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[Justine is sitting on a couch when she recalls how Thomas had used the strange mental connection to speak with those displaced to the underwater world. Her image appears with ease, her long platinum pearl hair falling in subtle waves over her shoulders. She usually keeps it up but for now, she's alone and there is no need. Her legs are covered in long black leggings while a sheer white lace top protects her torso from direct contact. Beneath that is a white camisole that may appear to some to closely resemble a bra. It's a comfortable and elegant appearance, showing off her natural curves while accenting the innocent touch of her little nose and jaw.

Her dark eyes meet the screen and there is a brief pause before the sweet voice addresses those within the domes.]

This is... still very strange.

I had- a few questions for those who can spare a moment. [She chews softly at her lower lip, pinking the light color of her lips to a warm hue.] My name is Justine and I hope to find work here but my jobs before now have been unique.

I think I know what I want to do but I was wondering about others who had to make the same decisions. Do you all work and is it the same as what you did before? Have you tried something new? Maybe it fits better here than it did where you're from.

Any guidance. [Justine lowers her gaze and looks uncertain.] I could use the help.

Thank you.

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I don't understand.

How can you be so confident?

I know what I was, I won't become that again.

[Ben is bad at this, he knows he is. There should be something else here, right?]

Are you worried about doing something wrong?

I am.

I don't know this place, who lives here, what the rules are: spoken and unspoken.

[She pauses and hesitates slightly.]

There is someone here I want to protect. I'll give everything to keep him safe.

They don't want you to kill people.

That is- [What do you say to that.] -I don't think I can but does that mean that people don't die here? That there aren't those who want to hurt us?

We don't belong here. Surely there are people who resent us.

Everyone here was once like us, so they do everything they can to help out. But no, you can't die here. You'll wake up in the pods if you do.

So everyone here was brought here from somewhere else?

[Her brow furrows and she focuses on one specific detail.]

What do you mean? "You'll wake up in the pods"?

The one in your room. The bed.

That is... uncomfortable.

Is there no repercussions? I imagine killing would be illegal.

Not that I'm aware. I would imagine the social stigma would be deterring.

You think so?

I don't know about that. Some people are able to take lives, no matter what it costs others. Don't you think?

You're right, but it might deter some.

You're more optimistic than I am.

[Justine's found that the law does little to protect the truly weak, but then, she's seen some of the worst in people.]

Do you have a governing body where you're from?

There's a counsel. They don't seem to do much.

I see.

So you haven't experienced anyone doing anything overtly bad here? That seems odd but... good. I suppose. [It makes her a little more nervous to know that there aren't too many bad things happening because that means it likely happens where it can't be seen.]

This place does enough to us already. It broadcasts our memories and forces us to live out our fears.

I wouldn't wish my past or my fears on another.

[There is nothing happy in Justine's past and she doesn't really expect anyone to understand her current twisted version of happiness.]

Neither would I, but we don't have a choice.

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