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I'm Abigail. I'm new here. Well, new-ish. I think I've been here around three weeks.

[She paused for a moment, not wanting to say too much about her hallucinations from the stings, or the days after when she was convinced she had become mentally ill and everything was a hallucination. She has the worry that she's inherited something from her father, something seriously wrong with her and this place is so strange that a part of her still thinks she's lost her mind.]

I wasn't myself for a while. I thought I had this other life and was back in high school. And I was taking piano lessons too, which was cool. I was learning to play the harpsichord before I came here.

[She paused again.]

I haven't used social media in a while.

[She wasn't sure how long she was in hiding in her old life. It's strange to be interacting publicly again.]

I guess I just want to say hi. So, hi.

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[Jill recognizes Abigail, of course, due to their time together in that recent reality everyone was put through. The name was already familiar to Jill, even before the piano lessons.]

Hi Abigail. Nice to meet you... again. My name is Jill Valentine. I'm in the city guard, and I know some people from your world, Will and Hannibal.

[On the one hand, this post leaves Brennan wondering why she should bother responding. On the other hand, Abigail is clearly quite young and just as new as Brennan is, and this new society they've found themselves in can be quite overwhelming sometimes. It is better to form positive relationships at this stage, so Brennan replies with a small but friendly (she hopes) smile.]

Hello, Abigail. I am Dr. Temperance Brennan.

[.......and that's all she's got. Booth is so much better at this. Oh well! She made an attempt, no one can say otherwise.]

Edited 2017-08-02 16:50 (UTC)

Hi Jill. Oh, that's a bit different from teaching piano. Are you friends with Will and Hannibal?

this a thing people do in your world? send messages to random people?

[He's genuinely curious.]

[She returns the smile.]

Nice to meet you, Dr. Brennan. Have you been here long?

Yeah, a message that everyone could see was common. Especially on certain sites. Voice messages were less common.

It wasn't common where you're from?

weird

not really no
everything is encrypted

No. I have been here as long as you have, in fact.

[Which means that Abigail also encountered the wasps.]

I hope you did not get stung by the wasp-like insects in the colosseum. I did. It was very painful, and their venom caused vivid and terrifying hallucinations.

None of us were ourselves. That's the sort of thing that's common here.

[So hey, welcome to the murdercave.]

Everything? Facebook? Twitter?

I did. The hallucinations were really messed up. It didn't help that I thought this whole place might have been a hallucination too.

dont know the last one but yeah

aliens are kinda a thing
they like to blow people up

So I could wake up with another new life tomorrow?

It's possible. Though if the history of this place is any indicator, it's also unlikely. The exact circumstances of events have not shown any discernible pattern of repetition.

That must have made it harder to have gossip spread about you.

What? Here?

That's kind of scary.

Unfortunately, that's our reality.

Edited 2017-08-03 01:43 (UTC)

[Raidou is trying to get a better handle on this texting thing. Thankfully, the memories from Pleasant Valley actually help with that.]

It happened to everyone. Suddenly my life was quite different. I think I may have understood subconsciously, since i was rebelling against my classes and my new family.

[God forbid he might just have been rebellious like a normal teenager.]

Do you like your real life better than that fake one?

I much prefer my real life. Outside of being trapped in here, I suppose.

Not that there was anything wrong with the fake life, it was just so... boring.

What about you?

I don't know.

I felt safe in my fake life. I'll miss that.

Always the old fashion way.

Where I'm from. Maybe here. This place is fucked.

That's a good point. At least in the fake town we weren't aware of the dangers around us. It was comfortable.

But I think I'd rather be aware of what's going on and be myself, than being manipulated into being someone else. The safety as an illusion was much as the lives were had were.

Edited 2017-08-03 15:00 (UTC)

There's no real social media here, though, right? It's just like, texting.

[ Does that count?? ]

I'm Hannah. Nice to meet you.

Yeah, it does seem messed up here.

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