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[scaler]

[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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[willrememberthat]

[She giggles.]

Do you like Paradisa so far?

[scaler]

Still need to see everything before I decide, but so far so good.

[willrememberthat]

What have you seen so far?

[scaler]

Let's see. [She ticks things off on her fingers.] The food, the view. The rooms upstairs, most of the rooms down here. Beds, showers, working lights.

I heard there's a pool, might go there next.

[willrememberthat]

The pool is fun. All of us should go!

[scaler]

[Now there's a mental image.

She laughs.]

Yeah, maybe we should. That'd be something, huh?

[willrememberthat]

[inb4 ben drowns]

Yeah, I bet it would be a lot of fun for everyone. I hope they can all swim.

[scaler]

Even if they can't, well, that's what the shallow end's for.