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[couldkillthedevil]

Besides all this mumbo-jumbo about portals and the fact I've obviously lost my mind and am lying strapped to a hospital bed somewhere, I've got a few things I'd like to clear up—

[The blonde woman frowns deeply at the screen, brows drawn tightly together in displeasure.]

—namely, it's been told to me that we can't leave this place until they've scrounged up enough 'resources' to send us back, which seems oddly convenient. Does anyone know if there's been success with that yet? Has anyone been sent back home, or is that some nebulous 'someday' thing they're telling us? Second of all...

[Her hand comes up to gently cup a small gold locket hanging around her neck; a gift from the city to her, it seemed. Her mouth works for a moment, trying to find the words.]

Trixie, baby, if you can hear me, mommy's here and going to find you. I promise. Just sit tight, monkey.

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[couldkillthedevil]

[What would she do if her father showed up all of a sudden, she wondered? Probably be torn between crying tears of joy and trying not to get her hopes up that he'd be able to stay.]

Maybe. Something like that— it's kind of a lot to process. That something like that would even be possible. Even now, I'm still not sure entirely sure I'm convinced this isn't a dream.

[followhim]

If that's what this is, it's one heck of a dream. [he half-chuckles.] Anyway, I'm Poe Dameron. If you need help with anything, just let me know, okay? I'm pretty new, too, so I might not have the answers. But we can figure it out together.

[couldkillthedevil]

If for no other reason than we kind of have to, huh? It's good to meet you, Poe. I'm Chloe. Chloe Decker. Any tips or good things to know about this place for the uninitiated, besides the obvious? I already saw the little festival they've been holding, with all the gift-giving. That typical here?

[followhim]

Not really sure ... they had a festival when I first showed up last month, too, but it was different. A week for mourning lost loved ones. It was somber ... but kind of nice, too.

[couldkillthedevil]

Mm, I'd imagine. Sounds like the people here enjoy paying tribute, whether it's a loss or celebrating a friendship. Kind of weird with the whole fountain thing, though.

[followhim]

There was not a fountain thing last month, I'll tell you that. How did the boxes know to only open for one person? That's what I wanna know.

[couldkillthedevil]

Not only open. How did they know what kind of gift to put inside? What they gave me— it was too personal to be a lucky guess.

[followhim]

Me too. It was just a small thing, for me, but still ... not anything I've seen around here so far. Something from home. It makes you wonder how much they really know about us. Do they get the information from the portal? Were they watching us before?

[couldkillthedevil]

All questions I intend to find out, one way or another. Besides the public record offices, do you know of anyone else we can speak to? A representative, perhaps?

[followhim]

About the portal? Not anyone I know personally. I could try asking around the Perimeter Guard. Most of the locals seems pretty friendly, at least. Not liable to withhold information.

[couldkillthedevil]

I'll have to do some more asking around, then. If you do happen to find anything else out, though, I'd appreciate the info.

[followhim]

I'll be sure to let you know.