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[ Patch thinks she's figured out how to broadcast to the network from the terminal screen in her room. She actually begins transmitting before she realizes, and there are a few candid moments of her checking settings along the edge of the screen, clearing her throat, running one hand through her hair and sweeping a few stray strands of her long bangs back behind her ear. ]

Hello, Anchor. My name is Detective Patch.

We've, ah, been through a lot these last two weeks. I can't be the only one who's had to suspend a lot of my disbelief to wrap my head around this place. It feels unreal. Part of me want to embrace that, to cling to the assertion that this can't be happening, and let that be a comfort. I don't think it'll be productive, though. I think our best method of accepting any new situation is to connect with others in the same situation.

I know, easier said than done. Opening up is never easy, especially to a stranger... so I'll go first.

[ She takes a deep breath. ]

I died. Back home. I was shot in the back - good shot. Center mass, a little left of the sternum. I bled out quickly. It didn't hurt much. I never really dwelt on the idea of my own violent death, but I always knew there was a strong chance of it in my line of work, and I knew that a gunshot would be top of the list of possible causes. I'd always assumed it would hurt... so much more than it did.

[ She takes another deep breath. ]

So I died, which I was... sort of prepared for. Then I woke up here. I was not at all prepared for that. I'm still not. I don't know if anyone else here has had a similar experience, has died in their own world. I don't know if anyone else is having trouble processing it. If you are, you're not alone. Which also means that I'm not alone, and I have to tell you-- that's a comforting thought.

If you'd like to talk about it, I'd-- like to hear about it. Maybe we can help each other.

[ A beat. She clears her throat again, and her posture gets a little bit straighter. ]

Maybe we can all help each other. The most important thing for us to remember, for us all to remember, is that we're not alone in this place. We're not going through this alone. We can get through this. We just need to take care of one another.

If there is anything I can do for you. If you need someone to talk to, or you want to go looking for something but you're afraid to go on your own, I'm here for you. Literally right here.

[ She uses both hands, index fingers extended, to point down at her feet, and the floor she's standing on. ]

I'm in room zero-two-zero, if you'd rather talk face to face, or if you need in person help with something else. It doesn't matter if we don't know each other. I still want to help.

[ And now she's not sure what to do. Other than end her broadcast. So she nods her head, just once, and offers the camera a little hopeful smile. ]

All right. Detective Patch, signing off, and... hoping to hear from you.

[ Then her hand reaches out toward the camera, right above the screen on her wall, and her feed goes dark. ]

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Not a chance.

But that's kinda beside the point since I'm here and not there. Stuck in another place to .. atone or some shit like that. Maybe.

I'll get back to slow starvation eventually, but I'm trying to not do that again, so I've been checking out the kitchens. Not a lot happening there. But there's some food growing up top. Berries and lettuce and stuff.

We might find a way to send people back to where they came from, though it sounds like you wouldn't want to go. I can't say that I blame you.

The kitchen in the living quarters area seems to be really basically stocked. Not exactly functional, but... trying? Have you found other kitchens?

[ He doesn't want to talk about death, they won't talk about death. They'll talk about something else. Besides, he hasn't actually died yet. There's still hope for him, right? She'd like to find a way to get him to hold on to that hope, if she can. ]

[He'll talk about it all day if she's actually curious. He just doesn't want to take over her optimistic post with his standard depressive pessimism.]

Just the one so far. It's operating, so more than I expected.

Why do you think we'd be able to send people home? You found some sort of transporter room or something?

No, but something brought us here. We don't know what it is or why, but once we figure it out, it may be able to send people back.

Yeah that's what we did in Hadriel and half of us seem to have ended up here.

Not that we shouldn't try, but you know... No guarantees.

Hey, if life came with guarantees, I wouldn't be here.

If a large group of people was able to travel from Hadriel to here, that just means that it's possible. It's a place to start, at least. It's something.

Not intentionally though. We were all trying to go different places, and we're not all here. Just... some people.

But yeah, it's something I guess. Though I don't know how to figure out the connection. We all woke up in the same place yeah? The whole room with the video and the shower thing? Not like we have something unique about us.

Well wait. I died. Poe died. I don't know about Nate but maybe - he was in the battle.

Did Hux? Did Peter? Peter better fucking not have died.

Is this the room with the duct tape and the chair where you're about to die, or do you mean after? After you went to Hadriel, did you die there?

