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[digophelia]

[ If it sounds like Alice is daycare, there's a good reason for it. She looks a little tired and very confused. There's a good number of children around her and one decides to plop themselves on her lap.

Oh. Okay. Fine. Deep breaths. ]

Hello, there. Can you stand, just for a minute? It shan't take long, then you can sit in my lap all you want.

[ She shoos him along. Alice heaves a deep sigh, holding her face.] ]

For a small minute, I thought I was back in London. Possibly because I have been around a large number of children, this many, with same limited resources.

I suppose my question is, is there a particular reason why I came back to over a dozen or so children? Not that I mind it, although I wouldn't be opposed to having a bigger space.

[ Yes, when did this happen? Alice has forgotten some tidbits of that fight, after all. ]

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[digophelia]

I'm glad that you agree. It's not often that I speak with others that share the same sentiment.

[ God, did anyone in London ever? ]

[powerdriven]

[ really? doesn't seem too radical to him. ]

What kind of meatheads have you gotten used to?

[digophelia]

[ This is where there would be a nervous laugh on her part, if she did laugh. Instead, she just draws a breath. An asylum is one and, well, of course- ]

The underbelly of London. Odette is a little like it, actually, just a little cleaner.

[powerdriven]

Don't know it.

[ but that's not a surprise. most of them have probably never heard of each others' homes. if it's like Odette, though, ]

Sounds to me like everyone's always got something more important on their minds. [ or so they think. ]

[digophelia]

I'm glad for it. It's a terrible place, worse than Odette. But we do, don't we? It is a little unfortunate, at times. Some things that we strive for aren't the most noble.

[ There's thieves, oddballs, children, a giant red man, and Alice, herself, a former mental patient. She's amused with it, almost. ]

Yet, we've managed so far. For now.

[powerdriven]

[ he pauses. ]

We're not doing so bad. All that can be expected for this directionless mob of freaks. I meant back in London. [ though it's no less true here, he supposes. maybe it's too kind of him to ascribe the selfish agendas to something bigger going on in their world. ]

Someone told me about it early on, how they observed that so many of us came from ruin. I know how it is. Desperation breeds that sort of thing.

[digophelia]

Implying any of the idiots in London to becoming a directionless mob of freaks is giving them too much credit.

[ Alice is mostly saying this to herself. ]

Come from ruin? Literal or metaphorical? Or both?