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[ When she does address the network, Isobel has a cool, yet calculating, maybe even friendly? Smile. Because, not long after waking up, survival mode kicked in. She's perused the Forge. She doesn’t see signs of Klaus. But she recognizes three people. No, Matt, you're not getting a shoutout. ]

Hello, Anatole.

[ She looks off to the side. ]There

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[stopkissingme]

[Private FOREVER. Damon can see it though.]

[Oh shit. Noooo. She's going to mess everything up. She remembers you, Isobel.] Yeah, I remember you.

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[ Private with Damon, then. ]

[ Oh. Nifty trick. There she is. Isobel's smiling, Caroline. Hopefully, you'll be useful. So... ]

Fill me in. I want to know everything.

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Figure it out yourself. You're good at that.

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I don't remember you being this uncooperative. Did I catch you on a bad day?

[ Seriously. Choose your words wisely, Caroline. Her nice tone hasn't disappeared but there's an edge, there. An underlying threat. ]

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[ Forever! ]

[ She's not stupid. He shouldn't be being so helpful. Something's going on. But, for the time being, she wants to see him. At least someone is agreeable. And a few good memories float through her mind. Good ones. A bad one. She doesn't feel like being 'ripped to bits.' But, Elena isn't here. ]

And a second blast from the not so recent past. All right. I'll play. Let's chat. Did you have somewhere in mind?

[ Because she's new. But, she can find her way... ]

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And I didn't even mean to be predictable.

[ Are there foreclosures in this strangely Victorian setting? Probably not. ]

You know how I like privacy.

[ Her hand comes to her necklace and she begins to play with it. ]

I feel like stretching my legs. How far away are these ruins.

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[lestrangestone]

[Her mirror's long been broken, but the idea of it, the remembrance of bits of it -fragments- cause her to pause in her duties (she is dusting off a book) and regard the screen.]

Overrun with rabbits, Anatole. And cats.

[Though the latter's weaving its heavy body between her feet, almost as if it literally is trying to keep her on her toes. Oh, and that last part - that earns a very narrow gaze. A few months ago and she might have smiled.]

Oh, yes. It does.

[...]

Is it your last memory?

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Vermin. Running through the streets or forests?

[ A few months ago, Isobel would be cheerier. More playful. Her air is still playful. Curious. Very understated.

And it connects that - a flippant remark regarding what she is shouldn't be taken lightly. ]

My last nightmare. [ It might has well have been a distant memory. But, she sees something in you, Bellatrix. ] Isobel Flemming.

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[sonvisage]

Does it?

[Shrug. It didn't look like a picnic when she'd seen it happen to her other self - but let's not get into that.]

Alice Comes to Anatole? Or maybe Alice: Through One Door or Another. The adventures first… explanations take such a dreadful time.

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In dreams.

[ Intriguing. But, Isobel doesn't read minds. Shame. ]

I'm a little old for Alice. At one time, maybe. [ But, Alice grew up. And became a vampire. And pushed all humanity to the back of her mind. ] But, explanations are so helpful. I like people who are helpful.

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[girl_unlocking]

No so much a rabbit hole as a dimensional Door, but the idea's pretty much the same. No talking cards or rabbits with watches, though. But we did have rats with guns!

You know Damon? That's cool. He's pretty cool, too. Damon, I mean. Which is good because it's always good to know people when you get punted through a crank Door into a new place.

Which is Anatole, and duh, you already know that because you've read the thing, I guess? Or talked to people. So welco---

[Did she just say inflammation? Oh, no! She doesn't sound hurt. That's really brave - stiff upper lippy, but not the Sebastian-y British kind. Maybe it's her ankle - she could have twisted it. Or hit her head! In any case, inflammation is so not good, so she's looking around through the random stuff that sometimes goes into welcome baskets.]

---o-oh. Oh.. Just a sec---

(Sewing kits, breath mints, oh ...here we go! Isobel, your basket is getting ibupofen. Which she is now going to deliver, because you're possibly hurt.]Welcome to Anatole

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Rats with guns?

Damon and I are old friends. I browsed the network.

Thank you.

[ She has no doubt. Wow, you have a lot of energy, Dawn. ]

I'm in said strange room.

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They had dynamite, too---

---they're gone. Well, mostly. And not really into the whole War-on-the-People thing anymore.

[Energy? She's made of energy. Like, kind of literally! (Well, she's not even sure anymore, the Mist does weird things.)]

I'm on my way. Maybe poke your head out the window when you hear the horn? Or. Well, I can make it hornless if you're all headachey. Can you give me coordinates?

[This is the sound of the the wagon's engine being started. It's only a little faster than walking, and some people (maybe even Dawn) could probably outrun it, but that's not the point. This is a Welcome Wagon.]

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But they were. Waging war on people.

[ Fun! What is this place, Dawn? ]

I don't have a headache.

[ She shares her coordinates, switching to text. What is that sound? ]

There are cars here?