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[Early enough in the morning that it's clear someone couldn't get back to sleep, a series of doodles appear on the page: they're Sally's best estimate of the floor plan of her apartment, with little rudimentary sketches of furniture in various placements. Over the span of a half hour, several are drawn with different configurations and crossed out before one ends up circled. A check mark is drawn next to it for good measure.

She was too lazy to get out of bed and find real scrap paper, but she figured no one would care.

Much later in the morning, at a reasonable hour, Sally makes a voice recording.]

Right. I've got a question, much as I hate to ask it: since I've been a bit of a dosser when it comes to actually talking to people since I've come here, what with the rampant madness of...everything, and being busy with a few things, I've run short of friends who're willing to do me favors. That being said, I've several articles of heavy furniture that need to be moved up seven flights of stairs.

My usual find-help-moving-house tactic of offering free beer and crisps is moot here, but if there's anyone who can help me out, I'd be happy to negotiate some sort of payment. A favor in return, or something. As I said, I wouldn't ask, but...well. Some of you lot have magic and super strength, and I'm just a regular copper with one very slightly weak ankle. [A self-deprecating laugh that's a little more rueful than she intended. Sally really hates asking for help, but she also really wants her flat not to look like a room in a mental institution, so something had to give.] Thanks, everyone.

[In the afternoon, Sally can be found poking around the item shop, looking for home decorating items and some things she's hoping will show up from her world, and in the evening she'll be at the library doing some cursory research of other worlds and waiting for something interesting to jump out at her.]

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I do like the British Museum, but it's been ages since I've gone. I suppose you take things for granted when they're readily available. [That and having a busy schedule doesn't help, of course.] What's the Jeffersonian like? Is it as big?

It's the largest museum and research complex in the world. Government sponsored with the majority of the institution located within Washington D.C., we have more than 140 affiliate museums around the world. It is a very impressive, and very prestigious, place to work.

[But it's not necessarily a surprise if Sergeant Donovan hasn't heard of the Jeffersonian. At least, not given multiverse theory.]

Really? Funny enough, I didn't actually know it was the biggest museum in the world. I guess I'd never thought about it. In that case, I'll have to pay a visit when and if I get back home.

Yes. Although I have been told we do not remember our time here, and the time I have spent here before attests to that fact, I do not intend to allow the same mistake to happen twice.

If I am going to be kidnapped and forced into these ridiculous experiments, I want to be capable of returning home with memories intact.

If that is the case, do not hesitate to contact me if you visit D.C.

Yeah, I heard the same, but I don't think I'm going to take that lying down.

And thanks. When I get the chance, I may take you up on that.

[Her first statement gets a nod of approval. After encountering so many people willing to believe everything without doubt... it's nice to see there are more that think in a manner similar to her own.]

Have you been here long?

Just coming up on my two-month anniversary. What about you?

It has only been approximately a month for me. [She wrinkles her nose.] A month too long already.

I know how you feel. I haven't even got the hang of the bloody wings, yet. [Sometimes they still twitch involuntarily. She just counts herself lucky she tends to sit forward in chairs.]

[Hers always remain still. And she prefers it that way. That is, perhaps, the only good thing that comes with these stupid appendages.]

I do not like them. At all.

I don't suppose any of us do...

Well, statistically, someone must. But I can't imagine why.

They do not know any better. Most people accept a situation without questioning. It is... unfortunate.

Trust me; I know. But as a detective, that's not a problem I suffer from.

I would hope not.

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<small[Sally looks over the woman's shoulder and tilts her chin up to indicate the wings.]</small> D'you wonder if it says something about people, whether they choose to keep theirs covered up or not? It's a bit funny; sometimes, if I'm speaking to someone who keeps theirs hidden for awhile, I go out into town and get a bit of a fright because I'd almost forgotten about them. Don't think I'll ever get used to this place.

<small[She keeps hers covered, as any weakness should be. She could be out of commission for a week if a criminal or attacker thought to pull out a handful of feathers. Of course she wears her hair down in a slightly guilty contradiction to professional practicality, but it's not quite the same thing.]</small>

[A frown.] I do not want to get used to this place. I would much prefer to be sent home before that occurs.

[However, wings are both a fascinating and disagreeable topic. Brennan's wings are currently covered by her trench coat, not out of any need to hide, but simply because it is still cool enough to wear a coat. That, and there are some things she will not do. Cutting holes into a Burberry trench for the sake of comfort would be one such thing.]

I would think it is as much the result of personal preference and cultural dictates as any other limb adornment or covering.

Appearances to the contrary, neither do I. [She lifts her new settling-in equipment.] But it's something to do. If I end up back home tomorrow, everyone can just loot the place and get all this back.

[Cultural dictates. Is Luceti a culture?] I suppose, but it's...well, it's not easy. Thinking of them as "any other limb".

[She looks down to the skull in her own hands. She can understand exactly what the detective means in this case. The need to claim her possessions, to make her living space less of that of a stranger's and more her own. A precaution, just in case.

The human imperative to mark their territory, not at all different than any other animal.

At the latter statement, though, she just shrugs.] Outside of my interest in their structure and skeletal connection, I refuse to ascribe any other significance to the wings.

[Sally just smiles tightly and huffs out what might be a laugh.] You know, I think I like that idea. I guess the only reason I think about them at all is... [She waves a hand at their surroundings.] Something to do.

I have found plenty of other ways to occupy myself.

Good on you; I seem to be having more trouble. I'm not sure why.

Have you been to the library yet?

Plenty of times, but...I get to read up on a lot of other worlds, which is fascinating, but at the same time, it's - well. [It makes her feel a little lost, in a homesick way.] It's just strange. In a way that makes me want to do anything else, sometimes.

I am not too overly fond of being trapped here, but the chance to read up on the different societies is one of the few things I have actually found enjoyable.

[It is a pretty unique opportunity, at that.] Mm. Maybe I should give it another try.

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