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[theflea]

[ She's been here for, well, almost a whole month now and this is possibly the first time some of you will have seen her!

Eleven has been keeping herself to herself. Trying to work out where she is, what's safe to eat and most importantly, how to use this phone device?

Switching the feed, Eleven's sat there in her gaudish shiny pink squad jacket (she's keeping it by the way! It's kinda cute plus it's warm!) It should be no surprise to anyone that tried to get to know her, to see that she's somewhere outside in the open, away from everyone and everything. The phone is floating as it broadcasts her, sitting there, crossed legged staring at the camera. ]

Can't find friends.

[ She shakes her head a little, a sad expression very clear on her face. ]

I've looked... Can't reach outside of cave...

[ A long moments pause as she took a slow look around. Never having been one for confined spaces, so this cave felt like it was closing in around her half the time. ]

Bad people are here. Everyone hurts. I don't want to hurt... Can I go now?

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[ritualized]

[Her smile is gentle, nonthreatening, but there's melancholy behind it. This is, increasingly, a terrible place to be a child. It already was one.]

I still think there are many more good people here than bad ones. They'll all do what they can to look out for you.

[Irisviel keeps her voice soothing, keeping an uncertainties that she might have herself at bay. Eyes widening, she changes subjects.]

I like your jacket! Pink is such a cheery color. Does it say anything interesting on the back?

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[theflea]

[ El was about to try and ask a few questions, working out the words to use made her hesitate- and then she was distracted by the compliment to her jacket.

She turned, twisted her middle trying to look. All the while, her phone device floated around her in mid-air, the camera feed now showing El from behind. ]

Don't think so? ... Is it pretty?

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[Is she doing that all by herself? What talent! She raises her eyebrows as she watches, pondering the source of the power.]

It's very pretty! And I think it suits you! Mine's green.

[The girl seems to have a little more trouble talking than most. Sensing that, however unconsciously, Irisviel gives her more time to say anything else before speaking.]