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[furgood]

Meulin Leijon
7752 Sweet Tea Alley
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[furgood]

I could do with a few places to buy things but this is pretty good as far as places to be snatched up to go. I don't have many complaints all things considered. Aside from how my friend weren't saved as well...

Guessing that you're not quite as satisfied?

[devoutish]

Yeah. You're right, it's very good as far as being snatched goes, but--

[He'd rather not be snatched at all.]

Your friends, though - they might well follow along, at some point or another.

[furgood]

I wish they could be found. I know you don't particularly want to be snatched up but--I think it would be good for them. A world at relative peace. They could use that. We could all use that.

[Her hand twists in a lock of hair for a moment and then she smiles. ]

You know a lot about my world. What was yours like? Your proper world. Is Royce from there as well? You two seem so close.

[devoutish]

I met Royce in Norfinbury.

[Only six or so months ago - though, to them, it seems like much longer.]

I'm from a world called Earth - very different from his. It's very big and very habited, compared to others I've heard of. We've got hundreds of countries.

[furgood]

Well, I mean we call our place Earth as well. But I live in Panem. But--hundreds? Where are they even all at? Some must be so very small.

[devoutish]

England's one of those, yeah. We've got territories and other lands that we own, but proper England - the bit I live in - is just part of a very small island.

[furgood]

[She wrinkles her nose ]

And that's a whole country? Not just part of something else? I can't imagine a single island sustaining itself.

[devoutish]

Well, we trade, of course.

[furgood]

[That makes a little more sense. But honestly, she's lived in a country that has been isolated to the point that she's unsure if there's even more to the world or not. ]

...Of course. I'm sorry, I've never--we don't really have any other countries to trade with? All the moving of resources happens within our own districts.

[devoutish]

You've got no other countries at all? You're the only one?

[furgood]

I think...there might have been. Something happened, we had to band together. The oceans rose--but I'm fairly sure we're all that's left.

[devoutish]

And you're planet is called Earth. Mm.

[He scratches at his beard, frowning thoughtfully at her. Could she possibly be from far, far into his own Earth's future...?]

[furgood]

Well that's what we call it. [She smiles a little uncertainly ] It probably means nothing. I've learned plenty about the odditys of the worlds. There's a dozen places all somewhat alike. People with the same faces or names from vastly different places.

[devoutish]

Have you met anyone like yourself?

[furgood]

What do you mean?

[devoutish]

Anyone with your name, your face...?

[furgood]

A troll who lives here has my face. My name, though she goes by something else here. It's...odd. I was called her name once before when I was in Panem. I knew versions of my friends existed as trolls but meeting my own face to face was. Different.

Have you met another one like that?

[devoutish]

Never, no. Odd that you're connected to the trolls, though. Have you got any idea why that is?

[furgood]

I'm not entirely sure. They claim I'm a copy, an echo of a life lived there. And it sort of...fits. The people that were--are important to me, they're all there. The main strokes of my life are there. The other one here, she's an echo too, a rewrite, of that life. It's--complicated. Remember I told you I'm a copy of a copy of a troll, the one who invented signing?

[devoutish]

Yeah. I wouldn't just take their word for it, though, if that's what you're doing. If they're uncomfortable with the idea of this doubling, of course they'd claim that you're less legitimate somehow.

[furgood]

I don't think it's--that I'm less legitimate. It just feels like they make assumptions. Like they feel like they already know me because they knew someone else who was like me.

[devoutish]

Mm. I'm not sure what else calling you a copy or an echo would mean, if not illegitimate.

[furgood]

[She smiles and shrugs ]

I don't think about it much. I know who I am. And they don't know all of me. They just feel like they do.

[devoutish]

Do you get on well with them?

[furgood]

Fairly well? They don't try to push me as much here.