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[snoobs]

[ When the feed comes to life, Hemali is seated on a couch, her legs drawn up and shoulders and neck hunched over. On the coffee table is a small bottle of nail polish, which she goes about applying with precision over her toe nails.

She doesn't glance at the camera right away, letting the silence linger until she's finished painting the nail the way she wants. Then she finally looks up and smiles, but it isn't one offered up in apology for making anyone wait, not that she believes she has anything to apologize for. ]

Isn't this all interesting? I've never seen a device like this or heard of one that could shuffle people from across the universe.

[ Her eyes light up at the thought, masking any concerns she has about the fact there's something with far greater power than she might ever have. ]

Nor have I heard about machines that could grant people power. What I find most strange having looked over this network, is that so many people would give up these powers if it meant leaving this place? I had always thought people preferred being special and having that kind of security. Does your power not provide that?

[ A contemplative pause. ]

Maybe I am a little excited to travel for once, personally.

[ Not completely, but who needs to know behind a calm affect is a woman who feels threatened by the Porter? She goes back to painting her nails, interested in hearing what these other imPorts have to say in response. ]

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[snoobs]

What was it?

[curada]

[He cannot answer that so easily.]

All men must have their secrets. I express a wish for mine to remain silent.

[snoobs]

You already began the story. You should finish it.

[ She levels her gaze. ]

Why are you hiding your face?

[curada]

I had rather better be able to express myself, than to toil with the effort of calming social apprehension. In truth, I don't see anything in facial conversation that brings me joy.

[snoobs]

And my face doesn't?

[ A "hmph!" that follows. ]

[curada]

[Uncomfortable turns to comfortable in less than a minute. He stops arguing for his wants. Stops arguing about most things. Who could resist behavior that deliriously reminded him of home? He pushes himself to switch formats; without a smile as fate would put it.]

I seem to have conveyed offense when it was not my intention. My apologies.

[snoobs]

Good.

[ She's not too fond of this text option so far. It's more time consuming for her to have to read everything carefully. ]

And you'll keep your secrets close to your chest, won't you?

[curada]

[It's safer not to show his discomfort, so he doesn't.]

Secrets must remain precisely so. I will not attempt to shine light on a life that isn't mine.

[snoobs]

[ Curious; she'll have to keep poking till he spills it someday. ]

Not one for gossip?

[curada]

[ No poking! :| ]

I am happy to be indulged in a little bit of gossip concerning the people I know. I can inform myself of their lives with some pleasure. Gossip about people cast outside society? That brings me no sense of joy.

[snoobs]

There's not much harm in it.

What do you do for fun?

[curada]

I drink tea.

[snoobs]

And?

[curada]

[He can't think of anything else.]

Other than that I cannot say. My mind has become accustomed to my work; I must observe that it's made me rather boring.

[snoobs]

Sounds a bit like it.

We can always go for tea again.

[curada]

Quite so. Then would you like to decide?

[snoobs]

How about tomorrow?

[curada]

Very well. I motion you to contact me at your convenience when you have decided the location and time.

[The idea of this get together is torture, but he can't refuse it.]

[snoobs]

Perfect. It's a date.

[ She flashes him a grin. ]