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[James hasn't made a post since his first - in part because he's terribly lost. He has proper clothes, now, thanks to Favrielle, but it is still overwhelming to be in such a foreign place. His concern isn't so much the rationing, though that seems to be quite the source of anxiety for some he's encountered. What he wants is answers to the many and contradictory things he's been told since his arrival.]

I find myself at something of a loss, in this place, with so many people from such seemingly different times and places. It seems impossible that one person could have brought us here, and insensible that they should.

[That, though, is a subject he's sure has been at the center of many debates. What truly haunts him is what he heard from Peggy and Ariadne before.] I was led to believe that this place was a sort of afterlife, and yet, if I understand correctly, there are some here with ambitions to return to their homes. I do not see how such a thing could be accomplished.

[And that's it. No suggestions, he's just mulling. Aloud, and in public, which, he realizes now, is terribly unseemly.]

Forgive me. There is little purpose to these musings. Perhaps they are better off left unvoiced.

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Maybe where you're from, but not for me.

Where everyone is from.

[Says the man to the half-alien.]

Tell that to the people who died in the cities they've destroyed back home where I come from.

[Well, how is he supposed to know.]

But such a thing is impossible.

Why?

[Please excuse the stuttering and gaping on the other end. He obviously has no answer to this.]

It simply is!

Also...

You do realize that here you're an alien too, right?

[What how do you even this logic he can't anymore.]

You have given me a great deal to think about.

[Are you on Earth anymore? If the answer is no, you're an alien.]

I figured I should point this out now before you wind up insulting someone by accident. [Like you sort of did with him. Hi, half-alien.]

[James has never had sensitivity training, okay, this is totally not his fault.]

I see. Thank you, I will -- take this under consideration.

It's a lot to take in, I know, but it's better to just rip the band-aid off.

I don't understand.

[Somewhere in Mark's mind, a lightbulb goes off.]

What year did you uh... [When he can't think of a more polite way of stating this:] die?

[No, no, don't be gentle on his account. Just say it.]

[And here James inserts a date, since Disney can't keep their centuries apart--] Why?

[Oooh that explains a lot.]

Curious. [Attempts to think of a time-appropriate saying... Nope.]

What I meant is it's easier to just take all the sucky things at once because trying to take the sucky things one at a time usually hurts more. [...Why is it so hard to describe this?]

...Eloquent.

[He didn't follow a word of that. Sorry.]

Yeah, I realized how bad that sounded as it came out of my mouth. Sorry about that.

You're trying to help. I do appreciate it.

[He sighs.]

I'm afraid I am simply not in the proper mindset, at the moment.

I get it. [Sort of.]

But hey, James, if you ever want to have anyone ramble at you incoherently for a bit, I'm clearly your man.

[Admiral.]

I... appreciate the offer.

[He would totally call you admiral if he knew.

A small smile.] And for the record, I don't mean that literally, you know. I meant just talking.

[Mark, stop while you're way, way behind.] Nice to meet you.

And very nice to meet you, as well.

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