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[naughtbutlife]

[For the curious - Angelica's headed straight for the kitchens. Being half-starved for two years will rearrange your priorities a little.

It takes her a while to figure out the communicator, and there's a couple of muffled, nervous posts lasting all of three seconds just before this.What cheer, everyone. I am not so certain if you can even hear

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[lost_undercover]

Do you know an Edward Sexby?

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[naughtbutlife]

I do, and you are not the first to ask.

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[lost_undercover]

I suggest you avoid him. I don't know what he's like where you're from, but I don't know if he's the same guy here. He's dangerous and temperamental. You understand?

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[naughtbutlife]

He is a good man for a fight. That is what I know.

I think he is no more dangerous or temperamental than he has always been. May I ask how long he has been here upon the Barge?

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[victimofnoone]

Hey, I'm Hayley Stark... Are you okay?

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[naughtbutlife]

What cheer, madam. I am well enough, aye. Why do you ask?

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[victimofnoone]

You sound.. hungry? I actually didn't even realize that was possible, but you kind of do right now.

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[naughtbutlife]

Ravenous, actually. Food was just a little scarce back where I am from.

[quiteagooddonor]

Hello!

It is brilliant, isn't it? They have a bit of everything. They even have 'Coke.' You'll have to try some.

Oh, uh.. my name's Tommy D. I'm a warden too and only just got here myself. Well, a week or two ago, I suppose. If you wanted to be more precise.

[naughtbutlife]

How now, sir! And there is sugar here! In little paper packets. It is a marvel.

...coke. What is coke?

[quiteagooddonor]

I'm.. good. Yeah, it's good here. How now to you?

Coke's a drink. I don't know what's in it, but it's brown and fizzy and it tastes good. Really good. It's my favorite, I think.

[naughtbutlife]

I am well, thank you. Better than I have been in a long while.

Brown and...fizzy? Sounds novel.

[failedcreator]

Mrs Sexby, you have returned to us?

[naughtbutlife]

....I am not Mrs. Sexby.

[failedcreator]

You are not? [Pause.] You only appear as she does in bodily form, then?

[naughtbutlife]

I am Angelica Fanshawe. I have been told that I was here once before, but I beg of you not to mistake me for that woman. I have not her memories.