no less.

"I guess it's hard to say it to someone who turns out not to be who you thought they were," she said, her eyes slightly unfocused. She probably wasn't talking about Eden and Babe. Probably.

[gotacigarette]

"And the bastard thing about that is that I still feel exactly like I bloody well ought to." Eden grimaces. "Fuck it. It's not going to last, right? Let's fucking talk about something else."