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[The Lone Wanderer crosses her arms with her lips pursed back in clear annoyance.]

Are you done talking about how neurotic and crazy I am to the world? [In regards to writing her profile info. She's not at all happy about the way she's described. Even if it's all true, it couldn't have been said make her sound a little less awful?] What, no? Then why am I standing here? What am I supposed to do?

[She begins tapping her foot. This is too much pressure. Throw her back in the wasteland, already. No wait don't do that. But don't put her here.]

It's not like you're going to listen to anything I say. I mean, I could sit here and be all, "hey put me back I have things to do back home" but that'll all just fall on deaf ears. And I don't really want to go home. [She spreads her arms out, her voice getting comically high.] But I don't wanna be here either!

[There's a pause before she sucks her teeth and rolls her eyes.]

Look what you did! I ended up complaining anyway. Look, whatever you have planned for me hurry it up already. The wait is killing my insides slowly. I wanna know how screwed I am already.

Oh, and the name? Wow. Not funny.

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Ah, you'll be fine, blonde me. Every place they could possibly send you beats the hell out of the Wasteland.

It's Paula. Paula. [Just repeating in case she didn't get that. And she so does not look anymore reassured. If anything she seems anxious.] Considering the vast options there are out there I'm willing to be there's at least one or two places worse than the wasteland.

[Dragging a hand over her face.] And I'll end up there. Yeah. That's what's gonna happen.

They never listen. Never.

Wish I could give you something more reassuring to go on than that, but I've been dealing with my own mun too long.

[She groans and runs her hands over her face.]

Don't say things like that. Don't say things like that because my only hope is that she puts me somewhere that isn't all about death and awful stuff and that she does it soon so I don't have to sit here imagining all the different forms in which my fate will be delivered.

[Temple rub. Oh god don't think about it. Don't think about it..!]

It's a damn shame the first place mine sent me closed down. There are worse fates than getting yanked out of our world and being one of a handful of humans in a city run by giant robots. That living ship place wasn't half bad either, compared to our world, but that one's closed down too. She hasn't really looked for a new place to put me since, or I'd pass a recommendation or two your way.

Has yours got anything in mind, or has she not started looking?

Okay, well. Giant robots, living ship. If those are what the options are like then that doesn't sound so bad.

[She's obviously just trying to convince herself, but it works. Somewhat. Though the living ship makes her think of aliens and abductions and now she's anxious again.]

No, not really. I mean she says "no games" because she already has two other "me's" -- god that's weird to say in them already but she still wants to put me in one of those...dressing rooms? [She holds her head in her hands.] Isn't that where people change cloths? This whole place doesn't make any sense!

[It's a wonder how she's survived the wasteland so far...]

Don't know about dressing rooms myself. Mine just sends me to 'sandboxes' these days. Might be the same kind of thing. The idea's to play things out without having to keep up continuity.

Still weird, though.

Sit down and take a few deep breats, then let 'em out. Wigging out never helps.