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TDM 015: IT'S ALWAYS SUNNY IN PARADISE

TDM 015: IT'S ALWAYS SUNNY IN PARADISE



00. Arrival





You come out of the water, the Nameless Island's own inherent energy drawing people in. It's like being suspended between realities and abruptly pushed from behind through a rift in dimensions. It may make you sick, or that might be the motion of the ocean, lifting you to the surface and carrying you to shore.

Waterlogged and covered in sand, new arrivals will be greeted by robots who welcome them with towels and bracelet devices. The A5 card is already loaded up. If you don’t manage to get away from them quickly enough, they may even usher you toward the Laid Bare Spa, where new arrivals will be offered free massages, a sauna, hairstyling, and their clothing may come up permanently missing. But you will be given a complimentary towel to leave with if needed!

Feel free to explore the Island, though there isn’t much to see beyond what arrivals before you have helped to rebuild. Most of the buildings are abandoned and in dire need of repair, and beyond the city lingers a thick fog that obscures much of the wilderness from view. Wander too far into this fog, and you will find yourself mysteriously looping back to where you began, your memories of what you were doing and how you got there erased.

With that in mind, it may be wise to stake your claim on a place to live in the now, whether a rundown apartment in the City, a tent on the beach, a bed in the barracks, or your own space at the House of Worship. Your inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each person's makeshift home.



I. Beach Episode





Welcome to your beautiful and sunny island paradise, Erku! ...wait, it's sunny? That's right! For about two weeks, the Island will enjoy unusually warm and clear weather, just perfect for enjoying the cool waters of the beach. Don't swim out too far, however, lest you stray into hazardous choppy waters or get lost in the fog that still lingers beyond the peaceful cove. Just stay close, and you're golden! Once again, friendly robots have erected beachside food stalls for grilling fish and crabs, and encourage any enterprising Islanders to help hawk foods for credits.

If gutting and cleaning fish isn't your forte, however, never fear. The robots are recruiting for a very important task! You see, they have very thoughtfully set up swimming and snorkeling lessons for any Islanders who are doubting their skills at staying afloat, or who just want to have some fun in the waves. There is only one complication: the robots are too heavy to swim.

Enter, you! Earn credits by instructing your fellow Islanders in the marvels of the ocean. Not just swimming and snorkeling, but also fishing, clam digging, and sand castle art - among other things - are valuable skills you can sell.



II. Sand Sport





For the more competitive sort, the robots of Erku are happy to share a bit of culture from the planet's ancient past: wet sand wrestling! Volunteers (or any innocent Islander roped off the beach by an enthusiastic 'bot) don their skimpiest swimwear and duke it out for dominance in the wet sand by trying to throw their opponent outside of a ring. Knock-outs count as an automatic lose, so be careful! Oh, and no worries if you aren't particularly strong. Before the match, competitors are offered a a special drink - simply named "The Creamy" - an ancient recipe which is said to temporarily increase your strength and vitality. One shot of this, and anyone could take on Goliath! (And not just in a fight.)

By the way… those who lose the competition are mysteriously compelled to accompany the victor for the day, waiting on them hand and foot, anticipating and fulfilling their needs before they are spoken. Did the 'bots forget to mention that?



III. Graciously Given Gifts





While swimming in the nude is completely acceptable on the Island, the robots know that many residents still (for some reason) value their modesty. That is why they are happy to encourage beachside revelry and communion by making sure scanty swimwear is readily available to Islanders who are in need of something to cover up with - while still showing off your assets, of course. Islanders may purchase for themselves, but they are especially encouraged to gift swimwear to their fellow Islanders... in fact, any swimwear to be given as a gift is free! Not only is it a lovely gesture to let a friend or lover know you appreciate their body, but also, swimwear received as a gift is said to be very good luck in wet sand wrestling competitions.

Naturally, the robots are sensitive to the emotional needs of their organic charges, and thus they wouldn't want any new, recent, or less personable arrivals to the Island to feel left out for not receiving gifts. That's why some Islanders will find surprise swimsuits in pretty gift wrap sitting on their literal or metaphorical doorstep… addressed with love from a random Islander! With thoughtfully written messages included, of course, usually complimenting the recipient's figure in graphic and/or poetic terms.

