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[The video clicks on to reveal another of the network's newest members, the blue-haired, punk rock teen that is Chloe Price. She's sitting somewhere outside, a balcony maybe, and [eople who know Sarah Manning will recognize it as the balcony outside of her apartment. She's straddling the back of a chair, arms folded across it, showing off the sleeve tattoo on her arm. There's a lit cigarette dangling from between two fingers, and it bounces as her hand moves nervously, eyes studying the screen to try and figure out if it's working. The communicator is sitting on the table in front of her, and the blue-haired teen reaches out to give it a poke.]

I guess this thing is on. Okay.

Yo.

[She gives a two-finger wave with her cigarette.]

Name's Chloe, I'm new, just got...sucked up into this weird-ass fuckin' world like the rest of you. Guess it's cool enough so far? Aside from the cold war and Russian kidnappings? Don't really get all that but whatever. Glad I missed it. Let's see, what else. I like long walks on the beach, bad movies and punk rock music.

[She smirks.]

That's what this thing is for right? 'Getting to know our fellow imports?' Man, whatever.

[She rolls her eyes.]

Okay, so, social media bullshit out of the way. [She takes a drag on her cigarette then flicks it away, reaching out to scoop up her cell-phone from home and holding it up to the camera.]

Anyone know how to get my pictures and shit off this and onto this. [She taps the phone then points at the communicator.]

I don't have a laptop or anything to do a normal file swap and I kiiiiiinda don't wanna lose my stuff when the battery on this thing craps out. Probably not gonna get a lot of chances for pictures from home, right?

Anyway, that's it. Hit me up if you want, I got allllll the time in the world.

[She reaches out to scoop up the communicator, but stops right before shutting it off.]

Oh! And if anybody needs a tattoo or a piercing, I'm your girl. Place actually gave me a kinda kick-ass job. Later.

[And...click.]

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[For a long moment, Max simply stares at the screen in shock, tears welling up as she hears the one voice she never thought she'd hear again. She wonders if maybe she's dreaming - or worse, if she's snapped from what just happened to her. But Max is nothing if not willing to face a situation, so she hesitantly turns on the screen.]

Chloe?

[Just one name, but God, she's missed saying it so much.]

[Chloe didn't really know how the network worked, so she wasn't expecting an answer right away. So she'd already stood up and walked away from the phone when she heard that voice.]

[So from a few feet away there's just:]

What?

[And then a pause of maybe fifteen seconds before the communicator is being scooped up so fast she nearly drops it, snatching it out of the air before it can tumble away. And she just...stares.]

...Max?

[Max starts laughing. She can't help it; she's so damned happy to see Chloe and hear her voice again. And, yes, those are a few tears.]

Oh my gosh, I can't believe it. Is it really you?

[Chloe drops back down into her chair with a little grunt. Max was here? Why? Chloe understood that it wasn't just dead people, Sarah'd explained that to her. But...still. Max had a life. Things she was supposed to be doing. She was supposed to be happy, right? Or at least...something.]

[Another delay before she answers.]

Yeah. It's...uh. It's me. [And then a laugh, soft and sort and a little bit broken because...she honestly never expected to see her again.]

Shit Max. I-

[Yup. She's having trouble wording.]

[Despite the joy she feels, Max is torn. On the one hand, Chloe's alive. On the other, she's here, and that means she'll more than likely be dealing with the same horrible shit that Max has so recently dealt with. And what's more, Max knows that she'll have gotten superpowers upon arrival. Will they be enough for her to defend herself?]

I've missed you so much.

[But there it is.]

[Hearing that actually made her heart skip a beat, which was...christ, she was like a twelve year old with a crush again, wasn't she? And weirdly enough, she hadn't missed Max...she hadn't had time to miss Max. Until she suddenly realized all the times in the last few days she'd thought about calling her or telling her something. Little things she'd brushed aside.]

I...

[What to say?]

I didn't think you were here, Max. I...didn't think I'd see you again. Fuck.

[Another laugh, this one breaking somewhere in the middle. She's sniffling, but she doesn't care - all that matters is that the most important person in her life is here now.

Even if that does suck on so many levels.]

It's okay.

[But she has to wonder...]

