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[cold_dry_pieces]

It's funny that such a remote place gets as much tourist traffic as this. No way in or out, except once every couple of months, and generally you can't or won't give us a clue on how to find our way back where we belong

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[the_tristero]

Any letters to go out?

[cold_dry_pieces]

Letters home? I didn't know they'd let us write.

[the_tristero]

They may. They may not.
You can write, we will carry.
We can make no guarantees, but we will carry them out and carry out and carry.

[cold_dry_pieces]

I don't think I have anything to say.

[sympathy_for]

[ In heavily accented English. ]

No way in. No way out.

[cold_dry_pieces]

There must be, if people come and go.

[sympathy_for]

Door are open, but not for all. Some. Some must stay where they are.

[cold_dry_pieces]

That's hardly optimistic. But about what I expect. You're a tourist?

[dreaming_dexter]

It is the right time of year.

...Rudy?

[cold_dry_pieces]

Getting there at least.

In the flesh.

[dreaming_dexter]

Can't say I expected to find you here, but this week is turning out to be full of surprises.

Where are you?

[cold_dry_pieces]

Is it?

It's probably easier for me to find you than for you to find me. Unless you know your way around?

[bakurakrazie]

Heeeeyyyyyy, Bri-Bri.

[cold_dry_pieces]

I'm not sure I should dignify that with a response.

[bakurakrazie]

Probably not, but you did anyway!

How're things?

[cold_dry_pieces]

So I did.

Honestly? I've been better, but I've been worse.