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[devoutish]

[He thinks his fingers may be losing that contest right now.]

Who's winning?

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[plundering]

Good question. I can't give you a list, but Alphonse Elric—that guy listed on the guide—has been here since day one. So that's about four months.

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[devoutish]

I found his name written on a wall.

permaprivate!

[plundering]

Yeah, a couple of people do that. Letting people know where they are at all times.

[Which Fiona thinks is stupid, but whatever.]

But hey, if you ever need a daring rescue, you know who to message.

permaprivate!

[devoutish]

[She gets the most noncommittal mmph in response to that.]

Why write it on the walls when we've all got these?

[plundering]

Good question.

[Oh, right, network stuff.]

Just so you know, anything we say on the network can be seen by the admin, even if it's made private.

[devoutish]

And who's that?

[plundering]

You're full of head scratchers, aren't you? We don't know that, either. It seems like she's in charge, but she isn't exactly talkative.

[devoutish]

Could she be our captor?

[plundering]

Sounds like it. She has a lot of neat tricks, too—paralyzing us, making us pass out. You know, the usual.

[devoutish]

Hmph. Not the sort you'd want reading your private correspondence.

[plundering]

That's what I'm getting at. Do you have a name?

[devoutish]

Solomons. You?

[plundering]

Fiona. You should read the guide if you haven't.

[devoutish]

Fiona; all right. Alfie Solomons.

[He can do first names, too.]

Captain Rogers' guide, or the one about anomalies?

[plundering]

Better to read everything you can get your hands on, right?

[devoutish]

Better than wandering around blind.

[plundering]

Exactly.

[Speaking of which.]

So, where are you from, Alfie?

damn I must have missed this comment; I'M REALLY SORRY

[devoutish]

Camden Town, in London. Heard of it?

haha you are totally fine!

[plundering]

Nope!

[She drags out the word, saying it cheerfully and with a hint of drama.]

Of course I haven't. Is it a shithole like this place?

[devoutish]

It's a city. It's bigger than this. More people. There's all sorts of parts, yeah? You've got your shithole parts and your wealthy parts; you've got your parts in the middle.

[plundering]

Sounds nice. My town is... pretty much just a shithole. Not on this level, but the wildlife tries to kill you there too, so at least I'm prepared.

[Well, the whole planet is a shithole, but details.]

[devoutish]

My part of the city is the what some would call the shithole part, but it's home.

[And infinitely better than this place, tyvm.]

[plundering]

Home sweet home. Right. You're not used to this kind of tech, are you?

[She has absolutely been creeping on his other conversations. The ones that are public, at least.]

[devoutish]

Nope. We've got nothing like it. It's--

[He grunts.]

You wouldn't understand the year I'm from if I gave it to you, would you.