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[It's the middle of the night. She's been here for a little while now. As the video feed flickers to life. A woman fumbles with her device for half a second - until she realizes that she's already recording herself.]

Whoah--

[Rochelle props up the video where it's revealed she's sitting cross-legged on a bed. The glow of the phone and the street lights outside her window provide little light, but it's easy enough to at least make out the basic details. For one, Rochelle was battered to hell. Neatly-wrapped gauze and bandages poked out of her loose top and littered the rest of her body. There were also deep-colored bruises on her face and arms, but you'd have to look hard to see them in the dim light.

Bonus points if you can make out the fire axe and AK-47 in the corner leaned against the wall.]

... I couldn't sleep. A-aaand I figured I oughta try this thing out. I guess there aren't a lot of people awake right now, but. [She holds a hand up and flashes a weak, tired smile.] Hi. I'm Rochelle.

So. Uh. [Cue a nervous laugh. She honestly has no idea what to do or think.] I'm from Cleveland. I work in TV news--WORKED in TV news--before... actually, I don't know if you guys would believe me. I... really don't know how to tell you - save MYSELF - this without sounding three-hundred-percent crazy. [There's a pause in between as she mutters "not like that's anything new".] Me - we, I mean. A group of guys I was with. We JUST got our asses out of New Orleans and with the military. We were on the chopper when...

... when.

[She glances sideways.]

This happened. And I have no idea how it happened. You'd think I wouldn't be complaining about getting out of the goddamn apocalypse, but... then--then there's all this shit about super powers, porting, and--[She catches herself. Yet another pause. Rochelle took a deep breath. Her head dipped down and she stared at the floor.] Honestly? I'm just waiting for myself to stop sounding so calm. I don't know how I'm doing it either. This is the first real bed I've had in what feels like forever. You'd think I could sleep.

[God, she was exhausted. And bewildered. And confused. Way, WAY too confused.]

Coach? Ellis? Nick? If you can hear this, say something. I hope you guys are here. [Her tone goes quiet, sad.] Just. Lemme know if you're okay.

[Let her know that she wasn't completely alone.]

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[ While the last person to be accused of putting himself out there, Levi also knew she would be food for the sharks that liked to be sardonic assholes to people who had difficulty adapting. ]

Rochelle is it? We met in Pennsylvania.

[Rochelle could bite back when it came to assholes. Normally. But the exhaustion didn't help. The information overload she could kind-of adjust to. The constant adrenaline rush was gone, though, and the almost two weeks of fighting for her ass was catching up.]

Levi? Holy shit, so that's how this thing works. Hey.

I see you remember me.

[ Both his tone and overall posture were neutral, though more because he operated in a constant state of equanimity than not wanting to upset a tightly-wound Rochelle. ]

You weren't this talkative the last time we met. The people who brought you here; they were close-fisted on the details?

[lightly:] Getting spirited out of apocalypses seems to be a recurring theme around here. I'm sure more than a few'll chime in.

You're the one who got me talking. Of course I remember. [And she might be tired but she flashes him a little smile regardless.]

Kind of. Not too god-awfully, but. To be honest, a lot of it went over my head. That didn't help.

[Blink. Holy shit, this thing really does work.]

What do you mean?

[ Never one to smile, he only offers a small nod in reply. ]

They should have given you a file; a personal dossier.

There is no one in the network's system registered by the name of Ellis or Coach.

Your teammates?

[Sorry, were you expecting someone who sounds sympathetic... ]

Did you just say you escaped the apocalypse?

Good evening, ma'am.

[Never mind that "evening" actually is "middle of the night."]

You should be proud of yourself for keeping your wits about you, not expressing disbelief. It merely speaks to a fundamental core of level-headedness.

Do give the deets! Just what kind of apocalypse was it?

[there's a tone to his voice that says "hey, these happen all the time."]

[wait.] Wait. [what.] What?

[sorry but the "happens all the time" tone is throwing her off.]

More like middle of the night, but evening to you too.

[Man. She's surprised she's getting this many responses.]

Thanks? I'd call it something more like 'barely keeping it together', but. I guess LOOKING like I'm sane's a good thing.

Uh. Something like that. Yeah. I actually prefer calling it the infection, but. [That's another tangent.]

No one?

... Wait, how do you know?

Yeah. I got that much.

An infection, huh?

Like a zombie movie or something?

Hm. If you truly find yourself so close to breaking down, we do have mental health services available here.

Oh, you know. Small-scale, large-scale, explosions kind, gods getting together and hitting themselves with axes and hammers due to the weaving of the Fates, the dreaded zombie apocalypse, or the mortal caused desolate World War sort of thing?

[well, to him, maybe.]

None of them really end happily, mind you.

Then you would have taken note of a few changes. [ Or not. He knew some people came here born with all manner or creepy powers. ] You should concern yourself with acclimatizing before you go solving the whole mystery of our situation.

I looked. It's really not that hard. Although considering you just barely know how to handle the communicator given to you, I shouldn't be holding my breath.

[she quirks an eyebrow.]

Wow. You usually this helpful? Because gee. Sorry for not immediately knowing how to do things. Call me next time you're near-dead exhausted and trying to figure out how shit like this works.

[god she is NOT in the the mood to put up with douches. bad enough that this guy told her what she didn't want to hear. though be honest, she didn't feel THAT inclined to believe a guy like this even if she knew it was true.]

If this is how you're gonna be, I do NOT have the energy to deal with it. Bye.

... Probably. [To be honest, she didn't read the details. But she knew the basics.] So. From what I got, super powers are a thing here. As in comic book super powers? [????????????????????]

What?

[from her video, rochelle holds her hands up.]

Okay okay okay. You're gonna have to slow way the hell down for me, young'n. It's way too late for me to comprehend ANY of what you just said.

Oh, no. No, no, no. I don't think I'm that bad.

--I think.

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