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[domesheriff]

[for a moment, a woman's face is simply staring out at the broadcast, consideringly, as though not sure it's started yet. she's in her early twenties, Hispanic, her dark hair braided, and dressed in the uniform of resort security]

[realizing from the display on the screen that the broadcast must have started, she says:] Hello. [the word is a bit uncertain. she swallows, trying to mask her nerves, and continues more calmly:] I'm Linda Esquivel. I'm from Chester's Mill, Maine. [there's a beat of hesitation, as she wonders if she should give more information than that, but she ultimately decides to leave the description as it is] I just got here a couple days ago, and I've joined the security patrol. I was a sheriff's deputy back home. [and sheriff, but she doesn't think two days of that job due to the disaster that happened really counts, so she leaves her credentials at that]

I thought you should know who I am in case you see me around. And, uh, I'd like to start meeting people, too--and learn a little more about this place. I've never seen anything like it before. [another pause as she debates how to end an open message like this. finally, she goes with:] I'm here if you'd like to talk.

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[most_feared]

It's a pleasure to have you on board.

I have some things I'd like to make sure you knew about before you got out there, into the thick of it.

[domesheriff]

Thanks, sir.

[she nods, eager to please her new boss] Sure. Would it be easier to meet somewhere? I'm at the resort right now.

[most_feared]

Yeah, just stop by the office when you have a chance. No hurry.

[domesheriff]

[she shrugs] There's nothing else I really need to do, so I'll be there soon.

[and sure enough, she goes straight to the office from her room, glad to have something potentially useful to do. she knocks on his office door] Sir? It's Linda.

[timesbureaucrat]

Maine?

[It doesn't ring a bell. But she looks human, and her name sounds like a human name, and he knows the title "sheriff" was used in various human cultures.]

Is that an Earth colony?

[domesheriff]

[she frowns at his choice of wording, wondering if he recognizes it as a state but has the terminology wrong] It's on Earth, yeah. An American state.

[and even though she's sure the answer will mean nothing to her, she still asks the question that seem natural] Where are you from?

[timesbureaucrat]

[He doesn't want to admit that he's not sure whether she means "state" as in "nation" or "state" as in "rather like a province, as in the United States of Mexico." But just knowing she's from Earth and is indeed human is enough for now.]

Gallifrey. In the constellation of Kasterborous.

[domesheriff]

[on the bright side, the fact that he doesn't ask at least leaves a bit of normalcy in the conversation for her]

[she nods, not really sure how else to react to somewhere she's never heard of nor has any idea what to even ask about. after all, where she's from, a family coming through from as far away as Los Angeles was an event] Have you been here for long? And I didn't catch your name.

[vengeance_driven]

Yeah, ah... good to meet you.

You seem maybe first generation immigrant? Second maybe?

[domesheriff]

[she nods. and then she eagerly latches onto a conversation about a familiar topic, knowing that he's asking not just based on her appearance but also her voice--because while she doesn't have an accent exactly, there's a hint of a childhood spent with two languages] Second. My parents moved from Puerto Rico before I was born.

[and since both his accent and his interest have made his own immigrant status clear, she asks:] Where are you from? Originally and before...here, I mean.

[vengeance_driven]

[That gets a big grin out of him. He's happy to have another couple of immigrants around (or at least people with them in their history), even if he's far from the US here.]

My cousin-in-law, Mallorie, she is second generation Puerto Rican. She has more of a city accent now but you can kind of tell in how she speaks. Bilingual from birth.

I'm from the Balkans.

[domesheriff]

[she smiles back] Really? Small world.

I can't say I know anyone from there, but what city? Where were you living?

[givessweetness]

Hello. I'm Tungwynterestemont. Ah, Wynter, if you like.

I just got in for patrol a few days ago myself, so I'd be delighted to meet up and pool resources. The bar, perhaps?

[domesheriff]

[her eyes widen a bit at the length of his name, but she relaxes when he gives the nickname option--not to mention his offer is kind, and she smiles] Sure. Do you mean the one here at the resort?

[givessweetness]

Yes, it's friendly enough.

[domesheriff]

Okay. Are you free right now, or did you want to do that later?

[thumbsdown]

[Boone is wearing his own patrol uniform when he answers.]

Always good to have more people with us. I'm Boone. I'm with patrol too. If you've got questions, I can try to help out.

[domesheriff]

Thanks, Boone. [it feels good to be welcomed to the security patrol--it gives her a sense of belonging where she desperately needs one] Honestly, I'm still trying to my bearings right now. [she pauses thoughtfully, though, not wanting to pass up such a kind offer] But...well, what sort of assignments do you usually get here?

[thumbsdown]

Patrolling the fence to make sure nothing gets inside, for the most part. Spiders can climb up it and get inside. They're easy enough to kill, and they're only dangerous at night. Skeletons and creepers aren't really a problem so long as you're behind the fence. Walk around the village, too. Sometimes fights happen, usually outside Pugsy's. Right now we've got a situation we're looking into, but Agent K can tell you more about that.

[He doesn't really want to talk about it over the communicator, just incase.]

[Video]

[ratkicker]

[A young, brown-skinned woman in her early twenties shows up on Linda's feed.]

Hey. This is Jade. [Her voice is curt, as if she's making a conscious decision to be reserved.] I'm a photographer and an explorer here.

[domesheriff]

Hi, Jade. [Linda can sense annoyance in the woman's voice, but she's not sure what it's directed at, so she ignores it for now] Nice to meet you. [she pauses, thinking about what she's read about the area] You explore the ruins?

[ratkicker]

Yeah. [A puase.] I help out with documenting what was discovered at dig sites, mostly.

[She seems pretty nice for a law enforcer, but she never can be sure.]

video

[quixotically]

Hey, Linda. Welcome. [Elle smiles.] I'm pretty new here, too, just rolled in last month. Um... I'm Elle, Elle Days. I work as a guide here, for the researchers and all.

I used to be a courier back home, though. The jobs are different enough, but it's the same kind of stuff I used to do in my free time, mostly. With a lot more direction, sure, but... I dunno. I'm liking it anyway. [A sheepish smile.]

[domesheriff]

Hi, Elle. [she smiles back] Thanks.

I'm glad to hear you're liking your job. I...get the impression this is going to be a little different from what I did back home, but honestly I haven't really gotten a good idea of what it's like yet.

[quixotically]

From what I hear, it tends to be less hectic than working in big cities. But I guess that may depend on if you're used to dealing with stuff like the spiders and skeletons here. I mean, that kind of thing, it's pretty normal where I'm from, but... From what I can tell, it's not common on all worlds...