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[ellectric]

[ She'd been paying attention as much as she could when the kedan explain the console to her, but part of her had thought that it couldn't possibly be that difficult. All you have to do is hit the button. Easy. Right?

She blinks at the screen to make sure it's working, and then immediately lifts her hands from the controls. Right. She still doesn't have great control over her electricity, and she doesn't want to blow out the closest thing to a television she has. ]

Hi. I'm Elle. Bishop. So they told me about how I'm living on a turtle now and how I might be dead, or might not be, whatever, but I need to know if someone from- from my world is here. [ She tries to sound more braver than she feels, but her eyes still look afraid and she can't figure out what to do with her hands. She has to get it together. People feed on weakness. She can't let them think she's weak.

She takes a deep breath and pastes on a smile. ]

I'm just saying that you guys shouldn't leave a cutie like me hanging on this.

[ They've got to be out there, right? Someone she knows has to be here. Someone from the Company. Someone who can tell her if Sylar got away, or if Elle got Noah killed without meaning to. If the other Level Fivers were caught.

Maybe someone who can tell her if Sylar really did her. ]

We- we still have to eat, right? Even though we might be dead? So... who cooks for everybody around here? Where's the cafeteria?

[ Please, please tell her that she can eat for free. She doesn't have any much money, no more access to Bob's moneybags, and she doesn't know how to cook. She isn't dead - maybe at home, she is, but not here. She could starve. Forget starving, she could go with only one change of clothes. For days.

A familiar tingling sensation wraps itself around a finger, a thread of blue lightning appearing from her skin. She quickly drops her hand out of sight. Maybe that was too fast to see, right? Yeah. Good. She's got this. ]

Okay-bye.

[ And then she hurriedly cuts the feed so she can focus on deep breaths without anyone seeing. Breathe, Elle. You live in a freaking treehouse now. You don't want to see what will happen if you panic.

It soon occurs to her that she might have pressed the wrong button, and she double-checks. A second later, she curses under her breath. Another second, and the feed is successfully cut.

Note to self, concentrate when using the console. ]

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[demon_brat]

[ The blonde seems slightly panicked. And, yes, Damian saw the spark... as well as the speed with which she concealed it. So he's not bringing it up, for now. ]

While I cannot ascertain whether or not anyone from your world is here - if nobody responds, you may look through the messages on the console, they go rather far back - I can say that most of the people here are not dead.

As to food, there are both markets and serving places - restaurants, diners, and such. I am certain there are places akin to cafeterias, though I have not sought such out. Of course, the food is likely different from what you are used to, considering both plant and animal life here is different from most other places, but it is edible.

If you would mention which sector you are in, and the languages that you read, I can send you directions to the nearest such locations.

[ A brief break to do that will hardly matter, as he's so thoroughly stalled, anyway. ]

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[ellectric]

[ This time, she keeps her arms crossed. HA. Can't do anything if no one can see you, hands! ]

I'm in Wood - which is a sex joke waiting to happen - and I read English.

[ Because why would she ever need another language?

How would that Wood joke go? She's in Wood? No. She's got wood? Maybe. She needs wood? YES. ]

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[demon_brat]

[ He gives her an irritated look (he's twelve and is brother's name is Dick), but he nods and starts typing, then hits 'send' without ending the video feed. ]

Let me know if you have any questions.

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[ellectric]

[ IT IS A GREAT JOKE, SHORT PERSON. A GREAT JOKE. ]

[ She nods. She isn't in the habit of saying thank you when she means it, so she doesn't say it now. ]

So how long have you been here, anyway?

[ Because he looks like he's eight or something but he talks like he's old enough to be her dad. ]

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[demon_brat]

[ IT IS TRITE. PEOPLE CAN DO BETTER. ]

[ Damian nods back, then answers without having to consider it. ]

One year, six months, and four days.

[ Excuse you, he's twelve. ]

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[ellectric]

[ PEOPLE, MAYBE, BUT ELLE IS SPECIAL. ]

[ She whistles. ]

Geez. How old are you? You talk like my dad.

[ So what's he saying? That he's mentally older than she is? How dare he! ]

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[lostundercover]

You can't eat free, but there are a lot of people who can loan you money if you need it. Plenty of jobs too. Just ask for Stark or Wayne.

