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[thefreeborn]

[Only after several moments of just bashing the communicator against something did it do anything interesting. She'd already poked her head out, and decided staying put in the choke was a good choice for now. On comes a severely rustic accent, drizzled with some complaints to scarcely cover up some shock...Ain't no sense in havin' a room like this

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[tyranteyes]

Its really not all that different from a small house, aside from the outside.

[thefreeborn]

[The hell? This little thing talk?]

'Fore I tell ya,..bout,..bout..
Where are you? You ain't here.

[Mostly illiterate and generally not-schooled hick speaking. The fact that he can talk messin' one hell of a storm in her.]

[tyranteyes]

No, I'm not. I'm talking to you though the little cellphone-like device. Hi.

[thefreeborn]

.Cellll phone? You mean this here thing? Why can't you just talk to me in person? Face to face gets whole lot more done.

[blastyouback]

Ain't gonna do you no good to complain, girlie.

[ohai similar accent.]

[thefreeborn]

Complainin' never did any good. But it sure as hell makes me feel a whole lot better.

Think you can stop bein' a smartass, and tell me where I am?

[blastyouback]

I could. But I ain't. Last I checked, that ain't how you ask nobody for nothing.

[thefreeborn]

And that ain't a howdy greetin' either, hidin' in a little thing to talk while I'm in a goddamn plant and jungle.

That ain't so civil, leavin' a woman in an artichoke. Don't deserve any politeness from her, so'far as I c'n tell.

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[abstinentzombie]

Why are you banging the damn thing around for? Are you a heathen?

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[thefreeborn]

Nice ta' see everyone in this damn thing has a healthy howdy-doo. Yeah, 'm a heathen. Got a problem, m'am?

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[abstinentzombie]

Yeah. So quit banging around your communicator. It's not a toy.

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[thefreeborn]

'Fraid I can't see what I'm doin' with this here thing is your business, m'am. Alls I can tell, damn thing is a toy.

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[knowsvinewhip]

[Despite being laid-up and half-dead from severe injuries... Hakkai can't quit the mothering just yet.]

... Are you having difficulty with your new accommodations?

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[thefreeborn]

That'd be putin' it lightly there, mister. 'pparently I ain't home anymore.

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[knowsvinewhip]

None of us are, I'm afraid... but these rooms aren't so difficult, once you figure out the mechanisms.

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[thefreeborn]

I-I know farmin', I don't no no mechanisms. I know the sun and the fiels, mister, not how to work this goddamn hunk a steel.