one. spam & voice. spread love like violence.

[indispensible]

[There's no question in Vin's mind about reading through the file several times. There's also no question of letting Stark see it. He knows what's in it. She is not all that surprised herself, not about the generalities. The specifics hurt more than she thought they would.]

[Hell. And - Alice.]

[She knows his habits well enough by now that she can track him down quickly. He's on the deck. She wrinkles her nose again; he's smoking.]

Stark.

[If he'd wanted to be James, he would have said that from the start.]



public } voice

[While her voice isn't hesitant, it's definitely quiet. She still doesn't quite understand the point of the network, but now that she's been paired it'd probably be more noticeable not to say something.]

I'm Vin. I arrived here a few weeks ago, and I've spoken to - some of you. I'm a warden.

[She considers leaving it at that, but decides against it.]

I'd like to know about other people's worlds. I don't know very much about Earth, but that's not where I'm from. So it would be useful.

Comments

[neuropathy]

's not really a cure for bein' from Maine, either. It's just ice-fishing and lobster traps all the way down.

[ How serious is he. ]

[mistconduct]

Come down to New York sometime, we'll treat you right. Not that I'm sneering at Maine lobster, but I won't lie, we've got you beat on bagels and night life.

i couldn't not do this

[neuropathy]

Wouldn't know, I don't like lobster.

How're your pancakes?

[ This is vitally important. ]

[mistconduct]

You're fucking out of your gourd, man, lobster's delicious.

Pancakes are fucking awesome. Listen, go to Brooklyn, head down I-278 West, take exit 34 and look for Bedford Ave. That'll get you to Five Leaves, which does the fucking best pancakes I've ever had in my life.

Do it, I'm serious. You won't regret it.