If you have any manners, surely you'll find these mystery admirers and thank them for the lovely gift! (If you're really a person of culture, maybe you'll even show it off for them.)



N A V I G A T I O N

bestswordmaster: (postskip I have questions)

[personal profile] bestswordmaster 2021-07-20 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
Fortunately, Felix cares about Linhardt's opinion of him about as much as Linhardt cares about his, which is to say, not much at all. So moving on is easy!

He blinks. Byleth backing Edelgard? That sounds completely ridiculous, but so does everything else he's heard today, and as far as he knows Linhardt has no reason to lie about that. And Seteth is from a Fodlan in which Byleth helped Claude. What implications does that have for the war itself? Felix can hardly imagine.

Linhardt, please, have mercy on this poor Faerghan jock, he doesn't even know what a universe is. He narrows his eyes with slight suspicion at this display of what's in the bag, but at least his sword still stays where it is.

He gives Linhardt a blank look. "I take it that's...far." He shakes his head. "Where I come from, the Professor is with us. Faerghus. Last moon we retook Fhirdiad. Then we marched to Derdriu to help Claude keep you people from conquering Leicester."
socialjusticeknight: (that I'm never changing who I am)

[personal profile] socialjusticeknight 2021-07-20 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
Oh no. Why. Why him?

“Have you not been giving the introductory spiel from the robots, then?”

He hopes Felix says he has. Though he doesn’t seem to remember, last time Ashe had to explain things to him it ended very awkwardly for them both. He isn’t excited to repeat it.

But he will if he must. He steels himself.
frenchkiss: (I can break out to keep up with her)

[personal profile] frenchkiss 2021-07-20 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
Good to see you, too, Aby.

[ No humor is lost from his voice as he stops nearby, one hand resting on his hip as he tries to translate the view of her he's seeing. It's been nearly a year and she is a sight for sore eyes, for better or worse.

God help the dicks of this unknown land. They're in for trouble of the worst kind. ]


And just how long was 'long enough'? When did you wash ashore?
crestsidestory: (38)

this is fine

[personal profile] crestsidestory 2021-07-20 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
Oh.

His initial shock is surprising, and it's clearly not shock that the robots might consider her a fitting opponent for this. Felix was at the diner for their wine-drenched game of Never Have I Ever, she is certain of that much, but is this not the same Felix?

It is no matter. They will do this, and quickly. And if they are fortunate there will be no future reason to roll around in the sand together.

"I trust that you will not make this easy for me."

She indulges him in a moment or two of circling, sizing him up coolly despite their relative state of undress. She has every intention of physically besting him but she realizes that she may be able to fluster him if she finds herself in a pinch, especially if he is a new arrival and still taken aback by so much skin-to-skin contact.

But she is at her best when she charges ahead and doesn't allow the enemy a moment to gather their wits, so he doesn't have long to wait before does just that, ponytail whipping out as she closes the distance. Her arms wrap around him in an attempt to curtail the use of his own and one leg slips neatly between his, foot planting behind him in an effort to throw off his balance and make him easier to direct backward toward the ring's boundary.
bestswordmaster: (postskip what have i done)

[personal profile] bestswordmaster 2021-07-20 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
Someone who should be long since dead. Felix almost misses the rest of what Seteth says, his mind snagging on this. Anyone could be here, then. Anyone at all. ...Rodrigue could be here. Glenn could be here. His mother, or King Lambert...anyone.

He manages to catch up in time to hear that they can't get home, because as far as this place is concerned, home doesn't exist. That's horrifying enough, but then...

"...Claude? You fought for the Alliance?"

So this Seteth in front of him doesn't remember being there to talk him through things when Rodrigue died. Doesn't remember celebrating with them in Fhirdiad, or meeting up at the monastery and finding the professor, or...any of those other conversations they've had over the past year.

Felix knows that it's stupid to view this as some kind of betrayal. Seteth is the same person, regardless of whether the Church backed Leicester or Faerghus. He seems to remember enough at least to still have some interest in Felix as a person, if he bothered to come over here and start all this. But it still feels wrong.

