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[sadandsingle]

Hello? [You can't really see much of anything for a moment, until Tosh pushes herself up into a sitting position on a pile of sand, fumbling for her device. She's been in better shape; right now, she looks exhausted, like she hasn't slept or eaten for more than a day, and she's been crying, to boot. Oh, yeah, and her clothes are ripped, dusty, and have bloodstains on them. She pushes her glasses up for a moment, pinching the bridge of her nose, before she begins speaking again.]

I have to say, this isn't what I expected. Though, after speaking with Owen, I'm not sure I expected anything at all.

[She scoops up a handful of sand and watches the grains fall through her fingers - then, because it's the scientific sort of thing to do, she takes another handful, sniffs it, and...yep, licks a few grains.]

Well, the sand seems ordinary enough. And what about this thing? What is it?

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[latenightfondue]

Forget that, sweetheart, you ain't looking too good there. Y'okay?

[sadandsingle]

I wasn't, but now I am. I guess all of my wounds were healed when I came here.

[latenightfondue]

What the hell happened to you?

[sadandsingle]

Well, first I was trapped under debris when a building exploded and broke my wrist, then I was shot in the stomach and ended up more or less bleeding out.

[latenightfondue]

And people say hanging 'round me too long'll get y'killed.

Guess y'need to know what's going on 'round here, huh?

[sadandsingle]

Almost nobody in the organisation I work for makes it to forty - I'm thirty-five, and I was the oldest one there. Except for Jack, but he doesn't count.

That would be extraordinarily useful.

[latenightfondue]

Organisation? [ He looks as curious as he sounds, but still he never misses a chance. ] And with age comes beauty, sweetheart.

Ain't been here that long myself. So, uh, you're sort'a stuck here, can't be helped, nobody's figured a way out'a the place. And we got some people claiming to be gods, not sure I'm buying what they're selling, but y'learn to roll with it.

[sadandsingle]

A government organisation dedicated to protecting Britain from alien threats.

[Tosh looks a little embarrassed at the compliment] Oh, well, I'm not sure I'd say that.

How long have you been here, then?

[latenightfondue]

Aliens, huh? That's a new 'en I gotta see.

[ Grinning. ] Never lie 'about these things.

Ain't been here long, close to two weeks. Still getting into the swing'a things.