rule #1

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[Molly has found the journal.

'Calm' is not a good word for it. Neither is 'relaxed,' or 'adjusted,' or 'accepting,' but she is very good at putting on all four. Keeping her head is what keeps her alive.

She's gotten acquainted with the important bits: the magic, the wishes, the losses, the indefinite stay, the familiar faces. Also the really important bit: walkers. That is, lack thereof. Allegedly.

None of it seems real -- but then, options are limited.

She presses a crease into the corner of the journal's page with her thumbnail. The first thing it picks up is a mutter half to herself.]

Feet first, I guess.

[Then, louder:]

So, hey. Ain't I supposed to get a gift basket? That's what luxury places like this do, right? What kind of welcome wagon is this?

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Yeah. [It comes out on an exhale, a laugh fallen flat.] Sounds about right.

[threeweeksago]

And the most fucked up thing about that is... no matter how many people you lose, you can't stop caring. Right?

[After losing the people she did in the ways that happened, Ellie should be a total social recluse at this point. But here she is, marching on and attempting to make friends regardless.]

With the shit that goes down in worlds like ours, if you find someone you can trust, feels kinda hard to not latch onto 'em.

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[A pause.]

Wouldn't know. I've been on my own for a while.

[threeweeksago]

... Oh.

[Crap, Ellie feels bad now.] Shit, I'm sorry.

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Don't be. Turns out I do pretty well when it's just me I gotta worry about.

[threeweeksago]

Still... better off or not...

[She thought she was better off alone, before she met Riley. Before she started out on her adventure with Joel.]

Loneliness can still such major ass sometimes.

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[Talking about loneliness makes her a little uncomfortable. She isn't, not really, but she can't deny that it was nice to be around people who could actually talk back for once.

She could have had a place in Lee's group, maybe, but she gave that up for a reason. One that she's not about to hit Ellie with now.]

Well, going by all the pages in this thing, there's plenty of people around now.

[threeweeksago]

Plenty of people, plenty of headaches trying to understand just what the hell is going on when they talk about their "worlds". [She doesn't say that in a bad way, though. She sounds amused, if anything.]

I gotta say, it's pretty interesting hearing about places where those freaks don't exist at all.

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Yeah, still deciding how I feel on that one. Definitely going to take some getting used to.

[threeweeksago]

It does have some perks though, if you wanna look at the bright side. Probably won't be boring at all here, with all the weirdos running around.

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You got me there. This place isn't shy about cranking up the weird factor.

[threeweeksago]

No kidding. So what's the weirdest thing you've run into so far? I'm still stuck between "thousand year old elf" and Ben claiming that he's seen a talking dog.

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[of course ben would see a talking dog]

Both of you got me beat, then. I'm still stuck on the "magic kidnapping alien hotel."

[threeweeksago]

... "Alien"? You think this place is run by aliens?

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I don't know what it's run by, and from the sound of things neither does anyone else.

[A smidge defensive:]

They told me I was on a different world. It stuck, okay?

[threeweeksago]

Ehhhh, it's not that bizarre. I mean, it wasn't my first thought when I showed up here, but I do remember thinking at some point that all this "other world" shit made it seem like life on Mars or some shit was going to be the next thing these guys started talking about.

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If this place has been hiding out on Mars this whole time, NASA seriously dropped the ball on that one.

[threeweeksago]

... NASA?

[Oh goddamnit is this some pre-Infection thing...]

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[There's a pause while she frowns at the journal, confused -- and then she realizes. 20 years.

Shit. That's what's waiting for them. If they can last that long.

Her tone stays light.]

Cut off from the martians, huh? Makes sense, I guess. Not like we've talked to them since everything went to hell.

[HOW FAR CAN SHE PUSH THIS....]

[threeweeksago]

[Wha]

What the fuck are you talking about?

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NASA? The martians? They didn't pass any of that down at all?

[threeweeksago]

[OH SHE SEES HOW IT IS NOW]

You're totally fucking with me.

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[PLAY IT COOL....]

Nah, I'm just saying. It was a pretty big deal when it happened, but I guess you gotta pick and choose what's "big" enough after the world ends.

[threeweeksago]

Bullshit. If something like that really happened, not even the end of the world would be able to shut people up!

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Don't know what to tell you, kid.

[There's an edge of amusement in her voice.]