He tries to shove that feeling away. "I...you're correct. In my war, you fight with us. Not Claude. How can both of those things be true?"
impostersyndrome: (rattle this ghost house)

sand sport

[personal profile] impostersyndrome 2021-07-20 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
Now wait, hold on, I don’t want to-

[That’s Prompto’s voice, as he gets dragged by a robot from the crowd watching and toward the ring, kicking and trying to pull away. He’s wearing a tight pair of swim trunks and he doesn’t seem at all happy about being volunteered.]

I’m really not much of a hand-to-hand guy, I’m more ranged, you know? So please don’t- guh!

[Too late; he’s here, and the robots are gesturing emphatically at Abigail. She may not look like much, but at this point Prompto knows better than to take anyone lightly. Especially since from what he can tell, she’s been cleaning house.

Great. He’s going to die. His dodging skills are great but he can only do so much.

He sort of waves awkwardly at Abigail.]


Uh… haha, hey. Guess we’re doing this, then…
bestswordmaster: (postskip losing patience)

[personal profile] bestswordmaster 2021-07-20 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
"Robots? You mean the automata? Hmph. As if I'd listen to anything they had to say." Felix makes a disgusted face. "As far as I can tell, we're they're prisoners. I've no obligation to heed them."

He peers a little closer at Ashe's expression. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
socialjusticeknight: (it's time to begin)

[personal profile] socialjusticeknight 2021-07-20 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
Ah. It is up to him. Sothis preserve him…

“Well, yes and no… I don’t think the robots- the automata can do much about our situation. Things are up to the Augur.”

But this is all semantics. And stalling. Here he goes.

“You see, they want us to… help restore life to this world. And to do that, we’re expected to… well.”

He’s blushing again.

Lay with each other. In certain ways. You should have a card - we all do.”
magitek_dragoon: (Let's do this)

[personal profile] magitek_dragoon 2021-07-20 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
His words brought a cocky grin to her face. "And deprive all of these people of a show?"

She really didn't care about giving the people watching a show, but she also wasn't one to back down from a fight. She looked him over as he did her. Trevor didn't appear to be much bigger than one of Noctis' guardians, Gladio, and she thought that she could probably take him. She doubted her own skills at hand-to-hand combat, but she kept it off of her face. Can't let him see her unease.

"I'm not one to back down either. I'm Aranea."
dadministrator: (pic#14348575)

[personal profile] dadministrator 2021-07-20 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't claim to understand it entirely. But you could think of it like this: it doesn't matter where or when we are, we can still be brought together like this in spite of that. The fact that we can come from different times means there are opportunities for people to make different decisions, decisions that can have serious consequences on the flow of history."

It's as he'd imagined, then. Felix had stood behind Dimitri, then. Of course he had. No matter what animosity the man bore his prince--his king--, that alone hadn't been enough to sever the bonds between them. And just as he'd thought, Felix remembers him as an ally, one surely supporting Dimitri just as wholeheartedly as he had served Claude.

He himself had played no part in the decision of who to ally himself with; he had been no closer to Dimitri than he had been to Claude, during their Academy days. He hadn't known that anyone would show up at Garreg Mach, when he had returned after five grueling years of combing the countryside. That Claude--or Dimitri, assuming circumstances had been roughly similar--and his classmates had returned to the monastery and been willing to lend the Knights their strength was an unexpected blessing, nothing short of a miracle.

Still..... he can understand how it might feel, hearing that his own allegiances lie elsewhere. It must seem he's abandoned them. Seteth reaches out to cover one of Felix's hands with his own, warm and callused, a smaller gesture than he'd like to offer. But Felix probably wouldn't appreciate anything too overt, would he?

"In our case, it seems that the most important difference is who the Professor chose to teach. You all made a promise to reunite for the Millennium Festival, didn't you? It seems that no matter who gathered that day, I was there to greet them."
bestswordmaster: (postskip >:D)

[personal profile] bestswordmaster 2021-07-20 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Not in the least. And I don't intend to lose."

Felix hasn't even really considered their state of undress yet, too caught up in the opportunity to personally fight the Emperor without having to worry about whatever Dimitri might be doing to get his fool self killed at any given moment. Which, of course, means that Edelgard is 100% correct in her assessment, unbeknownst to him.

