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[anunluckypenny]

[The network is treated to a nice shot of the snow-covered cement in the City Square and a muffled voice.]

Are you sure it’s on? I don’t see the—oh! Thank you, that makes a lot of sense, actually. You have a good day, too!

[After a momentary blackout (caused, no doubt, by a hand over the lens), a pale woman with red hair comes into view. Her sheepish smile is largely overshadowed by the considerable amount of blood on her blouse.]

Hey there. I’m Penny, I’m not exactly sure what I’m doing, and I definitely don’t know where I am—which is completely okay because I think I just died…? [she shakes her head, flustered] I know, that sounds totally insane, sorry. I promise I’m not a crazy person, just… you know, kind of confused.

[She pauses, thinking.]

Um. Does anyone know what’s going on? Or where I could get a new shirt, maybe?  This was a cute top, too...

Comments

voice;

[beifongbandit]

Yeah, but people do it anyway.

About a year, I guess. A little longer than that. I don't really keep track anymore. I try to greet the new people when I remember, so I'm pretty used to all the panicking.

voice;

[anunluckypenny]

I think it makes them feel better, especially if they can find someone else with the same problems.

A whole year of watching people panic... no wonder you're so calm!

voice;

[beifongbandit]

Someone else to whine with, right?

I've seen it all. Complaining, bargaining, fighting, denial... So yeah. Sometimes the same person more than once, even.

voice;

[anunluckypenny]

I don't know. Everyone's problems are real to them... I don't think that anyone whines just to whine.

Did you do any of that when you came here? I mean, I'd guess no...

voice;

[beifongbandit]

I thought someone kidnapped me. I was ready to kick butt.

voice;

[anunluckypenny]

You weren't wrong about the kidnapping, at least.

voice;

[beifongbandit]

There really weren't any butts to kick, though. The deities never seem to leave their building.