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[ A face some might have familiarized themselves with by now, but for most, here's a brand new imPort on the Network. Sabrina doesn't look as visibly exhausted or stressed as she did weeks ago when she first arrived, appearing chipper enough in the feed that one could assume she's settling in well.

(She's not there, no.)

She adjusts the black headband so that she keeps locks of her blond hair tucked behind her ears and away from her eyes and face. In her hand, she has a notebook and a pencil. For anyone paying attention, somewhere in the corner a slick black tail can be spotted. There's definitely a soft mew before Sabrina speaks. ]

I suppose I should get into the habit of using this communicator. It's definitely handy, but... [ Her lips press together. ] Hi, I'm Sabrina. I ported in here a few weeks ago and even though the soldiers gave me some sort of introductory pamphlet I have to say it would have been nice if they had given a warning that Swear-Ins apparently have a tendency to go south.

Honestly, I can't believe those events are still sponsored since most people I've met so far have told me this is normal.

[ She showcases her notepad, setting it down on the empty dinner table of her house. ]

So, because so many imPorts have been here long enough, I'm going to ask what sort of things a newcomer's got to be prepared for. Moon base takeovers? Apocalyptic floods? Zombies? I'd rather not be caught off guard, if I can.



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[ It's such an oddity, Sabrina has to satiate her curiosity. ]

As in a medical condition?

[prayercycles]

[ There's a moment where Fortunato is about to say something, then stops- he's trying to find the right way to put this. ]

A medical condition that- that changed, when I received powers.

[ Easier than saying "my eyes grew back." ]

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For the better, I presume?

[prayercycles]

[ Fortunato frankly isn't sure why he was thought deserving of having a power like this. But, if he had to say so...he's thankful. ]

I suppose. [ Despite all the problems it's caused him, it's been a godsend, too. Literally, in his opinion. ] My point is the same.

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[ Given how cagey he's being about it, Sabrina doesn't back down. ]

What was the condition?

[prayercycles]

[ Sabrina can't see him grimace. Probably for the better.

Hopefully she won't pry any more than she already is- this part, at least, isn't really a big secret. ]

...I could not see at all.

[melodramagic]

[ An awkward silence falls. ]

... I'm sorry.

[prayercycles]

[ He'd rather her not feel that way. Honestly, it feels as if it was longer ago than it was, after the last few months. ]

It is nothing. [ No it's not, but that's how he wants her to feel. ] Because- everything is much different, here.

[melodramagic]

[ That's what others have been trying to explain to her since the start as well. She might hate it here, but for others, it's a second chance at a better life in some ways. ]

Would you rather stay here?

[prayercycles]

[ Sabrina cuts right to the bone, doesn't she. He hesitates before answering, trying to make sure he doesn't tell her too much. ]

...No. That would not be fair. [ There's too many people still in his. ]

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[ It takes her a moment, but she understands eventually. ]

... no, I guess it wouldn't.

[prayercycles]

[ A surprisingly understanding response. He doesn't like to push, but- ]

Then...do you think it would be the same, for you?

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I can't stay here. I have... my family and friends to help at home.

[prayercycles]

[ And he feels the same way. Though he wonders how much she's figured out. ]

They say no time has passed, if we go back. But- no one would know what would happen, if someone stayed permanently. [ He pauses. ] If that is ever possible.

[melodramagic]

I keep hearing that... about time, I mean.

[ A pause. ]

It would be nothing good. Suddenly vanishing from your life? Your friends and family never knowing what happened to you? It's a horrifying thought.

[prayercycles]

[ It occurs to Fortunato that almost no one would know what had happened to him for a while, in that scenario- some hours at minimum. It might take days before most of the people who really knew him found out. Weeks, maybe.

It's a grim thing. But he still wouldn't leave like that. ]

Some people still want it. [ He pauses. ] It- it must be different, for all of them- their reasons.

[melodramagic]

I wouldn't blame anyone for wanting to escape.

[ Sabrina sighs, running a hand through her hair. ]

I just wish there was a way for people who want to escape to come here willingly and for those of us who want to go back for there to be a way out.

[prayercycles]

[ Sabrina seems thoughtful. Fortunato isn't one to share his thoughts much, but when he does rarely talk to others, he sometimes finds it useful to know how they feel- even if just for future reference. ]

...Why- why do you think that is? Why we are kept here.

[melodramagic]

It's hard to say right now... I don't know enough just yet.