She charges forward, and in an instant he's moving to meet her in the middle. He's larger than she is, but he's seen her handle weapons almost bigger than either of them; she may have him beat in raw strength despite her size. So he plays to his own strengths, instead--he's always been quick and evasive, and while that certainly won't work forever in a contest like this where the goal is more than just survival, it's a good way to set himself up for counterstrikes.

He pivots as she moves to grab him, aiming to use her own momentum against her, but the foot she plants trips him up just enough that she still manages to trap one of his arms and foil his plan. In retaliation, he grabs at that long ponytail of hers, trying to yank her back by the hair to gain some control over her movements and unbalance her enough to hopefully push her back.
bestswordmaster: (postskip blush WTF)

[personal profile] bestswordmaster 2021-07-20 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
"The Augur?"

Help restore life to the world, huh? Well, from what little Felix has seen of it so far, it does seem to need such a restoration, but he certainly didn't volunteer to do it. And wouldn't have, given the choice. He's about to say so when Ashe goes on.

It takes Felix a few seconds to fully parse it. Once he does, his face heats up and he takes half a step back out of pure instinct. "Excuse me? What--I don't have any kind of card, what are you talking about?"

Maybe he misinterpreted what Ashe meant. That has to be it. Right?
bestswordmaster: (postskip look away)

[personal profile] bestswordmaster 2021-07-20 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
Different decisions. Felix feels as though he's made a thousand important decisions over the last five years, and yet in some ways he feels as though he's made none at all that weren't already decided for him long ago. He hates the thought that he might now need to confront choices already made and try to predict what might have happened if things had gone differently. He loathes revisiting the past, no matter how much it might still haunt him despite his every effort. Will he need to do this with everyone here that he knows from Fodlan?

He stiffens at the sudden physical contact and almost pulls his hand away. As much as he's relied on Seteth's wisdom and experience in his personal life, the man doesn't usually touch him. It's rare that anyone touches him outside of training or battle; occasionally Sylvain or Mercedes, but that's about it.

But he does have great respect for Seteth, and it's clearly not malicious or threatening, and...not that he'd admit it, but it does serve to make him feel a little better. Like Seteth still...is making an effort to reach out to him, despite their divergent histories.

So he doesn't move, nor does he acknowledge the contact. He just listens, and nods. "We did. So in the Fodlan you remember, the Professor taught the Golden Deer? And it was they who met up at the monastery and drove those bandits out, not us?"

Then what happened to Dimitri? He doesn't voice the question. Not now. Later, maybe.

"But the Alliance has barely made a single move. They were teetering on the edge of a civil war until recently, and now Claude's dropped the entire country in Dimitri's lap and left the continent."
magitek_dragoon: (Hmm)

Aranea Highwind || Final Fantasy XV

[personal profile] magitek_dragoon 2021-07-20 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
Arrival

Aranea spent far too long laying in the sand, trying to relearn how to breathe. Her armor may be light, but it had nearly killed her. When she finally had the strength, she sat up and looked around. She certainly wasn't home anymore. It was far too bright. She grumbled a bit as she worked at the fastenings of her armor. She was still a bit weak, but it didn't appear that she would be in a fight anytime soon.

"Now that I've taken care of that, I should figure out where in the hell I'm at."

She picked up her armor and started to head in the general direction that she saw people.

Beach Episode

It didn't take long for her to find a place to store her armor and find some more appropriate beach wear. She had chosen a more modest swim suit, a simple black tankini. She didn't mind showing off her body, but she didn't like how little most of the other options she had covered. She had also found some dark glasses to cover her eyes. The sun was still a bit bright.

She found a place to sit outside of one of the food vendors and started to watch the people around her. She still didn't understand what was going on, but she might as well make the best of the situation.
socialjusticeknight: (cause after all)

[personal profile] socialjusticeknight 2021-07-20 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
Ashe holds up his hands like Felix is a startled horse he’s trying to calm.

