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[bothfoulandfair]

[Elsa doesn't really know enough about how to use her comm to know much about what's going on right now. Actually, she hasn't checked the network much at all in the days since she arrived here, and so she doesn't think to look at it now before making this post.

She's in her room, still in the same dress she was in when she arrived, and she hasn't exactly ventured out or really tried to get to know anyone, but at least she's not completely panicking and falling apart right now, so that's progress.]

I wanted to say thank you, to everyone who tried to help me. [When she arrived. B(]

I appreciate what you were trying to do.

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[deadly_ned]

It's no trouble. Wasn't.

Glad you're settling in.

Can I get you anything?

[bothfoulandfair]

No, thank you.

[But she does sound grateful, sort of. Under the everything is totally under control!!! mask and everything.]

[deadly_ned]

Okay.

Digby seems to like you.

[bothfoulandfair]

Does he?

[deadly_ned]

Yes.

Although he also liked the cannibal who kidnapped me and murdered my inmate, but I suspect it was because said person fed him meat.

[heavenlymisandrist]

Are you feeling recovered?

[bothfoulandfair]

Yes.

[NOPE, but she's been lying about that her whole life.] I apologize for my... outburst.

[heavenlymisandrist]

[ Yes, Ceres is quite familiar with social sensibilities. ]

It was harmless. Even without my powers I will not be harmed so easily.

[bothfoulandfair]

I'm glad to hear it.

[heavenlymisandrist]

[ ...

Okay, okay fine. She will keep trying. Sometimes she really hates the sweet girl in her head. ]

I have not been here long enough to have become comfortable in my own powerlessness. You may find it comforting to know that you are not alone.

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[youwillgotohell]

Feeling more at ease? [she doubt it]

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[bothfoulandfair]

In a prison with a group of strangers, far away from everything I've ever known?

[r u srs]

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[youwillgotohell]

Yes, precisely.

[super not srs]

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[bothfoulandfair]

How long have you been here?

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[youwillgotohell]

[She actually has to think, and. Wow.]

Two years. Two years, next month.

[fireincarnate]

[Jean's smile is gentle, if a bit sceptical.]

Of course. How are you?

[bothfoulandfair]

[As it should be. :V]

I'm fine.

[fireincarnate]

[She arches an eyebrow, just slightly; she lets her doubts show, but she doesn't voice them.]

How's your room?

[bothfoulandfair]

It's fine.

[Actually, that's kind of a lie, and she's pausing for a moment to put a filter on like Dillon showed her.]

[Private]

It doesn't have a bathroom.

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[fireincarnate]

[A slight, fleeting grimace.] Yeah - none of the Inmate cabins do. Sorry about that.

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[orderfromchaos]

But you don't feel particularly helped.

[Mild; it's the unavoidable implication of trying.]

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[bothfoulandfair]

Not really.

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[orderfromchaos]

That's. Fair.

If there is anything I can do...

[It is, frankly, ridiculous. He changes the fundamental laws of the universe, but it feels like he can't ever help the people he actually wants to.]

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[bothfoulandfair]

I'll let you know.

[She probably won't. B( But she doesn't want to be rude. He's been nothing but helpful to her.]

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[orderfromchaos]

[He takes a slow breath, pulls it in, blows it out, bracing himself. It's hard to just - start. But that's why it has to be him first, doesn't it?]

I've never been totally in control of my powers. When I was younger, barely at all. I hurt a lot of people.