How long have you been here?

Like...three days? I met this lady named Sarah, she's been letting me crash with her.

[Okay. Normal talking. She could do this.]

I didn't...I mean, I would've said something sooner if I thought you...

Christ listen to me. How...uh...long have you been here?

Sarah? I've spoken to a Sarah...

[Okay. It's okay. Chloe probably needed a few days to gather her thoughts and get herself together.]

I understand. It's alright.

[Aaaaaaaand here comes the hard part.]

I've been here since November.

[And she hasn't really recovered from the whole "kidnapped by asshole Russians" thing. She doesn't look that well at all, though she's putting on a brave face.]

Short lady, brown hair? Has a lot of sisters?

[Quintuplets. Come to a world with superpowers, but the weirdest thing is the quintuplets...]

Nov...that's like, three months. Jesus. I...

[What did that even mean?]

Uh. [A beat, and a moment to settle herself, and then there was that grin of hers...]

Sorry I'm late?

Yeah, that's the Sarah I've spoken to.

[Max manages another shaky laugh at that, wiping the tears away.]

It's okay. You're here, now.

She's pretty cool. Saved me from having to go sleep in the government housing anyway.

[Chloe was taking comfort in talking about things that didn't matter, but it wasn't really working.]

Seriously though, three months, Max. They said some crazy shit has been going on. ...Are you okay?

[If anyone was going to get into crazy shit it was gonna be Supermax...]

I am now. Don't worry.

[She's really, really not, Chloe.]

[Max says 'don't worry', which means Chloe is immediately worrying. She sat up a bit more in her chair, frowning at the screen.]

...Look, uh. Where are you, huh? We should meet up.

I'm in Heropa. What about you?

I'm in Nonah. But I can just take the porter to you, right?

Yeah. Anywhere you wanna meet?

[Where to meet. So she could see Max again. Jesus this was a weird day.]

I'll come to you, okay? Just...tell me where to go.

[She's already standing up, grabbing her stuff off the balcony table.]

I'll text you.

[And here, have a text!

With emojis.]

NO EMOJI see you soon

[Answering the text is easier than saying anything, and then Chloe is stuffing her phone and communicator into her pockets and racing inside to find her jacket and head to the address Max gave her, with a shout to her roommate that she was going out.]

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[Max can't help but smile as she reads the familiar response, racing down the steps of the place she shares with a couple of the other ImPorts, and hastily grabbing her camera and her bag as she does.

Because like hell is she not going to mark this occasion with a photo.

Her heart is pounding as she waits, and Max honestly doesn't know whether to laugh or cry.]

[It takes Chloe...however long distances take here...to get there, and she is almost running by the time she arrives. She spots Max and slides to a stop, standing in the shadows of something-or-other, and she just...watches. Not for too long, twenty, maybe thirty seconds. Chloe had honestly believed she would never see Max again, had figured it was part of whatever punishment was being hoisted onto her for a life of fucking up.]

[And yet...there she was. Looking as dorky and hipster and pretty as Chloe remembered. And real? This couldn't all be some trick, right? Finally her feet overrode the anxiety in her brain and she found herself approaching, a steady walk, and finally dropping to a stop a few feet behind her.]

[She didn't think she'd ever been this nervous in her entire life.]

Hey Max.

[Max froze at the sound of Chloe's voice for a few moments, still hardly able to believe it. When she turned around, her eyes were teary, and she looked as though she'd just seen a ghost.

Which she had, sort of.

But Max had changed during her time here. Her hair had grown a bit, Max not having bothered to do much more than trim her bangs every so often, and she was much more in shape than she had been before (although she was still quite thin). Furthermore, she had dark circles under her eyes, and was paler than she had been before.

But it was still undeniably Max.]

Hey.

how good a tattoo artist are you?

[She was going to play it cool, she really was. That wasn't exactly her thing, but she was going to try because otherwise she was going to either start crying, or make a complete ass of herself, or both and...jesus Max looked tired. She hadn't even looked that bad when they'd been standing on the cliff...]

[Oh fuck it.]

[Chloe closes the space between them and makes to wrap Max in a kind of ridiculously tight hug, burying her face in the shorter girl's shoulder.]

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