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[Blank is not a morning person. She isn't even a daylight person, really. More used to being shut up in a dark room for days hours on end with the only light coming from her computer screens, the glare of the Gardens' sun had made her squint, whine pathetically from the brightness, and roll over in an attempt to go back to sleep.

Which worked....for maybe five minutes before nature itself conspired to drag her back into consciousness. (Like twigs sharply poking places that should never be poked.) So now, sitting upright with her brain running on sleepy autopilot, Blank reads the various scrolls provided by the cats with an distracted and uncomprehending sort of amusement. Oh, had she been kidnapped? Ha ha ha, silly terrorists, don't you know that interrogation doesn't really work when you surround your target with pretty flowers and woodland animals?

If she had been properly awake and not so convinced that this was another some crazy dream brought on by all those chemicals in her energy drinks, Blank might actually be scared about this situation! Or at least doing something more sensible than repeatedly poking and prodding the Vine out of curiosity. Eventually, the besieged plant offers the telltale mirror.]

-guess it couldn't hurt...oh! [Awkward staring into the glassy surface, then a sheepish grin.] Wow, I didn't expect that to actually work. I guess this is gonna be really lucid... [Prods the mirror.] So, uh, is this how I talk to my captors? I'm pretty sure I have those, being kidnapped or whatever, even if I'm dreaming about it all at the same time- [Blank gives it another poke, and the video portion of the feed suddenly ends as the Vine interprets the gesture as a desire for the voice option. Blank's voice continues on, surprised now.] -what the hell was that? Hey!

[Rustling sounds as she pokes the thing again, but the Vine is getting annoyed by this point and grows stubborn, refusing to bring back the mirror for more than a few taunting moments. Each glimpse of Blank shows her quickly growing more exasperated until she's outright flailing at the plant like an idiot.]

Ugh, if this was a computer, there'd at least be a manual! Why isn't there one, anyway? Or like a hundred? It's supposed to be my dream, not some gardener's.

[Our freshly arrived, often sleep deprived hacker, ladies and ladies.]

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It is.

[She's not afraid to say that to Blank. They were never particularly close, but even Gabrielle has her weak moments. Pretending she's always strong for everyone else does weigh down on her sometimes―the mask is harder to keep up when someone she knows is here.

There is a sigh, a small relief on her shoulders. She's missed Aya, she still misses Aya. There is no way to get over someone you cared deeply about, especially when they were the only person who knows you best.]

I shouldn't complain, you're here too, after all. It's good to see a familiar face that isn't the Chief or the boss.

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[For a moment Blank breaks her gaze away from Gabrielle, regarding the clouds instead. So faraway, within sight yet out of reach, the same here in this new world- the one she wants to see? probably not -as they are back home. Her co-worker is the same way, Blank can already sense, regardless of this swapping of genders.]

I think it's okay, to complain now and then. You've been here awhile, so....you've got more right than most. [She shifts a bit closer, fidgeting a little, gives a helpless laugh- a stab at being cheerful.] I've been here ten minutes and I already want to start whining. So if you ever want to complain, I'll listen....[does she expect to be taken up on the offer? no, but it's something she had to say regardless] ...'cause I'm glad to see you, too, Gabby.

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[The words sting like an arrow and she's not sure why. Three years―three years since it's all happened―and only a few since she saw Aya again. There are nights where it's too much for her, where the loneliness washes over her like the force of a great tide, swallows her up until she can no longer breathe. Those are the nights that scare her the most, what if she becomes that again? What if she attacks the inhabitant here, like Zinc attacked her?]

[The smile is genuine, mixed with a hint of sadness behind her eyes.]

Thank you, Blank. It feels like ages since I've been in familiar company...

[But the sun feels warm against her skin, everything here is alive (we're alive, says the bride), and there are things she will never be able to obtain, but she thinks that this second chance is worth something. For nobody else had one. Not Rebecca, Aya, or Cray.]

I suppose I should tell you more about this place before you get any more confused, hm?