[ She's also trying to piece it together. If there's a connection, then there's a first step. The more points of information they can gather, the better. ]

No no, that's back in Montana.

I died in Hadriel. I got shot. A lot. There was this whole war.. against these machines.

So you died, but you also went through a portal?

Or were these two separate instances?

[ Ordinarily she wouldn't even be entertaining the idea of dying, then not being dead, then doing other shit. Except, you know, that's the boat she's currently in. ]

Separate.

After Montana I ... wait. Are you taking notes right now? You're taking notes aren't you? We're not on the force anymore.

You don't have to file a report.

[She can't see it but he rubs his eyes after that little outburst. Why can't he just be fucking normal.]

Sorry.

After Montana I woke up in Hadriel. I was there for about a year and then I was killed. But after I died I woke back up in Hadriel again a few days later. One of the Gods, or whatever they are, revived me. And then when we left we walked through a door, but I guess it's like a portal. Should have functioned like one.

And maybe it did for other people.

Just my fucking luck.

I'm not taking notes. I have limited paper, and your story is easy enough to follow. So far. And for the record, there is nothing wrong with being a note taker.

So, Hadriel gods had actual power over life and death?

[ Just excuse her while she sets her device down for a moment to have a teeny tiny panic attack where Pratt can't hear it. ]

Did the gods also create the doorway portal?

Yeah. There was one called Hope who revived people when they died but it used up his power somehow.

I tried not to talk to them so I have no idea how it works.

They didn't create it. We found it and they spent months trying to figure out how to make it work.

Though.. I do think I went home for a bit and don't remember it. Probably because I'm not conscious. But I dunno how my Judge got here. She wasn't in Hadriel. So I was probably home before here.

And I only have some stuff I left with.

So you went from Hadriel, briefly home, and now you're here, with nothing you left Hadriel with, and only a few of the things you had on you back home?

[ If she's following that correctly. ]

Who is your Judge?

I have some of the Hadriel stuff, my shovel, some rocks, the phone I had there. But I also have my Judge now who wasn't with me there.

CT-107. This thing does video right? One sec.

[There's some static and fumbling as he figures out how to transition to a video call. He turns the screen on something white and puffy that seems to suddenly think the comm is food.]

No go over there. You can't eat this.

[Says Pratt, because the wolf sure is gonna try to chomp it, a horrifying view of teeth and a thunk as she tries to pull the device away.]

You're supposed to be smart. Go.. go sit over there. Do an awoo.

[Pratt isn't visible on the feed but behind the camera he gives a pretty good wolf howl and CT-107 plops down on the ground and joins in. ]

[ Patch switches to a video call when he does, because that's so much easier than trying to figure out how to switch the settings. So he'll get a bit of a genuinely shocked face. ]

Is that a wolf? Your dog looks a lot like a wolf. You named her Judge?

I wasn't allowed to name them.

And she is a wolf. She's Clinical Trial 107. CT-107.

[Upon hearing her "name" the wolf stops howling and looks up at him before dropping her head onto her paws.]

But she wasn't with me in Hadriel so I must have gone home at some point. I think. Unless I came straight here and she came from home... randomly. That wouldn't make sense.

You could... name her now? Or does she respond to CT-107?

[ If so that's kind of weird, but probably not for the wolf. It's not like she knows the difference. ]

So why do you call her Judge if that's not her name?

Peter wants to call her Princess Thug. And I am absolutely not naming her Princess Thug.

[Famous last words.]

It's kinda a long story. Judge is sorta a .. category I guess. She's trained in a certain way. For hunting.

[ Princess Thug is absolutely her name now. You shouldn't have said anything. ]

All right, but why do you call wolves that are trained to hunt Judges? Wouldn't you call them Hunters?

You'd have to ask Jacob. I didn't come up with it.

So there's no actual reason for it? It's just because of a guy who's horrible at classifying things?

I guess?

Why does it matter?

It... doesn't.

[ None of what they're talking about now matters, really. Isn't that the point of getting to know people? Patch looks obviously confused. ]

Am I bothering you?

Nah, you just seem really insistent on finding out. Which is weird? Of all the things around here we gotta figure out, why Jacob decided to call wolves "Judges" back in Montana a million miles away seems pretty low priority.

I'm more interested in if the water is drinkable long-term, or if the dome is gonna crack and we're all gonna get radiation poisoning, or if there's gonna be enough food.

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