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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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Really? That's handy.

Quite so, though it can be a bit strange the first time one sees it. But any use for it aids me so I don't get out of practice in using it for the few occasions we do need to battle.

How many can you make at a time? Do they last as long as you want?

It depends on the circumstances and what I'm doing with them as to how many I can make. They last as long as I wish them to unless hurt too much or I'm rendered unconscious. [Or killed, but he has yet to have that one happen yet.]

Huh. Sorry for all the questions; we just don't have anything like that where I come from.

I understand that and it is rare where I come from. I am glad you have an open mind to the strangeness of Luceti, it tends to help to deal with this place.

It took a bit of doing, but I think at this rate, very little would surprise me.

I would say the same, but there are a few things truly hard to accept.

Well, I haven't been exposed to the worst of it yet.

It tends to take about two to four months to see most of it. The drafts are among the worst because they send children and non-combatants off to fight a war.

I heard. Trust me, my blood boils whenever I think about it.

It does for most of us. War is not pleasant for anyone, but is better left to those who have trained for it.

It's best left to people who enlisted and weren't kidnapped, if you ask me.

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