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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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[domesheriff]

Then I'll meet you there. Thanks...Wynter. [and she cuts the feed, heading for the bar]

[givessweetness]

[The last time he was here, he was meeting with Narvin, but that was a meeting with the Head of the CIA, who didn't wish his position to be spread about.

Wynter had no such concerns here. Whether or not there was more to Esquivel than there seemed was irrelevant, as he didn't know any more than the next person here.

With this in mind, he foregoed the 'privacy' of one of the tables against the wall and chose a place more to the middle, closer to the bar.

He rose when he saw her.]

Hello.

[domesheriff]

[she's not sure what to expect from Wynter, but his kindness so far has given her a good impression. she comes to join him at the table, having changed out of her uniform and into a plain shirt and jeans. it doesn't feel right to go drinking in uniform] Hey, Wynter.

[givessweetness]

[Wynter has not bothered to do that, because Time Lords don't… really change their clothes much. But he sits when she does.] What would you like? [He indicates the bar.]

[domesheriff]

[she waves a dismissive hand] Whatever beer they've got on tap. [she's not sure what to expect in terms of drinks in another universe]

Thanks for meeting me. I get the impression there are a lot of people here I should meet. [she pauses for a beat before clarifying:] Uh, people like us, I mean.

[givessweetness]

Right, ok. [He gets them both the same thing and settles the two foamy yellow drinks on the table.]

Uh, 'imports', you mean? [Of course, there a few security people he's been introduced to. And Narvin.]

[domesheriff]

[she gives the drink a considering look before giving it a try. she makes a bit of a face when she does; it's not good, but it's drinkable]

Yeah. Are there a lot of us here? Do you know?

[givessweetness]

N…not really. Enough to cause trouble, apparently, but we're not exactly swamped either.

[domesheriff]

[she frowns, not sure exactly what to make of that] What do you mean? Just security trouble in general?

[because it sounded like he could have been referring to a specific problem]

[givessweetness]

You haven't been briefed? [He did assume she'd do that before arriving. At least... he didn't feel like he acted like he was in charge...]

[domesheriff]

[she makes a face] Oh, that. I...heard a little about it. [she glances around, not sure how much to say in public, and leaves it at that] But it doesn't sound like this place thinks much of us in the first place, either. [she frowns, taking another drink] Hopefully that sort of news won't turn things ugly.

[because she definitely didn't come here expecting to immediately have to quell a riot]

[givessweetness]

No, I suppose not. [There's a slight, automatic shrug. Wynter isn't really concerned with popularity. Just order.]

It's part of our jobs, really, to keep it from getting quite that bad.

[domesheriff]

[she nods, fiddling with the engagement ring on her finger as she thinks about what to ask. since Wynter is also new, she has a feeling he probably doesn't know much more about the town than she does, so she decides to ask about him instead] So you said you just got here? Mind if I ask where you're from?

[givessweetness]

Gallifrey. It's, ah. A planet a few galaxies away from Earth, I think. [Well, he's never actually needed to know.]

[domesheriff]

[she's surprised when he gives a name she recognizes] Oh yeah, I think I met someone else from there. Narvin? [she's not sure if coming from the same planet is enough evidence to assume they know each other, but she figures it's worth mentioning]

Do you...know Earth, then? [the question is a bit awkward; she's still not really sure how to talk about different planets yet]

[givessweetness]

[Wynter just nods at that. He knows him. Not much to say about him, mind you.]

I know of it. I've never been.

[domesheriff]

[at this baffling concept, she nods like it's not surprising. she supposes, in the grand scheme of things, that it shouldn't be; there must be a lot of planets out there, after all. but she's still adjusting to the idea that any sentient life exists out in space, and it's taking her a bit. she pauses to take another drink]

So what's Gallifrey like?

[givessweetness]

[For a beat, Wynter doesn't know what to say. When your universe is essentially Gallifrey, not a lot thought goes into describing it.]

Well, it's… very beautiful. Silver trees and red grass, um… the main city is the Capitol. And that's stood for millennia… I mean, it was destroyed once or twice, but we built over it…

[How's he does?]

[domesheriff]

That sounds... [different? beautiful? she's not sure what to say. her universe was Chester's Mill, so she can commiserate with Wynter's uncertainty about how to talk to outsiders] ...like something. It's a huge city, then?

[givessweetness]

Pretty big. But most are pretty quiet districts. Which I guess is unusual. Most of the murder happens around politics really. [He gives a half-hearted, self-conscious shrug. He speaks as a victim, really.]

[domesheriff]

[she gives a wry smile at that] I take it you worked security there, too? [because she doesn't think most people would begin a description of their homes by talking about typical causes of murder]

[givessweetness]

[Wait, that wasn't a natural response?] Head of Capitol Security, actually. [But he's fairly bashful about it.]

[domesheriff]

[she's surprised to hear that, considering how young he looks. then again, she did spend two days as sheriff before she came here, but that never would have happened without extreme circumstances. and so, her tone is impressed when she says:] Wow. I'm sure Blackway is glad to have you.

[givessweetness]

[He smiles but it's out of politeness, than pride.]'Well, I'd hope so.

[domesheriff]

[she snorts at that response, but then she pauses to take another drink and think about what else to ask. after a moment, she continues with:] So is there anything else you think I should know about this place?

[while she knows Wynter has only been there for a few more days than she has, she figures it's always worth asking--especially considering his background in security]