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[una_persson]

[On screen: a handsome woman with chestnut-brown hair and grey eyes, wearing a tailored tweed blazer over a plain blouse. She smiles, offers a little wave in greeting; when she speaks, she has a crisp, cut-glass British accent.]

Hello. My name's Una Persson. I'm a new arrival—just accepted a post as a Travel Agent.

[A beat; her gaze flickers down for a moment.]

I've been here before, but you'll have to forgive me; my memories of that time are hazy at best. Something to do with the trans-temporal travel. [She says, as if this is somehow strange or a surprise to her, which it so very much isn't. People don't need to know everything about her.] So for all intents and purposes, you may consider me a complete newcomer.

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[timesbureaucrat]

You again? [Narvin sounds vexed, but then, he often sounds vexed. (But he remembers their previous bickering even if she doesn't.)]

And what do you mean, your memories are effected by trans-temporal travel? I've been a time traveller for five hundred years and I've never had such a problem. Your time machine must be an antique crate that puts out huon radiation worse than a Dalek energy processing plant.

[Given a new opportunity to make a good first impression...and Narvin blows it.]

[una_persson]

We must have been great friends before. [You could cut the irony with a knife.]

How fortunate for you. I can't really explain it, I'm afraid; an irregularity in the megaflow may be to blame.

[timesbureaucrat]

Oh yes. We were close like a knife is to a stab wound. [He retorts dryly.

He sighs.]

I'll have a look at the transporter you came in on, make sure there's nothing wrong with the mechanics.

[una_persson]

How wonderfully illustrative.

[Going to be handling this one with care.]

This time, I simply arrived via the local agency protocols, so good luck with that. I'm sure they'll be glad to know if you do find anything, however.

[timesbureaucrat]

If one of the standard resort teleports is possibly malfunctioning, then I most definitely need to do a diagnostic, make sure we aren't going to suddenly have an influx of imports who are out of their minds because their brains were burnt out by a faulty transmission circuit.

[una_persson]

Good man. Yes, that would be a very sound precaution.

[archeologue]

[Oh la la. Belloq puts on a charming smile.]

Welcome, Miss Perrson. I am Doctor Rene Belloq, archaeologist. I don't believe we crossed paths before.

[una_persson]

[Well, at least this one's charming. Or at least polite.]

Thank you, Dr Belloq. A pleasure to meet you.

[archeologue]

The pleasure is all mine.

Would you like someone to show you around the town? I would be more than willing to lend a hand to a new arrival.

[una_persson]

That would be delightful, thank you. I haven't had a chance to get out much yet.

[archeologue]

Then perhaps we can meet in the resort gardens, and from there walk to the town.

[una_persson]

I'd like that. Half an hour?

[vengeance_driven]

Hey, I remember you. But maybe I have less time to judge. You wear the years well, though.

[una_persson]

I do my best. [Joking a bit, whether he realises it or not. Because quasi-immortality.] I'm sorry, you'll have to forgive me—I've forgotten your name?

[vengeance_driven]

Oh. It's ah... Niko. Niko Bellic.

[There's always a little something sad in being forgotten, but at least it's not entirely. And, in general, he expects (and hopes to be) forgotten one day.]

We didn't get to talk much, but I remember your story about the Russian military service.

[una_persson]

Niko, yes. I am sorry. Goodness, I told you all that? [Shit. Which service in which time stream is he talking about?]

[vengeance_driven]

I don't know, from what sounds like a very big life it was probably just very little.

[He's making a tiny space between his fingers. That small.]

[una_persson]

[That doesn't help narrow it down much, but it does give her an idea of how much she's talked before. The gesture makes her smile.]

Not every chapter in one's life is an epic, I suppose. Well, it's nice to see you again, in any case. [Even if she doesn't really remember him much from last time, she does mean it.] How have you been?

[most_feared]

It's a pleasure to see you again, ma'am. I hope you've been doin' well.

[una_persson]

[This name she remembers. Damned Swiss-cheese effect.]

Thank you—Agent K, isn't it? I've been quite well.

I'm told it hasn't been all that long since I was here last, but it seems to have been rather eventful.

[most_feared]

Yeah, you probably should keep an eye on what's shipped in and out. Sadly imports and exports through official means have become more difficult, and while the community is sustainable and spawners do their part, they still need plenty of help.

[una_persson]

Yes, I rather got the impression that I'm going to be a bit busy. Is there anything in particular that I ought to be aware of? And how have you been?

[most_feared]

Fine, I guess. Less busy than back home, but I live in early 21st century New York and you know how that is.

[He's smart enough to point out the time there.]

[folkscallmewander]

[Did Wander talk much to Una? He doesn't recall being too close to her, but that doesn't stop him from waving excitedly at the camera feed.]

Hey, Una! Glad you're back! We really missed ya, y'know? I'm Wander, and I'm really hopin' that we can get together more often this time!

[una_persson]

[Friendly, orange, fuzzy ... alien? Una feels a little bad for not remembering this one. She can't help smiling, though.]

Thank you, Wander—I hope so too.