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Hello, everyone. I hope that enough people see this who would be interested - I know we're all... most of us are eager to go home.

[Poison smiles, and it's almost a gentle look on her usually sharp-featured face.]

I have an offer of my own, for people who don't want to stay here but have nowhere else to go, or who don't want to go home. I offer my own world as sanctuary. My world is safe. There has been no war for hundreds of years, and I can personally guarantee the security and comfort of anyone who would want to follow me there.

[How can an eighteen year old girl offer that kind of security? Some people know. Others are welcome to ask.]

Our technology is more limited than most of you might be used to, but there is magic. You can have as much freedom as you want to have.

[She smiles again, smaller and quicker but still warm.]

I'll wait by the Door until the last people who want to leave have gone through. If anyone wants to join me, you can find me there. Until then, I can answer any questions you have.

writtendestiny

[The girl on the screen has pale skin, straight black hair and deep, vividly violet eyes that all but bore into anyone who meets them. Her expression, though, is mild and unassuming, with a hint of sullenness around the eyes.]

Hi. My name is Poison. I don't think many of you really know me. [And that is by design. She spends much of her time alone, and that's perfectly fine with her.]

I've been away from home for what feels like a very long time. Where I come from... I write stories. Stories of the things real people do in their lives. [Poison stops here, just for a moment, to brush her hair back over her shoulders.]

And you know, not every part of everyone's life is important. Not important enough for the Hierophant's archives. But I think that a lot of people don't know that your whole life doesn't have to be important. Sometimes, what I get to write is only a month, or a week out of a person's life, but it's the impact that time has on the world that matters.

[Her lips purse, then she smiles briefly.]

I miss doing that. Watching people shape the lives of others. Most of the time they didn't even realise they were doing it until it was nearly over. So... I'd like to hear yours, if you'd tell me. What you think the most important part of your life was... or will be. [Poison rests her chin on the heel of her hand, and lifts her slim brows.]

What's your story?

writtendestiny

[She considers before she makes it anonymous. Poison's pride, battered as it is, still dictates that she doesn't allow herself to be seen asking such openly vulnerable questions.]

What is it called, when things that seem to mean nothing at the time make you remember bad things that have happened to you before? When you wake up at night because you feel as if it's happening all over again, even though you're safe?

I had thought that I felt safer here. I don't know why this is happening. It feels like I'm going mad.

writtendestiny

[Poison spends a long while fidgeting with her phone, walking the borders of Carlisle's garden (but not going inside, not while he isn't there). Eventually, she sits down near one of the corners, cross-legged on a low, flat rock, and taps out a simple yet heavily weighted message.]

Do you believe in Fate?

writtendestiny

[She's new here, but this isn't her first walk in the 'kidnapped to a strange place to be used for something against your will' park. Poison still isn't settled, but she's getting the hang of things, and the face that appears on the screen is slim and pale with large, focused violet eyes.]

I'm looking for some people I might know, from the place I was in before this one. That wasn't my home, either. We called it the Box, and the people there tortured us - killed us, repeatedly - trying to stop a... a monster from waking up and destroying everything in that part of the world.

[She says this without much emotion on her face, though it's difficult to tell whether or not that's just a front for the purpose of the message.]

The last thing I remember is being on a train. The experiment was failing and we were being moved somewhere else. If that sounds familiar to anyone, contact me. [A beat, then--]

My name is Poison.

[She ends the video here, after another moment or two of silence and the smallest flicker of what might be hope in her eyes.]

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