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[ellectric]

No free food?

[ Damn it. She doesn't want to spend any more money than she has to! She needs clothes, too. ]

Who are the people who give you money if you need it?

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[lostundercover]

I said loan. I can loan you some to get on your feet, but then it's all on you.

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[ellectric]

[ Elle leans back. She doesn't like that answer at all, and her face shows it.

Still, he can forget he loaned it to her. Or she can come up with other ways to keep him from asking. ]

How much?

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[lostundercover]

[He sighs. Costigan doesn't like to admit it, but he's naturally suckered by a pretty pout when he's not being careful.]

Look, I'll give you 20 kedanese. With what the kedan gave you, that should get you clothes and food for a couple weeks.

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[ellectric]

[ It isn't a mountain of gold, but if it'll last that long, it might not be such a bad deal after all.

She brightens instantly. ]

Okay!

So... [ She leans against the console with her elbows, her hands out of sight just in case. ]

What's your name?

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[langsyne]

[Scott, at least, is oozing enough calm to cover for Elle's seemingly complete lack of it.]

You're definitely on a turtle, pretty sure you're not dead if you're walking and talking—trust me, been there done that—and if you give me your suite number I can drop off something warm and toasty in the next fifteen minutes.

[He's feeling generous today. Plus Raph needs a walk anyway.]

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[ellectric]

[ Guy of not unreasonable age offering to bring by... food? Good. This is good. Now she just has to figure out if "something warm and toasty" is a euphemism. ]

I'm in... [ She frowns for a moment as she tries to remember. Right. ] WO-3C.

[ She smiles brightly. ] And thanks. You're my hero.

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[langsyne]

[In response, he gives her a smile and a tiny salute.]

Hey, no problem. Food makes everything better and I've got time on my hands. [Speaking of food though...] Anything you're really craving right now? Mac and cheese and pulled pork sandwiches are a no good, but if you want, like, soup over rice and vegetables, I can do that.

[There is no euphemism here, thanks.]

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[ellectric]

I've had the worst week ever, so... anything. Anything sounds good.

As long as it isn't fattening and, you know, isn't alive or whatever kind of food they have here.

[ Because let's not be stupid, here. Just because she's wound up on a giant turtle is no reason to gain weight. ]

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[langsyne]

[The 'fattening' comment earns her one raised eyebrow but he wisely doesn't say anything about it, instead just nodding as he mentally takes it all down.]

So that's a 'no' on the snails and a 'maybe' to sashimi. [JUST KIDDING.] Anyway, I'll be over soonish.

[And true to his word he does show up some twenty-ish minutes later with a large plastic bag containing a container of soup, a toasted sandwich, and a slice of chocolate cake. (What? Chocolate cake makes everything better.)]

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[ellectric]

[ Wait. What was that about snails no don't go did you just say sn- ]

[ When he comes by, she quickly smooths her hair before she opens her doors and sticks her hands behind her back after. Keep calm, Elle. ]

Hi!

[ She notices the bag of food and nudges the door open with her shoulder. ]

Come on in.

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[backinakidflash]

Says who?

[The instructions for Dick Grayson's mac and cheese follow.]

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[langsyne]

[Seriously? Now he gets a recipe for mac and cheese?]

Have you been holding out on me all this time?

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[puppetfetish]

_{[ have a vague text from a vague guy. ]}

can cook for you if you want.
cant have the cuties going hungry.

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[ellectric]

[ This guy could be anyone. He could be a serial killer. He could be one of those Mormons with the uniforms or a bike. He could be terribly dangerous. ]

For free?

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[puppetfetish]

_{[ He's pretty dangerous— I mean, the guy sliced a meteor in half to save his brother-son thing. Maybe badass is a better term as opposed to dangerous.
BUT THANKFULLY HE'S A GOOD GUY??? Just a little skeevy. ]}

tips are appreciated.
do you like sushi.

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[ellectric]

I think I might have to audition you first.

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[puppetfetish]

challenge accepted.
what pertains to this audition.
be as detailed as you like.

_{[ Bro is a big fan of detail and extrapolating information from other people, so here's a nice open ended question. ]}