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[When Sol went to sleep the night before, the last thing she expected was to wake up in the middle of this flowery shithole again.]

[Normally, her first order of business would be to change into something more suitable than the girly shift she's been left in. After all, that's how it was the first time she woke up in this place. Not this time, though. This time, she's still dressed in the white gown all newcomers awake in when she hauls back and punches the nearest available target—the trunk of a tree, as the case happens to be. (Which is probably for the best thing for her to take her anger out on, anyway, since that's something that will neither fight back nor get her in trouble for slamming her firsts into it until her knuckles are raw.)]

[She only half-realizes that she's speaking when she spits out,] Son of a bitch.

[It's not until a while later that she actually appears on the Vine. She's certainly not about to broadcast how angry and upset she is for everyone to see, so she waits until she's absolutely sure she can project a calm and indifferent expression before doing so. When she finally does, she merely cocks her head and thinks for a moment before speaking, not bothering with any sort of introduction, as is typical for her.]

...Who's still here?

[There's other things she wants to ask, like "How long have I been gone?" and "This place still an utter piece of shit?", but that can wait until she sees what kind of response she gets.]

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It kind of bleeds together after a while, yeah. Why I have to write everything down.

I sometimes wonder if we'd even notice the passage of time if there weren't any calendars. Or I guess seasons now.

[She just shrugs a shoulder.] Who knows?

[...She would, but that's because she's hyper-aware of anything that gets in her way, a category into which "long delays" definitely fall.]

So did you enjoy your break from Disney Princess Hell?

...Yeah. [Well, in the sense that she was glad not to have anything obstructing her way besides the usual bullshit, and that's close enough in her book.] It was better than being here, at least.

[But she doesn't really want to talk about that, because that means she has to concentrate on the fact that she's back here again and stuck for who knows how long. So, she tilts her head slightly as she takes a second to think, then asks with deliberate casualness,] You holding up alright?

Kinda, yeah. It's... sort of hard to deal with people that just disappear. Especially since half the time I feel like I should be glad they get to go home.

At least there's some interesting stuff to learn once in a while. Not really helpful, but interesting.

[She hums out another 'hm' noise at that reply, hoping it sounds as understanding and sympathetic as she means it to be. She's not very good at dealing with these "feeling" things, though, so it's up in the air whether or not she succeeded. She can definitely understand where Jessica is coming from with that, though.]

[Her eyebrow quirks again at Jessica's second point.] ...Yeah? Like what?

[Jessica figures Sol wouldn't ask if she gave zero shits, so... not the most comforting conversation ever, but she appreciates the concern. Even if both ends are :I forever.]

Well... the place the Healer went is apparently run by someone else. Maybe. If it's not some kind of insane wheels-within-wheels crap.

But yeah, she answered some questions we had about the place, so it's a little clearer. Apparently it's all floating in some weird, undefined place, and the Queen is some kind of goddess or something, and she made all this. Like, the, um, "wild places" are weird and make you mutate because they're where things are... unbaked, I guess. It's some kind of radiation or something. Basically, there's not anything beyond there.

Also it seems like she's doing crazy stuff the other, um, "gods" think is weird.

[She rummages through some notes idly, then mutters:] ...if the helper people can't go past the edges, I wonder why they can go to other places... Have to find a way to ask about that.

[This is why Sol likes fellow linefaces. Not only are they generally less of a pain in the ass than others, but they get when she has trouble with the whole "showing emotion" thing—or at least aren't offended by it.]

[But. She listens closely as Jessica talks, a little scowl pulling at her lips more and more the farther she gets into her explanation. Finally, she mutters,] ...Don't like the sound of that.

Yeah, even leaving aside any ethical implications, it's more than a little upsetting to think about.

Of course, we already knew we were stuck in a place run by a crazy person.

[She nods, then crosses her arms and leans back against the nearest tree, obviously mulling over this news as she does so.] But dealing with a "god" is different.

How so?

[Hrm. How to put it.]

A god implies some form of innate power. Before, you could theorize that the Queen is someone who stumbled across some kind of artifact or magic that lets her do what she does, and if that were to be the case then it could be taken away from her and probably used to set things right. If she's a god, though, the ability is probably her own, and there's likely not an easy way to wrest it from her. That makes repairing things more difficult.

[That's a shocking amount of words for Sol, but... Get her started on anything remotely resembling magical theory and she'll go for hours.]

...didn't realise you knew about this kind of stuff.

I figured it'd be hard either way, since we don't really have any way to get at her.

[SHRUG.] It's all theory. [She pauses, then, and cocks her head.] Depends on how you want to define "god," too. [...You probably don't want to get her started there, either.]

[Nod. She basically agrees with that conclusion, but...] It would be hard one way and harder another.

Yeah, it's been difficult, trying to pin anything down. I'll have to review stuff from the Vine and see what I can figure out. There's definitely some limitations, so if we can figure that out...

Right. [...] I can help, if you need it.

I'd appreciate it. I don't know anything about most of this, so I'm just trying to piece together whatever I can, and it'd definitely help to have people with experience.

I'll let you know once I've got something peer-reviewable together.

I'll keep an ear out, then.

Good luck settling back in. Hopefully you'll at least have a while before we get more, uh, shenanigans.

[She nods a thank you. She appreciates the sentiment, but...] With any luck. [Translation: "I doubt it."]

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