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[visetvires]

Define "home". I don't think the cabins are getting it quite right.

spam } stephen

[She has been considering the CES from every angle. It irritates her that there doesn't seem to be an alternate way in; it irritates her that her access to even the lie of outside is being restricted. But mostly she wants at it in a needy sort of way. The gym isn't cutting it. She feels out of shape, out of sorts, out of whack.]

[So she prowls near the door, her expression shifting from cold to frozen depending who happens by. Known wardens get ice, known inmates get slush.]

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[voluntaryapnea]

Well, technically I think it depends on who you're asking. For me, it's...where my dad is. [He pauses, and considers again.] But there are some people here from the same place as me that make it like home.

[visetvires]

Then geographic location is irrelevant. Or just a secondary concern?

[voluntaryapnea]

More of a secondary concern. When I think of home, I think of the people I love, not...so much the place. I mean the place has a lot of memories, but they're in my mind anyway. I don't have to actually be there to remember it.

[visetvires]

Then why bother with individualized cabins?

[voluntaryapnea]

I've just kinda been assuming it was like...Barge magic.

[visetvires]

Even Barge magic presumably has an origin and a purpose.

[voluntaryapnea]

Oh, I don't doubt that. It's just not my top priority.

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[dinosize]

Would you like to go in?

[ Icy stares don't really bother him. Not here, not these days. Sometimes nothing here really seems that important, and Stephen has to struggle to remember why he's here, why he needs to come back to life.

The CES helps with that.

And he doesn't mind letting people in. Even inmates. What harm can they really get to?

He's dressed for a jog, long pants and a t-shirt with a couple patches near the hem worn through. ]

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[visetvires]

[She looks him up and down a little more seriously before she answers. Yes, obviously she would, but she's not going in with him if he doesn't know how to handle himself. He's dressed like he's going to do something serious, not like he's going for a picnic, and that gives him a slight tick up in her personal esteem chart.]

I understand there's space to move in there. So yes. Yes, I'd like to go in.

[If you, you know, happen to be opening the door anyway, or whatever.]

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[dinosize]

[ That, in Stephen's opinion, is an extremely good reason to want to go in.

He steps forward, waving his compass at the door, and it clicks open. He pulls it all the way and steps in.

Only to meet a blast of hot desert air and an unhappily familiar landscape: sand, mottled with outcroppings of rock. He knows exactly where this is.

He turns promptly on his heel and shuts the door decisively, leaving them both outside again.

His eyes flick sideways to her. ]

You go in first.

[ He waves the compass again, and this time motions her at the handle. ]

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[visetvires]

[It's all she can do not to stand on her tiptoes to get a better look inside, and that's even before Stephen reacts like he's seen a ghost. Once he pales like that, she almost--almost--sticks her foot in the door, but there isn't time.]

[Damn. Whatever that was, it would've been interesting.]

[She meets his gaze evenly, giving him an I know you know I know you're hiding something sort of look, then pulls the door open and steps through without another look back.]

[It's nothing particularly remarkable, at least not to her. She's seen a lot of places; this one is beautiful, but no more beautiful than any other forest. It's the woods on the outskirts of Hemlock Grove--she knows this because she recognizes the curve of the creek winding through, and because the trees are of a certain mixture. Other than that, it just looks like a forest. Verdant. Smelling mildly of peat.]

[She has no particular feelings attached to this place. After all, this isn't where she died. It's where lots of other people died, that's all.]

[Her expression doesn't change. She just looks over her shoulder at Stephen, waiting for his reaction, if there is any.]

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[dinosize]

[ Much better. He has a look of relief on his face, actually, as he steps in. This one is a decent temperature, and has an ordinary level of oxygen. Nice trees. A creek.

He finishes his scan of the area and looks back to her. ]

Thanks.

[ She's done him a favor. He's not ungrateful.

He starts rolling his shoulders, subtle stretches for running. ]

Do you know this place?

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[visetvires]

[She is wearing sensible shoes, as always. In a way, too, she's always ready for a run. She might as well follow him, she supposes. He has been kind, or at least pragmatic, or at worst uncaring. If there's a reason for any of that, she wants to find out now.]

No problem. [I just touched a doorknob, she's tempted to say, or It doesn't matter anyway, nothing here does. But she keeps her mouth shut.]

[Glancing out at the creek again, she shrugs.] Not as well as I know some places. But I've been here.

You ever been to Pennsylvania?

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[dinosize]

[ He shakes his head. ] Washington - not DC. Maine. Texas. A bit of the southwest. And, um, Virginia. [ But that's it, as far as America goes. The rainforest in Washington had been one of his favorite projects. It was amazing to think there could still be a place that wild in such a settled country.

He tilts his head parallel to the stream, eyebrows rising. Asking her a question - you want to come along? ]

Mostly, the environment it gives me is one I don't really recognize. I've been a lot of places.

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[darknessb4me]

So ask for something else.

[visetvires]

I don't actually care what the cabin looks like. I'd be fine with a cell.

sorry about him :(

[darknessb4me]

Then shut up.

arthas gonna arth

[visetvires]

Didn't realize you were the arbiter of talking around here. So sorry, mister.

[keeps_a_cool_head]

Presumably I took it to mean where we spend the most time.

[visetvires]

That's what you think home is?

[keeps_a_cool_head]

Certainly a base, at the very least.

[visetvires]

They're two remarkably different words, you'll find, if you look in a dictionary.

[keeps_a_cool_head]

And yet occasionally they're one and the same.

[visetvires]

Only occasionally.

Do you mean a military base, incidentally, or somewhere more general?

[keeps_a_cool_head]

A military base, in this context. My own quarters are represented as such.