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[a shaky moment as George readies the camera to catch her on the video, technology like this is unheard of in 2003]

So, uh. I've been told that I should get out more. Meet people. I'm not any good at that, so you're just gonna have to--bear with me as I figure this shit out. But I guess I've gotta bite the bullet sometime, right?

[she looks off camera and flushes slightly out of a combination of nerves and embarrassment]

Anyway, I'm George. I'm newish. I have--no fucking idea what I'm doing here. Does anyone? If you do, could you please fill me in.

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Magical healers. Of course there are. Have I mentioned that this place is weird?

[she smiles back]

He'd shit himself if he knew that I told people what I am. Or, was.

It's weird for me too. [Most people with powers don't use them for good in her world.]

People can't see you back home, can they?

At least I'm not the only one. [magic doesn't exist in her world, not so far as she knows anyway]

No, they can but--how would you describe me?

Uh- [What a question, George.]

You have blonde hair and brown eyes. Kind of thick eyebrows? [Don't be offended, please.]

Medium wide nose? And uh, pouty lips. Kinda.

[no offense taken

nods and considers a moment]

You see, that's what I looked like when I was alive. But I looked like someone else to the living where I was from.

A spell? Or some kind of magic.

[That's what Jo is going with.]

Hell if I know. My boss wasn't much for explanations. I was just supposed to do my job and not ask any questions.

In my world you don't usually see Reapers. Before death, anyway.

In mine, we're there. We have to eat, sleep, all the normal stuff of being alive. And all the problems of being alive--having a job, dealing with other people, just. Surviving.

What, really? That's gotta suck.

[She doesn't think that's fair either.]

It does suck! And thank you for saying so, 'cause I couldn't get my boss to understand that it did. Granted, he's so old, he probably reaped Jesus.

Anything where you don't have a choice kinda sucks. People forget that sometimes.

I think it's 'cause he's so old. He's so set on all of us doing what we're told, he's forgotten how to actually, you know, talk to people.

[Despite the topic of conversation, Jo smiles softly.]

Reminds me of someone I know.

[arches eyebrow slightly]

Yeah? What're they like?

He's old and grumpy and if you don't listen to him he gets even more pissed. [She smiles. She misses Bobby a lot, just like everyone else.]

Yeah, that sounds like Rube. Did your guy give you a nickname, too?

He just called us idiots. [That's about as close as it got to nicknames.]

...now that's a great motivator.

[Jo smiles softly.]

We deserved it. He wasn't our boss anyway.

I wouldn't say that I deserved it. Mason and Daisy, sure, but not me. [looks shifty] Not after the first couple of months, anyway.

[Jo laughs quietly.]

It's always the others, right?

Well, yeah. I mean, there I was, trying to hold down a job and getting to my reaps on time and there Mason and Daisy were, doing fuck all with their free time and stealing from the dead people and I'm the one who got shit on.

The troublemakers just don't care. [She shrugs, which probably isn't the nicest reaction.]

Your boss probably figured that out.

[looks vaguely indignant]

I didn't care, either. Okay, not much.

I did at first. Tried everything I could think of to get out of the whole reaping thing. Doesn't help that my first "assignment" was a five year old kid.

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