“You didn’t get… ah, well, let me just show you mine…”

He reaches for his bracelet, then, and pulls up the A5 app, which he then displays to Felix - his cheeks still bright with embarrassment, given that is shows the things he’s done and has yet to do.
Edited 2021-07-20 05:33 (UTC)
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[personal profile] dadministrator 2021-07-20 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
That sudden tension is inevitable; Felix could hardly be called a warm or expressive man by any stretch of the imagination. For that matter, very few people would consider him one either, would they? But that doesn't mean they shouldn't try. It doesn't mean that he cares any less, just because Felix and his friends hadn't been the ones to become his comrades. It was just..... luck, that was all. One simple promise he'd either made and kept, or hadn't even considered, and nothing more.

But Felix doesn't pull away or push back, so Seteth allows himself to simply be there in whatever capacity the man will allow, nodding in agreement. "A fair assessment--but for us, an incomplete one. Claude felt it was worth the risk to strike at the root of that conflict directly, rather than stretch ourselves thin attempting to quell the Alliance's in-fighting. Between the support of like-minded Alliance lords, and the Knights of Seiros, there was enough power behind his schemes to cut a path to Enbarr itself."

Seteth offers Felix a faint, incredulous smile. It sounds ridiculous to put their campaign into so few words, doesn't it? But leaving the Kingdom's resistance and Alliance's simmering civil unrest intact had done a fair bit to ensure that the Empire had been forced to concentrate on fighting on multiple fronts. What in the world could have driven Claude to flee Fodlan entirely? Had he just..... given up on the Alliance, and retreated to Almyra? Put his faith in Dimitri, after seeing him rally the people to rebel?

"Even a single misstep would have been suicide, using such a small force to try and pierce the heart of the Empire. But those gambles paid off. For me, at least, the war is over."
discountlan: Icon Made By Yours Truly (If it weren't for the Yiling Patriarch D)

01. Beach Day!

[personal profile] discountlan 2021-07-20 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
Su Minshan was still doing his best to gather his bearings in this strange land. His few days spent here at least enough to muster out the sheer shock and disgust he had first felt when he initially caught news of this strange foreign land's customs and cultures. But still, how everyone dressed-- the sheer amount of skin! Had no one any shame here?!

He just happened to be doing his best not to gawk at each of the people who passed him. But the strain in his expression was fairly apparent. His face seeming unsure which color to take, for embarrassment disgust and horror tended to do different things, and he was feeling a mix of everything at once.

Thank goodness there were at least some 'normal' stalls mixed among the strange ones. Food, trinkets, jewelry, but what really caught his eye was the small weapons stand that seemed to be shoved among them.

"Hah, you call these weapons?" There was an odd amount of humor in his voice as he looked the items over. Sure, some of them could perhaps do some harm but, bits of shells? Rough stones? Why these all felt so quickly put together. "Don't you have any metal daggers? And what about swords? Surely a weapons stand like this must sell swords."
bestswordmaster: (postskip pained)

[personal profile] bestswordmaster 2021-07-20 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
Felix peers at whatever it is Ashe is showing him like he expects it to bite him. He is very unfamiliar with most of what's listed here, and might not have even quite understood the context if it weren't for a few squares on this card that make it extremely obvious.

He has yet to stop blushing like an idiot, either, and once he's read each square, he shakes his head. "Disgusting. You don't intend to actually do any of these...things, do you? Why does anyone go along with this absolute farce of a kidnapping?"

Never mind that Felix is here teaching people to slice watermelons with a sword like a fool for exactly the same reasons. Still...there are degrees.
cash_first: (04)

[personal profile] cash_first 2021-07-20 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Excuse me?" She snapped, eyes going to the man that had walked up to her table. She hadn't intended to be mistaken for an actual stall selling things. She had just set herself up at a table to do something. She was bored out of her mind and she didn't have access to the proper tools that she needed to make true weapons.

"This ain't nothin' but a kids toy. These assholes won't let me set up a true shop 'cause I'm too new and don't have tha 'credits' needed ta get the right supplies. They wouldn't even let me show 'em how a true weapon smith can work," she said as she stood up. She was a rather odd sight to see on the beach. Her top half was covered by partial welding leathers and her bottom half was barely covered by some cut off shorts.

