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Who: Anyone
When: Day 55, late morning
Where: Anywhere
What: Life in Thusia (mingle)

[So, it's still early enough to get a full day's work done, and there's much to do around the HQ.

As people know by now, Level 4 has mostly been cleared of active nature, though farther from the apartments near the stairs there are still the remains of vines and moss and dirt on the buildings and floors. Fallen trees and tangled roots still clog up the area around the buildings which must have once been shops.

Aside from the library claimed by Henrietta and perhaps few other establishments, they are doorless, and inside those abandoned buildings there is still evidence of old equipment and rotted furniture waiting to be re-purposed, broken down for offerings, or thrown out if it's beyond use.

There's not much fresh plantlife left here to collect for offerings, but plenty of cleaning to be done, perhaps in Eizon's name, in exchange for the electricity flowing through whatever fixtures people have acquired by now, or as an offering of kindness in exchange for water...

Up on the fifth level, nature stubbornly continues to prowl.]

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[H... he just enjoys mysteries, okay.]

I see. You are a novelist?

[As does she. . . ]

Yes.

Are you a mystery enthusiast?

[A soft chuckle.] One could say so, certainly.

I see.

It's an interesting genre.

Very much so. Ah, but such is the essence of mystery, is it not? To be intriguing.

And to gain insight on the darker side of human nature.

You think so?

I must confess, I am uncertain of the benefit of such insight. Perhaps it is by virtue of knowing too many who possess it already.

When you put it like that, it sounds like your interest in mysteries goes beyond literary taste.

I do not keep very good company, I am afraid.

Is that what brought you here?

[...amused.] There is a... relation between the two, I suppose.

What about yourself, Miss Porter? Does this kind of mystery hold mere literary interest to you?

[Yeah, I'm not telling you the truth about that.]

It does. I'm not quite suited for the real thing, I'm afraid.

There are far better things to be suited for, truthfully.

Well, now that you say so, I'm curious.

What about?

Your experiences.

I am afraid there is not very much to tell. I have had the ill luck to bear witness to some violence, that is all.

[He is not bothering very much to make that sound believable, but then there is no need to.]

Doesn't sound that way to me.

Does it not?

Then what is it that you purport to hear, Miss?

That there's more to the story than being at the wrong place at the wrong time.

I must confess I am uncertain as to what leads you to think such.

...Women's intuition.

What is it that you intuit me to be, then, if not an unfortunate witness?

Hm. I wonder...

...yes?

Forgive me, but I am curious now.

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