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[gluing]

[As much as Newt hates the idea of putting his face out there, he knows it's the fastest way to find his friends. He isn't holding his breath that anyone else is here, not after that Hope guy's announcement. Originally he'd assumed it was WICKED, yet another trial, but... now he isn't so sure.

No matter what this place is, it's clear that it hasn't been kind to Newt. He'd been pretty banged up when he'd arrived, but fighting bears hadn't helped his haggard appearance. He's also rationing what food he has because he's familiar with starvation and it's not something he wants to experience again.]

M'name's Newt. [His normally rather proper accent is slurring into something more gruff, and it might be clear from the circles that he hasn't been sleeping much—if at all.] I'm looking for friends. Mainly a coupla shanks named Thomas and Minho.

[His jaw tightens after the second name, but he pushes on.] I've been somewhere like this before. More times than I'd like to say, actually. Be careful with what you manage to scrape together.

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[gluing]

[It's best not to hope for anything in a hopeless place like this one.

He's having some deja vu, but he needs to make sure they're on the same page first.] A hotel. [He doesn't really know what that is, but alright.] Was that your home, then?

[64th]

No! [ she sounds horrified. ] No. Absolutely not. [ not that home is much better. besides: ] It doesn't matter. I'm dead at home.

[gluing]

[He holds up his hands quickly, eyes wide.] Alright, didn't mean offense. Stranger things in a jacked universe like this one.

[Dead at home. He'd heard of that happening, and every time he comes to a place like this he hopes that one of his numerous dead friends might be there as well.] Sorry.

[64th]

[ like her homeworld, actually. the hotel's almost not terrible by comparison.

she shrugs off his apology. ] We all die eventually, right?