She was still rather heated as she did her best not to get right in Su Minshan's face. She took a couple of deep breaths and sat back down. "Besides, I'm more of a gunsmith than a sword maker."
holeyjudgment: (Little Pickpocket)

II

[personal profile] holeyjudgment 2021-07-20 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
Um, I'm sorry? I think I have to throw you out.

[ This slim, sweet cutie with giant blonde hair, and a white one piece - not unlike what she likes wearing back home, but with a much deeper cut down between her lacking assets, and a tighter cut around her backside. ]

Should we drink the, um, drink they gave us?
chariotsofcarbonfiber: (Questions That Need Answering)

00

[personal profile] chariotsofcarbonfiber 2021-07-20 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
Well Emi already got a towel, and she appreciated it, given that she'd had to find her damn prosthetic legs and then get them and herself cleaned off and dried off enough to put them on. Now she was awkwardly tromping through the sand, unsure of heading further in but annoyed at the troubles of walking in sand.

But hey, at least she hadn't come as close to drowning as this guy. "Oof. ...get it all out. Take your time dude," she said, at least trying to sound comforting to her fellow new arrival.

"You know this really oughta be a dream, right?" Obviously, she'd never seen this man before, but it was really too outrageous not to be.
chariotsofcarbonfiber: All but two keywords are names of scenes from Emi's route (Morning Run)

beech

[personal profile] chariotsofcarbonfiber 2021-07-20 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
"You look like you're settling in nicely." Emi was pretty sure she'd seen this woman from a bit of a distance away back on the beach, anyways; and she was already chilling. Of course Emi had taken a swimsuit as well, a tiny green little bikini with black stripes that didn't look completely flattering with how petite she was. But it was... fine. It was fine.
bestswordmaster: (postskip contemplative)

[personal profile] bestswordmaster 2021-07-20 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
The war is over. Seteth says it so simply, like one might turn the final page of a book and reach its end, just like that. Felix can hardly imagine the war's end. What will he even do with himself when it's over? Take up his father's title and retire from the field to play bureaucrat? Eugh.

He arches a brow, hearing about Claude's dangerous schemes, gambles that nevertheless apparently won them the war. He never knew Claude well, and never really cared to, but the man's political savvy over the last five years has impressed even Felix, who knows and cares little for politics to begin with.

"It certainly sounds like Claude's kind of war. High risk, high reward. He's an unconventional tactician who'll do anything to win. I can respect that."

He thinks back on their own campaign so far. More of a shitshow, really. "We started off with a small force, as well. Once we found Dimitri at Garreg Mach, my father and Gilbert insisted he rally what was left of the Kingdom behind the true king, with you and the Knights of Seiros as our allies, but he was a pathetic mess of a man. In no condition to rally or rule anything."

Felix scowls just remembering it all. "So he made us push into the Empire with our depleted forces for the sake of his mindless revenge. Wasting resources and lives on pointless slaughter. It wasn't until my father gave his life to save Dimitri's that he pulled his head out of his ass and reclaimed his throne. We still might have struggled if it wasn't for Claude requesting aid to repel the Empire's invasion of Leicester. Afterward, he remerged the Alliance with the Kingdom under Dimitri's rule, handed over his relic, and flew off to Goddess knows where."

He shrugs. "We were planning to go back to Garreg Mach and regroup for the final push to Enbarr. Then I washed ashore here."
magitek_dragoon: (Chit chat)

[personal profile] magitek_dragoon 2021-07-20 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Looks can be deceiving, kid," Aranea said with a small smile as she looked over at Emi. "I'm just taking some time to get used to all of this."

She motioned around them and shook her head a little bit. This place was a lot to get used to. Especially with what they wanted everyone to do. "Its a lot to get used to. Freaking out over it won't help. It won't get me back home any faster."
chariotsofcarbonfiber: (Questions That Need Answering)

[personal profile] chariotsofcarbonfiber 2021-07-20 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
"That's how I'm looking at it. It's... kind of how I'm not just curling up in a ball and screaming, actually?" That sounded like a good idea at first, but why suffer and be tired and have a sore throat?

So she was at least meandering around, trying to not be too freaked out here. "I don't know where to even start getting outta here though."

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