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[limbical]

I'd like to keep this as efficient as possible, so I don't plan on talking your ear off.

Call me Daan. I'm a doctor. That should about cover all you need to know about me.

So, first question: is there already a clinic arranged by someone here? Have there been any injuries on top of there being a willing killer out there? Illnesses or whatever else. I can probably help you, even a little.

Second question: who has been here since the start of this whole mess of being trapped in a part of this city? Ideally, I'd like someone who can be informative, but I'm not overly picky.

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[blackwaterchild]

[She switches to video so she can keep doing her nails while they talk]

Ugh, great. The inmates continue to run the asylum.

Anyway, I've been here since the beginning. It's as boring now as it was then. What do you want to know?

[limbical]

[Priorities. He respects that.]

Sorry. They're out of luck there. Seems to me they could use a few hard drinks. [that's horrible advice but. look.]

Apparently, there was a murder recently. That can't be too boring for you, can it? [His voice is wry, but that does beg the concerning factor:] Do we know who the killer is?

[blackwaterchild]

[She gives him a look, but it's more like she's appraising the benefits of giving everyone alcohol...]

Oh. [Murder, huh? She tilts her head and shrugs] I dunno. People are killed every day.

Gimmie a second.

[She hangs up. Roughly 10 minutes later she calls back, calmly resuming her nails. They've gotten smudged so she's clearly cleaned them off and restarted]

Some girl named Kromer was killed. No one's named the killer, but I guess the killer knows the girl. She didn't seem too upset about it.

Apparently you get your memory wiped when you kill someone, at least you lose the memory of what happened. I guess the victim does too. She said she just woke up on the train again.

Why, looking to experiment? [She holds her hand out and tilts it from side to side, trying to decide if she likes the way the light catches the color]

[limbical]

True, but it tends to be a bit more concerning with a small group than, say, a fully populated city.

[There's a long pause suddenly, and warily he asks:] You... you're suggesting that she came back to life. Is there any record of who managed that?

[blackwaterchild]

I mean, we've been kidnapped from all sorts of different worlds, times, etc. Some people swear they died before they came here.

Someone just coming back to life isn't that big of a stretch, is it? Why would that be harder to believe than anything else?

[limbical]

Oh, it very much isn't that. [His voice is a bit stiffer, and he pauses again.]

How long did it take for the victim to come back? Do we know?

[blackwaterchild]

[She turns her attention from her nails now, observing him]

Hmm, dunno, she never said. I'd guess a day or two.

[limbical]

I see. Then... hm.

More than one way to deal with the "problem", as it were. And I suppose our kidnappers would be disappointed to lose a subject.

[blackwaterchild]

You think they're using us for something? [She doesn't seem interested again, looking at her nail polish bottles as if trying to figure out which one to use]

[limbical]

Hmm, possibly.

[But he can tell she seems disinterested, and really he can't blame her for her priorities.] Have any red polishes? I feel that a crimson would suit you.

[blackwaterchild]

Not sure what data they could get from this bunch.

[The suggestion of red makes her brighten with interest and she tilts her head] Yeah? Hmm...

[She holds her hands out in front of her, imagining it, and then brings her hands to her mouth in a very idol-esque pose, winking] Bright red nails with some bright red lipstick... Very femme fatale. I like it.

[limbical]

Maybe it's just entertainment. A lot of "maybes" could be had here, and I'm not sure it's worth speculating.

[He smiles wryly, even if she cannot see it.] Sometimes, it's worth being bold. You'll wear it well.